Chapter 25

The owner of the apothecary was greeting customers as usual, but his keen perception suddenly sensed someone spying on the shop with spiritual consciousness.

Shen Jun stopped healing. Seeing two fellows chatting nearby with a pile of wild fruits—which he guessed had been picked by Hua Qianmo—his stomach began to growl.

It seemed that everything was coming to an end. In the pouring rain, Ruan Jingtian’s falcon-like gaze turned sharp once more. He took a deep breath, suppressing the blood that surged in his chest, threatening to erupt again. Then, he reached out, a sharp dagger already gripped in his palm.

A long sword appeared in Wu Xuan’s hand. With a single strike, he carved out a gap. Without a moment’s hesitation, Wu Xuan tapped his foot against the sea of blood and leaped, crossing toward the opening.

Brother Zhao smiled. Perhaps due to the few extra years of age, he appeared extremely mature now. That was right; being able to think this way meant that you, kid, had finally let go.

Du Lang actually smiled as well. At this moment, the sun was brilliant, but it was a pity that he would never see the sun rise tomorrow. Two lines of tears slid from the corners of his eyes; it was as if he saw the person he loved watching him quietly from the cliff, guarding him in silence.

She grabbed him tightly, her fingers clutching his lapels until her knuckles turned white, yet she did not cry.

The very moment Qi Ming darted out of the door, the entire house collapsed with a roar, turning into a vast expanse of ruins.

He let out a long howl toward the sky. He could not return like this without finding her. How could he explain it if he went back? They had clearly met, yet he had missed the chance to recognize her. The call of their shared blood had been so distinct, so why had he ignored it?

Lian Yelang’s body slammed into the ground, leaving a deep crater. A powerhouse of the Red Lotus City had died just like that.

"Cough... uh, after all this, I still don't know who your husband is?" the Chief Sect Leader said awkwardly. Indeed, how could one verify the truth without even knowing the name of the woman’s husband? Seeing this, some might ask: how is it possible for people who live together often not to know each other?

With another roar, the Dragon Cavalry soldier shifted his spear to his left hand, quickly fished out a melon-shaped grenade with his right, struck it, and threw it.

He was not deceiving the Nine-Tails. Given the Nine-Tails’ current state and strength, while a single strike could severely wound or even kill Uchiha Obito, it was essentially impossible to land an attack on him while he remained sufficiently vigilant.

The old, grey skin on his face began to stretch; wrinkles vanished bit by bit, and layers of dead skin peeled away to reveal a complexion as fair and tender as that of a young man.

"Rin, do you think such a thing could happen again? Or... are we even talking about the same thing?" Kato Ai looked at Nohara Rin in bewilderment.

Because of that scream, I had just reached the entrance of the palace. Before I could even knock, the door was pulled open from the inside.

When the spatial rift finally swept to within a thousand feet of him, he finally acted. The Taicang Sword in his hand swept back rapidly, the tip pointing obliquely at the firmament, followed by a fierce slash forward.

By the time everyone returned to the rented apartment they had prepared beforehand to wash up, it was already two in the morning.

"Could she have been coerced?" Yan Feifei wondered to herself. Regardless, as her master, she had to stand by her disciple’s side and ensure she came to no harm, so Yan Feifei hurried toward the Guest Hall.

The Hulk watched his own fist drawing closer to Shi Lei’s foot, a savage expression appearing on his face.

"You really are as heartless as I expected..." She murmured low, as if speaking to him on the other end of the phone, or perhaps to herself. Her voice was so sorrowful that it felt heartbreaking. His heart twitched involuntarily, aching dully.

"By the way, where is the scene in this photo? It looks very familiar!" Jingyi glanced at the photo on the computer and continued to ask.

A pleated gauze dress that fit perfectly outlined her graceful figure. She walked with lotus-like steps, her aura steady and tranquil, elegant yet noble. She was even more calming than the fly beside her.

Liang En grew cautious upon hearing my words. By the time I strolled to the dessert shop, the two of them had already arrived. Liang En looked nervous, while Tao Jing appeared anxious.

However, this bar was located in a rather desolate area, surrounded by a development zone; not to mention other bars, there wasn't even any other commercial shop in sight.

Amidst a rustling sound, a fat mouse was startled and scurried away. The surroundings fell back into silence.

"His Majesty is up. Please, Head Eunuch Ruan, take your people in to tidy up," Mu Biwei nodded at her, stopping her report and signaling with her eyes.

Otherwise, how old was Princess Xintai? The two eyes of the cloth tiger were sewn in with fine stitches. Even if one used scissors to take it apart, it would take time given Princess Xintai’s age and wrist strength. Could it really be such a coincidence that Die'er happened to see it the moment it was dismantled?

"Eh? Second Sister, how did you know?" Xiping, whose face had been full of triumph, suddenly choked and asked in surprise.

"That only applies to dividends, okay! Fine, I’ll come over, but I’m only responsible for specific projects. Don't you dare make me handle the technical side," Long Yi declared in a tone of concession.