Chapter Ninety-Two: Such a Wonderful Night

“Don’t you like it when I hold you while you sleep?”

“I don’t like it. Not at all.”

“Then go sleep down there. As long as you don’t lift your head to look at the beams, nothing will happen.”

“No! Don’t!”

Lin Ran shoved her away, and she clung right back to him.

His mind resisted, but his body was far more honest.

Lin Ran held Jiang Shuyao tightly in his arms, his face full of smug satisfaction.

Jiang Shuyao buried her head in the crook of his neck, gasping softly, both hands wrapped around him.

On his forehead there were even scratch marks left by her nails, making him look rather battered.

As it turned out, Zhou Wu had been led astray long ago; in front of Zhou Shou he was meek and submissive, but outside he ran wild and domineering.

Hao Yiyang, Cui Zhi, and the others were going to the Sword Sect to seize the inheritance of the number one sword immortal of all time, so naturally they would investigate the Sword Sect’s intelligence.

After receiving Weiwei’s permission, the king touched her here and there, then climbed onto the car to look it over from top to bottom.

Most importantly, the weapon the other side used was a long blade; Chen Wei, empty-handed, had no chance of gaining the upper hand.

A bitter chill instantly enveloped Chen Zhou. Startled, he stared at Zhao Han in disbelief, his face turning pale.

He also understood perfectly well that in a world like this, he had no means whatsoever to argue with these people.

Seeing this, Chen Wei hurriedly grabbed the bone spirit and, together with the green-clad snake spirit, quickly withdrew from the area.

Just now, the couple had spotted Li Chunfeng from afar, so they rushed over in a flurry. They were dressed much better than before now; though not in fine silk, it was still far superior to the coarse cloth garments they had worn before.

A massive whirlpool mark appeared beneath Wuchen. Caught off guard, he was blasted into the ground by Wu’s Immortal Technique: Rasengan.

Seeing Ye Haoran so anxious, Bai Yu quickly fused the remaining materials into the array. In an instant, an air vortex appeared on the stone surface.

She had discovered Quan Zhengning long ago. The reason she had not acted was that she wanted to capture him alive and pry some information out of him. Only now did she realize that Quan Zhengning was not an esper at all.

This matter had to be carefully planned, and the key to success was probably the soul imprint. She would need to study it in depth. With that thought, Li Qingyuan let the warship descend and continue racing across the water’s surface.

Meanwhile, Wu Xing and Zhan Tian stood amid endless rifts in the void. Countless fractures in space, like countless blades of emptiness, slashed toward them.

A few of the diners, perhaps shamed by the remark, reluctantly took out a few copper coins and dropped them into the copper tray.

At dusk, if one looked up from the ground, three enormous silhouettes could be seen—that was the trio of Kuafu-class ships: the Kuafu, the Sun, and Apollo.

“Master!”

Zhuang Zhou looked again at his master in disbelief. Yes—it was indeed his teacher, the one he had lived with day and night.

The coffee was brought out again. With a smile and a nod of thanks to the waiter, Li Zhiyan lifted the cup.

Though the figure was blurred and its features indistinct, the divine radiance flashing in its eyes as they opened and closed made heaven and earth change color, causing all living beings to tremble in fear and instinctively awaken a desire to submit, to bow down and worship.

Regirock was shocked; when it raised its head to look at the owner of that hand, its heart was struck with profound awe.

Yun Xiangrong flinched and turned her head away, while the Prince of Min, as if scalded, sprang back a step.

A trace of a smile appeared in Meng Jia’s delicate brows and eyes. Then, hearing the door close, her gaze fell into desolation.

Although the words seemed to offer an apology, the icy voice on the other end of the line made it clear that the speaker did not possess even the slightest sincerity. It ignited a flare of anger in Tian Lu’s heart, though all he could do was let out a helpless sigh and slump back into his chair.

As for August, the flood danger had not yet completely passed; only when winter arrived could it truly be considered over.