Chapter 34: The White Moonlight of the Miao Saint 18

Having finished their discussion, the two walked in together.

Yang Chengchuan brought her a cup of brewed camellia tea and held it to her lips. "Drink some tea to cleanse your palate."

Lu Ningshi took a sip from the rim of the cup.

Lu Qingyu threw thousands of metaphorical daggers at them with his eyes, but the pair acted as if he didn’t exist, so sickeningly sweet that he felt an urge to reach out and tear them apart.

"I need to discuss something with you; I might be moving out."

"Why?"

Lu Ningshi sighed. "Why else? Besides, oil prices have begun to rise slowly. At this point, the Arab nations supporting Egypt and Syria have yet to take action."

In truth, Tang Jin had made this choice after careful deliberation. His grades were too poor, and he was unwilling to see Liang Xiaoying give up her dreams for his sake. As for Wang Yiqing, he felt a responsibility to take good care of her.

Just then, a faint rumbling sound echoed from the sky. Clearly, the 6th Route helicopter assault team had arrived, and simultaneously, the helicopters that had taken off from the Wuhan warship reached the airspace above the island.

It was currently daytime. The shops along the street, with their dim lights and suggestive signs, were mostly shuttered tight, and with plenty of pedestrians about, things still seemed normal.

Since "Douzi" had a name long enough as it was, the prince’s true name format should be similar. I don't feel like asking about names anymore; I'll just call him that.

Even so, under the influence of gravity, the meteor slowly fell toward Xingluo’s direction.

...By now, the young man was able to speak, yet his eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, completely unconcerned with Tang Jin, who had wounded him.

Guo Jia’s brows furrowed sharply. Was this the tone a servant should use? Why would Old Wang, who had always been honest and reliable, speak like this? He whipped his head around and glared at Old Wang.

Gongsun Yu suddenly felt a sense of trance, as if his soul had detached from his body. In his mind, Dragon Sword was a home—a home he dared not reflect upon too often—and Long Juntian was the head of that household, a guardian whose strictness contained a sliver of kindness, much like a father.

Faced with Liu Yinghai’s question, Xingluo first nodded, then immediately shook his head.

"Yo, a feast first thing in the morning? How blissful!" Fang Ting, wearing a loose-fitting smock over tight jeans that hugged her beautiful legs and hips, ran out of the bedroom as if nothing were the matter and crowded up to the dining table.

"Damn, if we team up against an enemy, wouldn't that be like having a cheat code?" Chu Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

Her legs were still curled up; whenever her knees moved even slightly, she could feel his firm abdominal muscles.

During this time, the Kui Ox had tried to escape more than a dozen times, but without exception, it had been dragged back by the Qilin. As time passed, the Kui Ox lost all desire to flee.

However, at this moment, the snake-like steps Lei Zhan used were far more imposing and aggressive than before.

He knew that this was the moment that would decide his fate. His face flushed, and he waited quietly. The surroundings were deathly still; beyond the pounding of the heart racing inside his own chest, there was not a sound. He had no idea how long he had been waiting.

Moreover, the canine teeth of these people were not only sharper than those of ordinary humans, but they were also hollow inside, like the fangs of a venomous snake, capable of injecting a certain secretion into their victims when they bit.

A long time passed, and everyone’s eyes had gone glazed and vacant, yet no other villager opened a door to emerge. Just as some began to decide to give up, a "clatter" rang out, and the door actually opened.

However, Li Jin did not believe the Three Dragons Gang would let him go, because Xingcheng had just told him a situation: the people from Shadow Soul had arrived.

Namikaze Minato’s choice to seal the Four-Tails into Kakashi meant that, in the future, he would have to bear the pressure from the Hidden Rock Village and the high-ranking officials of the Leaf Village alongside Kakashi.

The Winged Serpent thought for a moment, nodded in agreement, and immediately rushed into the sky with Old Tie. With a shift in form, it transformed once again into the nine-hundred-ninety-nine-thousand-meter Azure Dragon that blotted out the sun, and with a roar, triggered the Great Immortal Tribulation in the sky.