Chapter 39: The White Moonlight of the Saint of the Miao Frontier 23

"Weiwei."

The name was spoken with a weight that belied its brevity. Yang Chengchuan strode forward, his face turning deathly pale the moment he noticed she was covered in blood. His pace shifted from a walk to a trot, then broke into a desperate run.

Lu Ningshi looked on in surprise. "How did you get here?"

"You're hurt."

He stopped before her, his fingers trembling uncontrollably as he brushed them gently against her delicate cheek, gazing at the bloody gash with a heart full of anguish.

His once indifferent eyes were now filled with... He closed his eyes and kissed her. Jing Yan’s lips were thin; it was said that such people were cold-hearted. Yet, perhaps because the toothpaste Jing Yan liked was strawberry-flavored, the kiss held a surprising, sweet hint of strawberries.

Shi Chu had seen nearly every style of teacup available on the market within this very room.

The era in which Senior Dong lived was likely much the same; had it not been for these measures, Jiu Haoran would surely have been taken away long ago.

"How long have you been waiting? You must be exhausted." Su Chen stroked Lin Ruohan’s soft hair, his voice filled with doting affection.

Lin Zixi shot a fierce glare at the group, turned, and ran off to fetch drinks from another champagne tower.

"Haha! Haha! Go to hell!" Seeing this, the man in the black robe laughed with complete madness.

Xu Huiren’s voice was noticeably whistly; between words, it was clear that he was missing teeth.

Furthermore, Poseidon discovered that the spiritual energy the Golden Vine channeled into his body was immensely beneficial to him.

His powerful muscles drove the massive warhammer, each strike shattering an alien guard into pieces.

The moment Bai Yu stepped through the door, Ye Fanyu cast a glance at him with a look of unbridled defiance, as if he thought himself quite the tough guy.

Seeing Ye Xun stir awake, Mu Qingyu immediately stood up and moved to his side, her voice trembling with an excitement that made her words difficult to discern.

The Tsunayashiro family, one of the five great noble houses, would never care if you were a captain; if they didn't want you entering, you simply weren't getting in.

"This idea must have come from my silly husband, right?" For some reason, Ye Fanli was absolutely certain of it. Perhaps it was because she understood Gu Nanning to that extent, or perhaps it was something else entirely, but she was right nonetheless.

What everyone envied most was the life Lin Yoona led after marrying Xu Lai.

Hirako Shinji felt a bit helpless. He hadn't expected to encounter such a hothead. He shifted aside slightly—a simple step was all it took to ensure the attack missed him entirely.

After swearing brotherhood, relationships naturally became close and inseparable, but did they really have to interact in such a manner? Was it the same for Liu, Guan, and Zhang back in the day?

The skeleton nearby had likely been lured by the hallucinogenic scent, eventually dying from the horrific toxins to serve as fertilizer for the plant.

Perhaps it was this nauseating stench that allowed the wounded man on the bed to regain consciousness sooner.

"Isn't your favorite thing to eat mosaic?" He Zhenzhong remarked indifferently.

Fatty Chen was stunned for a moment, then his knees suddenly buckled as his left hand shot upward in a horizontal punch, blocking my cannon punch.

The descendant of the Martial Ancestor, who had been driven into the ground, hadn't even managed to rush out before being slammed even deeper.

Now that the Young Master had returned to the Jiang family, no action he took would come as a surprise.

"Mr. Chen, please." Mo Qianqian’s hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, though her face remained fixed in a professional smile.

The Great Emperor Pu’s expression shifted instantly, turning as gloomy as murky water. He had taken the initiative to attack China, only to be beaten like a stray dog; now, to go crawling to beg for peace talks—how was that any different from being a glutton for punishment?

The voice that reached his ears seemed to have traversed countless dimensions, echoing from the depths of the universe.

"Speak freely; we have come specifically because we were entrusted to help you resolve your difficulties," I said to him.