Chapter 61: Why Is There a Smell of Blood? Who Are You Hiding Here?

"No, it cannot be. You must still have feelings for me in your heart."

Lester could not bring himself to imagine what life would be like if Meng Yuan did not love him.

Would he be in agonizing pain? Or would he lose all desire to live?

He gripped her hand tightly, begging her for an answer.

Unmoved, Meng Yuan said, "Let go. Once I bandage your wound, you should leave quickly under the cover of night before anyone notices!"

He had lost her after all.

Lester released her wrist, allowing her to tend to his injury as his gaze followed her clumsy movements.

"I fled from my family, which meant making a clean break with them—I was not sad. My father sent assassins to hunt me down—I was not sad. Dragging my wounded..."

Most people who spend long hours in offices have experienced being trapped in an elevator at least once. After going through it a few times, they develop claustrophobia. Qian Qiyue scoffed at people who panicked and trembled every time they rode an elevator. It was just being stuck for a while; it wasn't like it was going to kill anyone, and the elevator wasn't going to suddenly plummet. Worrying about it was far less useful than knowing how to save oneself.

"Good morning, Qiyue. This is Yang Jiahua." Yang Jiahua had also just woken up not long ago. After washing up, she called Qian Qiyue while preparing breakfast. As if yesterday's events had never happened, Yang Jiahua greeted her as cheerfully and energetically as usual.

The Fourth Master had been enjoying a smooth career path recently, often returning home late at night from banqueting. The living standards of the fourth household had noticeably improved, and both Ye Miao's attire and meals had stepped up a tier. Seeing this, Sun Jinnian's once-hesitant mind was finally made up.

The reception desk staff were already thoroughly familiar with her. Facing no obstacles along the way, she smoothly headed straight up to the top floor and straight into the office.

No, returning was absolutely out of the question. Having experienced death once, Li Zixuo understood the preciousness of life far better than ordinary people. Moreover, since he didn't even fear death, why would he fear a mere village?

A sudden chill ran down Li Zixuo's spine, and he knew that misfortune was about to befall him.

The black dragon pattern seemed to have heard Ye Shaoxuan's words; it flew out to the front of Ye Shaoxuan and transformed into a sword. The body of the sword was semi-translucent, resembling purple-tinted black obsidian, with the black hilt coiled in mysterious dragon patterns and the crossguard shaped like two chi dragons soaring outward.

Something even more surprising happened to me: Mengmeng had somehow started getting into fights with people, and her moves actually looked quite polished and decent.

Qi Ming let out a cold shout, but before he could finish his sentence, his figure was swallowed by the massive vortex.

***

"A bet it is! But what do you have to wager against this young master? I really don't think much of those pitiful few source saint coins of yours!" Lin Zhengyang laughed contemptuously.

The stone blocks of the cliff continuously turned into stone Qi, which poured into Lin Xiao's arm and concentrated within his palm-sea.

Only one person, positioned between the two palm forces and off to the side where Wen Ruo was, was not targeted by the overwhelming energy and continued to charge straight toward Wen Ruo.

"This? What do you mean by this?" Sun Ming was somewhat baffled. Weren't they getting along and talking just fine a moment ago? How could they flip their faces and turn hostile so suddenly?

In Su Qin's eyes, King Chu Xiong Shen was surprisingly young, appearing to be not even thirty years old, even younger than Qianyuan, which came as quite a surprise.

For ordinary commoners, the level of one's destiny and fortune depended on their innate vital breath; there were those whose destiny was "too noble to be measured" and those whose lot was "as humble as mud."

Lu Shiyu only uttered two words: "Sleep." Then, with steady strides, he scooped her up and walked toward the elevator.

Speaking of which, had the Xiuhan Realm not been so barren and perilous—where rewards often failed to match the risks—many cultivators from the Qingyang Realm would likely have chosen to come to the Xiuhan Realm to take on missions.

"She just lost her child; it's completely normal for her to be unhappy." Shen Junchi picked up the drink he had poured earlier, finished it, and sat down with his legs crossed.

The furrow that had been etched between Yang Siwei's brows all day finally smoothed out. He swept away his previous gloom and beamed with radiant energy, his eyes wide open as if savoring the auditory feast he had just experienced.

Klose was also stunned; he never could have imagined that Li Lei would make such a decision.

Song Ning's spirits instantly smoothed out quite a bit, and the expression on her face became much less rigid.

Her answer caught Wanyue and the others completely off guard. Wanyue felt a deep surge of anxiety, worrying whether Zhang Jiayuezhi might have said anything distorted or biased to Hongsheng, whether Hongsheng would continue to show her the same filial respect as his primary mother in the future, and whether keeping Hongsheng and Junhua by her side to raise was truly the right decision.

Song Ning also laboriously wrinkled her face, though the perplexed expression looked inexplicably stiff when made by her.

The snow layer was disrupted, pushed far away by the snowplow blade. A muffled explosion-like sound burst forth, followed by peals of carefree laughter and giggles.

The healing game did not force Tongyuan to enter dungeon worlds to take risks; there were no penalties if he chose not to adventure. This was a very considerate feature, leaving the choice of whether or not to enter a dungeon world entirely up to Tongyuan Misheng.

Seeing his two sons politely and humbly deferring to each other, Yinqi thought they were truly teachable youths, and then indulgently patted both of their heads.

***

That night, Zhong Nan's dreams were filled with the figures of legendary masterminds. They sat around him in a circle, pointing out the landscape of the realm together—what a magnificent and awe-inspiring scene it was.

This long river would only appear when one achieved the Dao and reached the supreme realm of Great Luo, a spacetime river from which one could transcend.

A delicate hand caressed the memorial. On the bright yellow dragon robe, the multicolored dragons were embroidered with exquisite realism. Her willow-leaf brows bore a lingering, untangleable sorrow, and in her phoenix-like eyes lurked emotions that Yang Wanqiu could not fathom.

Under those two spotlight-like gazes beside him, Luo Bai actually felt that having a dense coat of white fur was a remarkably fortunate thing.

This physical vessel of its had already had ten percent of its energy depleted! If things continued this way, leaving aside everything else, its true physical body would no longer be able to sustain its divine soul, plunging it straight into a deep slumber! If its divine soul fell asleep, what kind of good outcome could possibly await it?

Even though Wei Anning had witnessed many extravagant scenes, she was still dazzled by the opulence of this luxury presidential suite. The top-tier interior decoration and luxurious furnishings all silently proclaimed the immense value of the suite.

There were not even any survivors captured. They had turned the entire manor upside down in the middle of the night, searching even the corpses thoroughly, yet they found nothing.

Ye Hangequan slowly closed her eyes, feeling Qinglan transition from stiff movements to fluent ease behind her, knowing that the latter had finally recovered her composure.

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became. The sensation of having the woman of his heart coveted by other men made him feel both proud and deeply pressured.

Thinking of how Feng Shujia had returned to the Wuan Marquis Estate in a rage, locking herself away in the Zhihe Courtyard and refusing to see anyone, Feng Yi could not help but burn with fury, wishing he could rush forward and beat Xiao Cheng black and blue.

As for the Chuyun Temple, Emperor Longqing had also sent men to smash its plaque and reduce it to a nameless, desolate, and freezing hall.

Moreover, to him, before absolute power, all schemes and plots were entirely futile.

The human race had no particular friendship with the giants and the frog-men, but with the two-faced race and the golden insect race, it was a battle to the death with no quarter given.