Chapter Thirty-Nine: I Just Want to Devour You Whole-A delicada de olhos vermelhos: Doutor Fu, abstinente, a ama até o fim(Quando a caneta toca o papel, surgem fogos de artifício.)

"I am sorry, Dr. Fu, to trouble you once again." After finishing the medicine, Xu Miao felt her head swimming, her voice faint as she spoke to Fu Wenhan.

Li Wanxiao was rarely seen conducting a consultation with such formal focus, a serious demeanor that did not escape Dugu Che’s notice.

Domo once said that contracted beasts were meant for combat and should not be summoned lightly for mere display. Lan Fengtian relied on him heavily, so he naturally could not insist, and in all these years, he had only seen such a sight two or three times. Now, seeing a new-generation summoner, he found himself unable to contain his excitement.

It was a cruel scene, yet such is the nature of war. In war, there is always a price to be paid; whether you are strong or weak, you may eventually be numbered among the dead. The scent of burning flesh rose into the sky, resembling the wailing of endless, aggrieved souls.

"What is the matter? If you do not want it, let me make the bid for you." Chu Lan noticed Lin Hao’s hesitation and, assuming he was still struggling with the matter of the stone, urged him to decide.

Meanwhile, the live commentator spoke with professional gravity: "Dear viewers, we are currently witnessing the Northern Division semi-finals of the Tianlun Cup Honor of Kings Championship, where Team Fanghua faces off against Team Swordfish."

Within Liao Xi’s camp, he had ordered his men to prepare certain supplies. Though it was unclear what they were, it was evident they held the key to defeating the enemy. Liao Xi smiled faintly; he would show Lai Hu’er the true extent of his prowess.

Liao Xi nodded and said, "Let them in." A flicker of joy rose in his heart, for he knew Zhou Cang must have succeeded in persuading Guan Hai to surrender.

"Even an ant clings to life; why would you be so determined to throw yours away?" Long Aotian advised in the tone of someone who had seen it all before.

To be fair, her skill with the zither was quite impressive, the melody melodious and pleasing to the ear. Madam Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, savoring the performance.

Upon entering the house, I hurriedly woke everyone up. Seeing me panting, Yu Nian asked what had happened.

I was no fool; while engaging them in a war of words, I secretly opened my friends interface.

Through the interrogation of Feng Longyang, they uncovered a shocking secret: the Azure Dragon Gang actually had ties to the Witchcraft Clan, one of the ancient martial arts families of the Middle Kingdom! Of course, this was all Feng Longyang knew.

It was no wonder; no normal person would be bored enough to jump off a cliff, and he had not realized there was a map at the bottom of the precipice.

Liang Yue’s face turned deathly pale. After a long silence, he cried out bitterly, "You... you... consider me blind for misjudging you! Since you are a friend of that rogue Taoist, then pay with your life!" Saying this, he suddenly raised both arms and lunged toward Xuanshuang.

One by one, the stone bricks took shape. Meng handled the measurements with such precision that one might say nearly every brick was identical to the next.

Xiaoyan took a wooden chest from beside her pillow, opened it, and removed a smaller wooden box. Inside the box was a tin of ointment. She scooped up a bit of the salve, about to apply it to her face.

Xia Tian found a jacket for Song Xinyue and draped it over her. Just as he prepared to help her leave, he suddenly wondered: if Song Tianming and Zhang Hongxia returned and found Song Xinyue missing, would they panic?

I was speechless, waving a hand to signal that it was fine, and told the driver to head to the Shangri-La Hotel first. The driver agreed and set off toward Lujiazui. My heart was full of fire; being deceived by Jiang Qingqing was one thing, but now I had to take her to the Shangri-La Hotel first. So, throughout the journey, I kept a stony face and refused to acknowledge her.

Just as they reached Huaiyang City, news arrived from Pengcheng sent by Zhu Yi: Yuan Faseng had dealt a crushing defeat to the Wei state's Yuan Xianhe. Having failed to persuade him to surrender, Yuan Faseng had beheaded him and displayed his head to the public.