Chapter Forty: Devouring Him Clean, Bit by Bit-A delicada de olhos vermelhos: Doutor Fu, abstinente, a ama até o fim(Quando a caneta toca o papel, surgem fogos de artifício.)

Her whole body clung to him, soft and warm, pressing tightly against him. The heat radiating through the thin fabric sent tingling waves across Fu Wenhan’s skin.

“Doctor Fu, please help me, I feel so awful…”

“Many times, I’ve told myself, what is it about you, Lin Mu, that’s kept me liking you for so long? Lin Mu, however many years you’ve liked Su Nainai, I’ve liked you for just as many.”

Though the Dan tribe’s land appeared deserted, it became evident that their departure, though hurried, was orderly. This suggested the presence of a terrifying enemy that had driven them away.

She couldn’t help but sneer coldly, never expecting that before she had even acted, the princess was already embroiled in her own troubles.

But if the three family shrines were separated, these visible benefits would no longer reach them, and naturally, they would be anxious.

Her gaze flickered almost imperceptibly to Ning Yang beside her, who sat expressionless, sipping quietly from his gourd. Yaya rolled her eyes and smiled at Xun’er.

After speaking, Wang Hao no longer bothered struggling with Tang Yitian, tossing him carelessly so that he landed on his back with legs flailing.

Darkness clouded my vision, and in a daze, it felt as if a huge, shadowy fish swept past my cheek, leaving behind a metallic tang.

“Combine these, and the incandescent lamp will emit light, replacing candles for illumination,” Li Tai nodded in agreement.

That voice clearly expressed a hunger for my eyes and blood. I could now be certain it belonged to the Demon King—could the Dragon Ring have deceived me?

Though the touch was skin to skin, it felt as if an insurmountable chasm spanned thousands of years between us. The lover closest to her had become the most unfamiliar stranger.

Upon hearing this, He Liuyang’s expression changed drastically—a heavy mixture of pain, anger, and humiliation.

The shelves had three or four tiers, the highest about two meters tall. Lin Xiangwan held her breath, stood on tiptoe, stretched her arm to the limit, and just managed to touch the edge of a salt bag. She grasped at it, but instead of pulling it closer, she accidentally pushed it further in.

Only the demon monkeys trapped below continued to howl sharply in anger, relentlessly battering the sturdy bamboo slats above their heads.

After learning about the filming from her mother, she happily agreed and took a keen interest in the matter.

I nearly spat out my drink at the computer screen—was this guy still half asleep? Why was he targeting the main character?

Back in his chamber, Ye Jin, consumed by rage, rejected all invitations, claiming he was experiencing a hiccup during his training and secluded himself in a remote hall.

“Begone!” The Fengshen List, which could condemn even the Great Dao Golden Immortals to death, along with the whip of divine punishment, hovered before Zhou Liang.

Purple Silk saw the blade’s fierce strike and moved with incredible swiftness. Curling into a tight ball, she dodged like a cunning weasel, narrowly evading the deadly slash. In a swift counterattack, her sword pierced the demon leader’s wrist.

Moreover, Xu Xiaoman knew that Tang’s media company’s retained lawyer, Yang Yiheng, would never be employed lightly by Tang Junfeng.

When the words were spoken, the prescription was already written—neat, elegant, yet free and graceful, much like the person who penned it.

Gu Jieshuang would most likely remain a devoted follower of Yu Cang going forward. Having the Mythical Scripture in hand was understandable—Yu Cang had quietly ensured this without a word, a feat beyond even the Flame Emperor’s Medal.

The mathematics community remained silent; he couldn’t help but recall the awe he felt last year witnessing Wu Tong perform miracles time and again.