Chapter 150: A New Crisis

Hearing this cry, Liu Feng could not help but feel a shock in his heart. He pondered to himself, "Could it be that some demonic beast has emerged?"

"What is going on?"

"Could it be that we've encountered some ferocious beast again?"

"Our luck can't be this terrible, can it?"

Hearing this sound, everyone shuddered. They began to chatter noisily, and some people's expressions started to show panic.

Lin Long frowned slightly. He pressed his hands downward and said calmly, "Everyone, do not panic. Let's find a hidden place first before we discuss further."

Upon hearing his words, the crowd quickly ran toward the small valley, each searching for a spot where they could conceal themselves...

Amidst the noisy commotion, an old man slowly walked up onto the stage. The moment he stepped onto the stage, the chaotic hall instantly fell silent.

Of course, prior to this, if Gear City had not provided her with blueprints and inspiration, even she would have remained stuck at the stage of mere imagination.

As his voice trailed off, the speaker walked up to the makeshift platform. The newcomer was around thirty years old, his expression laden with utter desolation, his face expressionless, and his hollow gaze fixed intently on Long Xue.

The Heart of Flame could only be condensed from extremely intense and scorching fire. Ye Xingchen had never expected that such a Heart of Flame could actually be condensed within this pool of water.

"I'm traveling in Hainan with an old friend. Is something the matter?" Ye Rong's voice came through the phone.

No, what would happen if a self that had separated from the side of the endless night were to die out there?

Carrying the Myoho Senju Muramasa in my left hand, I left the inn where we were staying and walked westward along the main avenue of the town. There was a faint scent of blood in the air. By the dim moonlight, one could see dark footprints one after another on the ground, most likely left by Yinian when she was fleeing.

"Bullshit, do you know what matters most when you're fighting someone?" Lu Shuai dragged my naked self unceremoniously toward the door.

"What are we going to do now? Big Mouth definitely won't protect us anymore! Tomorrow, He Lei is bound to block the school gates for the few of us!" Thinking of this, I rubbed my greasy, cropped hair with a headache and asked.

"What's wrong? Have you made up your mind?" At this moment, he could not help but urge them once more.

The phone rang again. Mu Guofu did not answer. After it rang continuously for a few times, the ringing finally stopped.

Both Bai Yizhi and Bai Lishan turned ashen-faced. They both knew that there was no way to rescue Bai Xi now.

Everyone inside the house came outside. Mei Jiutong sighed and said to Yuan Zhenzhen, "Brother Zhang is a man of genuine passion; I misunderstood him previously." Yuan Zhenzhen gave a slight, bitter smile and made no reply.

However, she was still a fraction of a second too late. The flames had already caught the hem of her skirt, and the fierce fire rapidly lanced upward.

Zhu Miaoqing understood Ye Meng's intention, and she certainly would not disregard Ye Meng's face. Stepping back a pace was perhaps the best choice.

Li Tianyi was well aware that people like Wei Qingfeng might look like underworld bosses on the surface—capable of summoning wind and rain and committing all sorts of atrocities—but in reality, people like them were the most afraid of death and utterly devoid of any integrity.

Two days later, an imperial edict from Yelü Deguang arrived in Yingzhou, officially conferring upon Xiao Cuixin the title of Princess of a Commandery and ordering her to set out for Mozhou immediately to pay her respects to the Emperor.

Compelled by circumstances, they had no choice but to question Xiao Long. Meanwhile, Xiao Long, just as he was about to enter the Land of All Gods, also received their inquiries.

Lu Huai knew that Yan Zhen's intention was to draw closer to him. However, he had never been one for closeness with others, so naturally, he wanted to refuse flatly.

It was Dayang. He stared at his father for a moment before finally recognizing him. Qin Fengyi held Dayang close, cherishing him dearly, and planted several resounding kisses on his son's face. Dayang, who had always been very close to his father, also stretched out his chubby face and planted several noisy kisses back on his father's cheeks.

Yi Feishi's hands hung limply by the sides of the sofa. The tactile sensation let him realize that, after eight years, this sofa had grown very old and worn.

She had cultivated an overbearing and arrogant temperament; whatever caught her eye, she was determined to get her hands on it by any means necessary.