Chapter 63: Stirring His Heart

Surrounding him was nothingness filled with pitch-black energy, yet Ye Fantian showed no hesitation as he brandished the deep blue crystal blade in his hand, rapidly slashing forward.

Since the Main God was so formidable, once Si Qi recovered, even if he himself could not avenge that divine soul, Si Qi certainly could. As a Main God, a being transcending the law-bound deities, helping Zhang Ruozhi exact revenge should be an effortless endeavor.

Inside the cabin, Situ Wei sat with her eyes closed, trying to calm her mind. Ever since she had been plotted against by Situ Ningwei, her physical and mental state had been exceedingly poor. Situ Wei knew that the other party had administered drugs to her, draining her strength to maintain tighter control. Helpless against this predicament, she could only take things one step at a time.

However, an unexpected turn of events occurred. Before Mike could finish his sentence, the young man deftly reversed his grip to lock around Mike's neck, spun his body upward to clamp his legs tightly around Mike's shoulders, and executed a stunning flying cross-armbar, flipping Mike—who was twice his size—straight onto the floor.

For some reason, upon catching sight of Ye Fantian, a strange look began to surface on Qin Rou's face. Her eyes flickered as she gazed continuously at Ye Fantian, occasionally glancing back at Ye Tinglong while her expression gradually grew agitated.

Looking at Yu Qiaoyue's expression, Na Tie felt a profound sense of helplessness. If Yu Qiaoyue was deceiving him, her acting skills were truly phenomenal, because Na Tie dared not look at her at that moment, fearing that a single glance would make him instantly regret his decision.

Qing Hong's playful eyes swept up and down over Hu Yuning, who wore an angry expression with her chin held high. A charming smile curved across her gorgeous red lips, though she remained silent, simply fixing her gaze upon her.

"Offering oneself in marriage doesn't necessarily mean sneaking into someone's bed; how utterly superficial," Tang Tang said, glaring at Lan Xin with annoyance.

Hu Lingfeng had guessed correctly. The Dragon-Subduing Formula that Qing Hong had originally acquired contained a technique called the Seclusion Heart Sutra. Although it was not an offensive martial art, it happened to be exactly what Qing Hong needed. Once mastered, no one could pierce through her true cultivation level, and her martial arts tier could be altered at will.

These two words were slowly forced out from between clenched teeth, carrying a bone-chilling coldness that made one's entire body shudder.

Viewed separately, the newly crafted gather-qi device components merely appeared a bit more refined and adorned with extra patterns; they were not particularly captivating.

Marshal Shu Guangtong was fiercely engaged in battle against the Dark-Sky Cavalry and Dark-Sky Knights in the Baimu Mountain region, leaving him temporarily with no leisure to oversee Heng Xing's obedience to orders.

Li Wei hugged a large pillow comfortably as she leaned against the bedding, her eyes crinkled in a smile. Her long hair, freshly washed, drifted about her shoulders in a state of indescribable coziness.

Even the most sluggish Nan Xinghun could sense that the two-headed rhinoceros behind them was far more intelligent than ordinary monsters. Most importantly, it possessed some unknown method of locking onto their aura; no matter how they wound through the twists and turns from the first level to the second, this twin-headed beast could always catch up to them.

Zhao Yayue gave a slight smile and began to recount the events. Mr. Roy leaned forward slightly, listening to his words and nodding continuously.

Perhaps, given Mayor Wu Fanghua's lofty status and formidable family background in Fuhai, she was the only one qualified to speak with such authority, regardless of whom she was addressing.

Right now, it felt—somewhat swollen—and Lu Miaomiao tried hard to capture that sensation. It seemed her needle sensation was not particularly strong, nor was her pain tolerance low; she could be considered a tough-skinned girl.

These heartfelt words caused everyone to nod continuously, their faces filled with gratitude. Could any subordinate not willingly and loyally follow a leader who placed their lives and safety above all else?

Even so, the Americans still felt a sense of relief upon hearing the news. All summer long, they had been brainstorming ways to orchestrate transfers, yet things had by no means unfolded as smoothly as they had imagined.

"Since the Immortal Venerable is already aware, might you refrain from further obstructing Mo Lan's pursuit of those two?" Mo Lan asked, cupping his fists.

This felt precisely like a nouveau riche billionaire aggressively flaunting his wealth before the eyes of the world's richest man.

Tang Wei asked anxiously. Having been completely preoccupied with Xiao Qi's situation earlier, she had momentarily overlooked it—she was practically dying of frustration; naturally, as a friend, she would care.

"Lin Qingyang, you are quite impressive. Although I don't know what you've experienced over the past two years, with me, Ren Feng, around, you are destined to take only second place as the premier inner-gate disciple of the Southern Profound Sect." As Ren Feng spoke, his imposing aura grew increasingly overwhelming.

It hurts, it hurts, wails. He was hurting her, and she wanted to break free, but the harder she struggled, the tighter his grip became.

Yang Xiu ordered his men to hang that plaque above the gate. Since it was bestowed by the Son of Heaven, it was, after all, a gesture of goodwill that could not be taken lightly.

Ye Zifan cancelled the Marketing Department's celebration event, making a special trip to a famous Western bakery in the South District to buy a chocolate cake. When he arrived at Mai Zi's place, the evening lights were already beginning to twinkle. As soon as he knocked and the door opened, Mai Bao let out a cheer and threw himself into his arms.

She merely felt that everyone's gazes were strange today—look, just like Ye Wei's look, ambiguous and lingering, bearing that kind of smile of someone watching mischief and secretly laughing.

"..." Released from his grasp, An Ruo took in great, heaving breaths. The faint blush on her cheeks could not dissipate all at once, yet even if others saw it, she cared not a whit; at this moment, she paid it no mind.

"Susu, as early as three days ago, we had everything prepared. What does Mo Xuan's action now signify? He has long since resolved to abandon the Mo Corporation entirely. Although I don't know why he has delayed, this is our last chance, isn't it?" Ai Xi also provided a thorough analysis of the incident.

Usually, when no one invited him to play soccer or go on adventures after school, Conan would run over to Teitan High School and wait for Mouri Ran to come out so they could walk home together. As for Haibara Ai, she would head straight home after school and rarely came out to play.

Zhou Tu'nan engaged in introspective meditation, gazing upon the nine-colored lotus within his heart-lake lotus pond, and fell into a state of ecstatic joy.

"Correct, we must seize the time to search for treasures and then get out of this bird-forsaken place," Yan Hua said nervously.

Aside from the shooting range's automated control platform, the duty staff also held a certain degree of authority to make adjustments.