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Starlight twinkled as the curtain rose on the city's nightlife.

Su Yun and Li Ruocheng walked side by side along the street, neither speaking, the only sounds were their shoes tapping against the pavement.

Su Yun wore a formal dress, her hair elegantly pinned up, black high heels completing her look—a classic ensemble for dining in a Western restaurant.

Earlier, Li Ruocheng had taken on a translation assignment. Since the client moved up the deadline, he asked Su Yun for help, and Su Yun...

Zheng Long’s room returned to its usual calm, as if Li Fu had never appeared, and in the same breath, Zheng Long himself seemed to vanish as well.

That gentle, graceful figure surfaced in his mind every night, and only then did his heart find solace.

Passive skill: At any time, adaptive mode can be activated; when the shield senses danger, it deploys automatically. If no further threat is detected within fifteen seconds, it retracts into the energy hand-shield.

“I’ll count to three—get out of my room!” Mo Yang’s entire being radiated a cold, murderous intent. Dahei shivered in terror; Mo Yang was far more formidable than He Yuji had described, and this alone was Dahei’s sole impression upon coming here.

The young woman grew agitated again, launching into another tirade by An Ran’s ear, her complaints pouring out in shrill, indignant bursts.

“What does any of this have to do with me? I’m already homeless—how could I possibly care about anyone else’s life or death?” Li Ming retorted with a sneer.

Kratos let out a furious roar and hurled himself into the filthy river. His unyielding strength churned up towering waves, while the vengeful souls of the dead were shattered, their ghastly wails echoing through the night.

Sun Lihua naturally understood why Lise hesitated; Lise knew the fate of Sun Wu. She dared not decide on her own whether to send out this twenty-five million.

Standing to the side, Jiang Tian looked at the excited Old Ye and suddenly recalled something, but he shook his head, uncertain. As he drew his gaze back, it met Lin Zhengnan’s. In Lin Zhengnan’s eyes, he could see the same thought flicker—neither man was sure, but both felt genuine joy for this revered founding hero.

A black demonic claw took shape in the air with terrifying speed, a crushing pressure descending from above, bearing down mercilessly upon Lin Tong.

“Damn, what’s so slippery here?” Grumbling, Zhen Shifeng reflexively touched the unidentified puddle on the floor with his fingers, rubbing it between his tips. The familiar sticky sensation sent a jolt through him. Using the moonlight filtering in from the window, he peered closer—what met his eyes was a shocking, vivid red.

Though Jiang Weilong also harbored the desire to kill Chen Xuan, he knew the time was not now—otherwise, it would only provide ammunition for gossip.

“Uh…” Only now did Caprico realize the other’s intent. Relieved that his secret wasn’t fully exposed, a strange, uncomfortable sensation welled up in him.

Now, Long Shaoyun was dead, his bones utterly gone; Dogwa’s father was still away in the mountains, unaware that tragedy had already struck at home.

She, who had once taken human form, had reverted to her bloodthirsty qilin shape. Yet compared to before, there was something subtly different—if there had once been a trace of emotion, now she was nothing but an embodiment of ruthless ferocity.

After a while, Li Qiner seemed to awaken from a long dream—a near-death, life-renewed experience that felt like another lifetime. The only thing that swayed before her eyes was a man with hair down to his waist, clad in animal skins. As she opened her eyes, there he was, right before her, his expression hazy, a trace of dried blood lingering at the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll go first!” Zhang Hao shouted as he charged toward the Battle Soul. As he did, his skin gradually turned a molten golden hue, a clear sign that he had mastered some powerful martial art for forging the body.

Taking advantage of the demon tiger beast’s moment in midair, Long Yang dodged the frontal assault, darted to the side, spun around, and landed a fierce punch at its flank.