(64) Awaiting the Dawn Together with All Creation

As the vine absorbed more lives, it grew ever more luxuriant. When it had consumed all the lives from the ninth underground level, a blood-red bud formed, swelling and preparing to bloom at a visible speed, its color vivid and shocking. In just a few minutes, all the researchers here, whether directly or indirectly involved in the experiment, were devoured by the vine, their bodies reduced to dust and scattered into nothingness.

Liu Yi knew that Little Phoenix would not harm her. She stepped forward on her small legs, moving through the dangerous vines.

Inside the room, Xi Nanxing and Yin Tianyu were sitting on the bed, holding dolls to play with An Xia. An Xia was laughing happily, her face pure and untroubled, showing no signs of having been frightened.

She still wanted to argue with me, but I had grown impatient. Now, my temper was fierce, and I watched her like a wild beast.

As the conversation reached this point, Leng Dichen returned, and Steward Yan led the servants to greet him.

My aunt raised her hand to hit me, landing several hard punches on my face. I did not fight back.

Behind me, Lou Qianchen furrowed his brow but said nothing. He lingered for a moment, watching Jiang Yunshu’s retreating figure, a smile curving at the corner of his mouth just as Jiang Yunshu turned back and their eyes met.

So, in her lifetime, she would never be moved by anyone. Truly, she was destined to carry hatred and end her days alone.

“What’s wrong? Are you shocked?” Nalan Bing laughed softly. “To be honest, I was just as surprised when I guessed you were the Master of Wuji Sect.”

She passed by Four-Not-Heal, merely glancing before leading her horse away. Without Ning’er, entering would only bring her more pain.

I was deeply disappointed. She had promised to write me a letter, and now, having written it and intending to give it to me, suddenly took it back.

“Fine, I’ll drink.” An Ge took the glass of milk and gulped it down, her stomach rumbling. Quan Mo hadn’t eaten dinner and neither had she.

Seeing the trio’s extraordinarily calm expressions, he knew this time he was doomed. Their faces showed they still had the strength to finish him off.

“It’s like finding two people in the whole world whose sweat glands are located in exactly the same position,” Yuan Fang laughed.

After chatting with Lin Bao in the hospital for a while, the two left. There were things waiting for them tomorrow.

The man looked very young, probably around twenty. His figure was thin and frail, seemingly unable to withstand the wind. Dressed in black, he contrasted sharply with Contented Sky, but most striking was the enormous blade strapped to his back.

“Peak Dao Cultivation, wielding the Ghostblade and imitation Thunderbolt Spike, still not his match. Just now, I was too careless,” Wu Fan pondered to himself.

Once internal conflict broke out, some people lost all reason. Cheng Chuanrong and his group began to deliberately isolate the four upstairs, forgetting entirely that they had once taken them in.

“Animal, when are you going to pay your tuition?” At that moment, a voice rang out, and a Taoist priest walked in through the door.

Liu Jiajun nodded. Earlier, during their conversation, he had already learned about several peripheral locations of the Ethnic Committee. Now all that remained was to visit them in person, to carefully investigate what the actual situation was.

“By the way, a few days ago you mentioned there was a way to get bullets?” After surveying the road outside the window for a while, Liu Jiajun spoke again.

And as the guests entered and discussed the world, today’s journey had begun. The guest insisted on attending the “Dragon Glory versus Yamato” match, shamelessly demanding to watch it. Zeng Yi had protested several times in Xiao Jie’s office, and Xiao Jie had no choice but to agree.

But turning his head, he found Zhou Yunmo’s expression grave, his eyes fixed intently on the screen, not moving for a long while.

This was the rule of the Tiger Hunter Gang, an assassin organization where reputation was paramount. They only cared about getting paid for their work; as for the employer’s requests, as long as the price was right, they would comply with anything.