Chapter 62: Is It Pretty?

It was not far, but according to the map, the route required cutting straight through between two residential buildings. This was the most direct path in terms of straight-line distance. If they wanted to take the main road, they would have to make a detour elsewhere.

New activity had already begun to stir within the class chat. The counselor announced that a meeting would be held in the tiered lecture hall tomorrow morning. This meant they would undoubtedly have to return to school, and not only that, but they would also have to spend the night sleeping in the dormitories. It seemed this instance far exceeded...

Struggling with all his might, Xiaoyaozi still failed to pull back the Silver-Blocking Spear. At that very moment, a piercing eagle's cry that seemed to pierce the clouds burst from the beak of the "Feral Sky Eagle." Its massive wings flapped, and a tremendous, overwhelming force lifted both the Silver-Blocking Spear and Xiaoyaozi off the ground, rapidly soaring up into the air.

However, she could not make the final decision regarding family matters, especially since she had discussed this with her older brother, Xie Chang'an. The moment Xie Chang'an heard that Yifei was refusing the marriage, he blamed her for being unreasonable.

"Do not test my patience." The mole-faced man's voice was filled with indifference. With a gesture to one of his subordinates, a man immediately stepped forward and struck Han Wei heavily in the stomach with his fist.

Suddenly, a ball of fire erupted from the fingertips of "Shuer," instantly expanding like lightning to encase Hong Gong. Before Hong Gong even understood what was happening, lacking even the chance to scream, he was reduced to nothingness.

"What time is it? How could I not remember sleeping for so long?!" I rubbed my somewhat dazed and sleepy head.

Ten thousand wind blades blasted downward. Liu Yili's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly gathered sand and gravel from the ground to defend herself.

Ximen Jinlian thought for a moment, and thought again, then slid into the driver's seat, pulled her cell phone out of her handbag, and dialed Jin Aihua's number.

"How annoying. If I had known, I would have gone to listen by myself to avoid being manipulated by you." Jun Qiluo bit Long Yin's shoulder lightly, then gave him a reluctant kiss.

"Hmph, haha..." Han Wei laughed intermittently, looking somewhat deranged, unable to believe that this was still the outcome in the end. The moment he lost Duo'er was a permanent loss, to the extent that he could not even possess her corpse. Was this a result destined by the heavens? Or was it simply a cruel joke played by the fates?

"Tell me about it first. What kind of matter is it? Is that alright?" Xiaoyaozi asked with a helpless and bitter smile.

Lu Qing'er continued immediately, "You must have all seen butterflies, right? Their patterns and colors are all different."

The Sealing Talisman was the simplest type of talisman, used to seal certain incantations onto talisman paper. As long as true qi was used to activate the talisman paper, it would automatically accelerate the execution of the spell.

All the garrison commanders were staying within the Primordial Chaos Ancient City, and they had assumed he would also return via the passage of the Primordial Chaos Holy City, never expecting him to take a detour back.

"What do you think?" You hand me thirty or fifty each day, and I still have to treat you to dinner afterwards. Am I an idiot?

Within their field of vision, the spirits of Southern Jing were locked in a chaotic battle with the spirits of Northern Jing. It was obvious that the Northern Jing spirits were retreating step by step, and the encirclement was growing tighter. City Lord Yanji of Southern Jing only wished to enter Southern Jing and had no desire to meddle in this conflict.

Lin Yan focused his mind. He knew that among these Heavenly Emperors, Emperor Yao was likely the only one truly wishing to eradicate the entity trying to walk out of the Wuji Graveyard. As for the other Heavenly Emperors, they merely wished to leverage Emperor Yao's power to enter the graveyard in search of treasures.

The top ten ancient clans likewise possessed methods to seal evil gods, descendants with secret bloodlines inheriting their ancestors' power, or other secret arts for slaying demons to rely upon.

"Where is he?!" At the hospital entrance, I caught sight of Huang Ping waiting for me and asked with a trembling voice.

A physique like Lin Yan's could condense ten thousand types of power, but ordinary power was of little use to him.

Suddenly, as Murong Bingbing's voice fell, Mo Fan's brows furrowed sharply, a faint sound escaped his lips, and even his entire body trembled slightly.