Chapter 118: Just Hold Me
Soon, an indescribable sound echoed through the room.
Qin Xiao, passing by, heard the noise and stepped inside. "David, take it easy. Don't make it so loud."
David was in the heat of the moment and naturally paid him no mind, the commotion only growing louder.
Qin Xiao listened, and felt a certain itch stirring within him.
He had seen Lin Lu twice—that chest, that waist, those legs, absolutely damn stunning, and the face...
He wore a long robe, and the arms exposed to the air bulged with veins and rippling sinew—clearly someone who had truly trained hard.
Under this terrifying shroud of radiation, the creatures native to this land had undergone countless transformations. Science called it mutation, yet no theory had yet been able to explain it.
Someone, however, ignored him, savoring the fine food with relish, never once glancing his way.
The Black Phoenix clan they hailed from was an eighth-rank race under the command of the ninth-rank demon beast Vermilion Bird clan. To be called a race of lapdogs to their faces was nothing short of a direct slap in the face.
He let out a sigh. Seeing Gu Ye holding her phone without moving a muscle, a closer look revealed she was stuck at the naming screen.
In the single strike I delivered, there were over a hundred rabbits of fate, but the corpses of the Red-Eyed kin in this place had long since piled into mountains—no mere hundred, but racing straight toward four digits.
Fang Junmei gave a bow, his gaze direct, his bearing neither servile nor arrogant. In truth, even when he had first dealt with Wind Master, he had never been servile or arrogant.
"How many men did he bring?" Zhan Ying asked with a frown, looking at the room across the way whose lights were still on.
When it came to steadfastness of will, no one could match Qin Yun—after all, he had been tempered through nine lives and nine lifetimes.
The Beast King's strange-marked soul took form, once again assuming the appearance of Yangyang, then entered the interior of the Divine Dragon statue.
Weapons research institutes across the land were already pondering whether they ought to train some chickens to use them against Longwall Prefecture's mechs.
Having said her piece, Miki walked out of Kimura Yu's room and closed the door behind her, as if she had never entered at all.
He had made no preparations, and had never felt hungry, nor weary—only that he had been walking for rather a long time.
The man beside him was his close friend, named An Yuxun. Before the people before them had entered, the two had been arguing over the rightful ownership of a magical instrument. And since they were both longtime friends and equally proud, neither would yield to the other.
After scattering the ashes into the air, the game officially came to an end. Yet during their father-and-son conversation, Kratos spoke another name for Atreus—Loki.
Cold sweat seeped across Mo Ran's brow as he stared hard at Su Su, yet found not the slightest trace of deception in her eyes. It was as though if he so much as said "no," his life and the lives of his family would, in an instant, truly be beyond saving.
Only when Li Daoqiang felt satisfied did he raise a hand to signal a stop, then said gravely, "Good. I, Li Daoqiang, will surely lead all you brothers through thorns and brambles."
A chest appeared before Li Si. The robot opened it, and inside was a tiger.
"Father, Mother, the reason I have come is that Daoqiang has a favor to ask." After a few polite exchanges, Li Daoqiang spoke with a solemn expression and a measure of respect.
The fact that a brawler couldn't even damage a mage with physical attacks showed that, with the rise of her soul flame, her power was enough to crush the gap in physical conditioning—not to mention what would happen if Lina truly went all out with a powerful spell.
In the old days, he would have turned and left without giving her a single glance. The marriage was all but settled, so of course he was willing! But after the affair with Lady Duanmu, seeing her now so desperately in need of his affirmation to regain her courage...
Atu sighed and made a note of it. The lady of the house was still so young—could she already be entering menopause? She had been so easy to deal with a few days ago, but lately her moods were all over the place. Ah, well—whatever the lady says, so be it.