Volume 1, Chapter 63: Even If It's Just for This Face

Tantai Jianan was neatly dressed, holding the clothes she was going to change into later. He set them aside casually, pulled a towel from the wooden rack nearby, and walked over.

The humid steam rose, winding like wisps between the two of them, blurring Liu Wuyi's vision. It wasn't until Tantai Jianan was right before her that Liu Wuyi could clearly see his features.

There was little expression on his face, yet his gaze toward her was tender. Emboldened, Liu Wuyi turned around, resting her hands on the rim of the wooden tub, shielding her front with her arms as she looked up at him.

Tantai Jianan raised his hand as if to stroke her head, but seeing the damp towel in his hand, he stopped himself.

His warm, slender knuckles brushed against her back through the towel...

It was just like facing her emotions—she could only hesitate and stand still, while Yun'er had already walked to a place beyond her reach.

"You two stall that winged creature; I'll go deal with that blazing fellow first." Leaving behind these words, Yang Qi grabbed his weapon core with a clank, transforming into a streak of light that moved with blinding speed to overtake and pursue the target.

Moreover, according to accounts from the Dead Sea Nether Spring and others, whenever the cultivation of any living being under the Dao Heaven reached the eighth stage of Primordial, they would attract the attention of the Dao Heaven, and anyone daring to attempt a breakthrough would immediately be obliterated by the Dao Heaven.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat awkward, so Xingchuan had no other choice but to shoulder the heavy burden of shattering the ice wall.

Such a president, though flawed by his greed, was not an irremediable disaster in the eyes of the parliament members, but rather a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was precisely the emergence of Cao Kun that gave so many people hope—the hope to realize their lifelong ambitions.

Furthermore, he was on extremely close terms with the director of the nation's most mysterious National Security Bureau's 51st Division, boasting a profoundly deep background.

Thinking this through and finding her reasoning sound, Shiori Sakurada stopped dwelling on the matter and happily climbed into the car.

A muffled grunt escaped Quinslon's nose, and the domain power radiating from his entire body instantly caused Dimar to feel a suffocating oppression. He could be certain that there was not the slightest falsehood in the other's words.

A moment later, the door lock clicked open. Knowing this meant the master of the house was permitting him to enter, he put on a polite smile and pushed the door open.

Before he could finish speaking, he piloted his mecha right above the city wall of this base. The nearly eleven-ton mecha dropped heavily, and instantly, large sections of the city wall collapsed.

Mao Leyan had not expected them to care about her so much. Liu Yiyi was already a surprise, but she never imagined that even Noble Consort Li would care about her to this extent. Overwhelmed by a mix of gratitude and inner sorrow, she stood there in a daze as tears fell.

In Lei Zhen's right hand was another short blade—a deep crimson one that clearly formed a pair with the one in his left hand.

"Thank you, Your Grace!" Su Ruhui let her inspect her, offered a respectful expression of gratitude, and without any awkwardness, walked over and sat down with a poised demeanor.

Outside the gates of the Nine-Story Tower, a page boy appeared to inform them that the tower could only open once it manifested in the mortal world, and anyone who entered would become a permanent guardian of the tower's grounds, never able to leave the tower for eternity.

Seeing Qiu Li circulating his internal energy to heal his wounds, Qiu Yan chose not to disturb him. He watched as Qiu Li's crimson internal energy slowly rose from his dantian, passed through his chest to the top of his head, and finally dispersed into his limbs, completing cycle after cycle.

"Haha, now this is a rare sight. Which team dares to invite the notorious Young Master Huang?" Hearing Huang Tian's words, his bad company couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Heaven and earth as witness, ever since the very beginning of this Journey to the West—when they first encountered the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong transforming into a gigantic giant ape beneath the full moon—they had never once seen the Great Sage transform into that colossal ape in a berserk state during the rest of the pilgrimage.

Yet right now, the execution of the DF team was so precise that without a moment's hesitation, they collectively retreated, choosing to recall to base to defend the high ground. Tang Jie and the others were in no position to chase and stall them; in a 4v4 situation without the assistance of defensive towers, they were bound to lose.

The clouds in the sky drifted silently, and the moon finally broke free from the gloom, pouring down pristine moonlight that fell upon his tall figure, illuminating his exquisitely handsome face.

As for Pinamonti's seven gunboats, their tactics were somewhat contradictory because the sailors aboard were unaccustomed to naval warfare tactics involving mutual bombardment with enemy ships at sea.

Next, securing it with adhesive tape and wrapping it with a few layers of gauze completed the treatment of the wound.

"What?" Lu Yuan wondered if he had misheard. It sounded like the coach said he wouldn't let him join the basketball team—did he misunderstand some grammar?

Cao Meng's face instantly twisted in distress. What he feared most was Hu Sanniang's flying stones—elusive and impossible to guard against, even Gao Chong had suffered greatly at their hands.

Taking the elevator to the floor where Blizzard was located, Mike Morhaime and the others hurried out to welcome them.

The moment the players from both sides re-entered the arena, the venue erupted like an oil pan splashed with water. Many scouts present had not expected a mere curtain-raiser match to turn out like this.

The next moment, accompanied by a sizzling sound of gunpowder burning, the barrels of all the cannons aimed in unison toward the fleet of Stormwind City warships appearing on the distant sea.

Throwing it away was out of the question. After a moment of thought, Lu Yuan decided to wrap it up and take it back for Yezi to eat.

The others frowned in slight confusion. Martin seemed to harbor some kind of apprehension, trying to stop Lin Li from commanding this battle.

With a cold snort, blazing flames rose from the hands of Orange Fireball, utilizing the Flame Explosion spell previously used by "Three Seasons of Rice," who had once ambushed Li Xuan. However, compared to "Three Seasons of Rice," Orange Fireball's strength was still far inferior.

At the doorway of the room, Li Nana and Yu Qinglei were peeking through the crack of the door. By the time Li Jianing finished speaking his final sentence, Li Nana's face instantly turned crimson.

With a light shout, Nanquan dashed forward while drawing two spiritual swords. Judging from the spiritual pressure emanating from the blades, both were fifth-grade spiritual artifacts.

Shu Furong instantly felt a pang of sympathy for the rest of the Xiao family's brothers. At this rate, wouldn't it be many years before her sixth brother, Xiao Li, could consummate his marriage with her?

Zongzheng Yuannuo didn't feel anything was amiss. He had married at sixteen, and over the following half-year, Yuanbao had taken in several secondary wives and concubines for him to balance political factions. Though awkward at first, Zongzheng Yuannuo was easily persuaded by a few words from Yuanbao.

Gan Ling was gnashing her teeth in deep hatred, a beast-like low growl rumbling in her throat. Her hands reached wildly through the gaps in the prison door, her face pressed and distorted by the iron bars into jagged lines like a baring-fangs evil ghost—a sight both pathetic and repulsive.

At first, Qin Feng engaged him solely using the Nine-Suns Battle Physique and was thoroughly suppressed, forced to rely on the sharpness of sword Qi to maneuver against the fair-skinned middle-aged man.

After a long while, his cultivation approached the mid-stage of the seventh level of Great Martial Master, and all the spiritual energy within his body was completely refined.

One by one, the white-light figures were continuously shattered by Lin Feng. Dozens of breaths later, all thirty-two white-light figures vanished completely.