Chapter 37: Winking at the Blind

Shen Suinian pushed Tan Zhiyuan’s hand away. "I will marry her."

Tan Zhiyuan laughed and clapped his hands. "A hopeless romantic."

Whether it was admiration or mockery, it was impossible to tell. Even a fool could see that while Long Linfei appeared to be speaking to Long Tianchen, his words were actually meant for Gu Ling’er. If it were anyone else, it might have been fine, but it had to be him? Gu Ling’er would rather feed it to a dog than give it to him.

The arrival of these subordinates gave Mulu a moment to catch his breath. He quickly sat cross-legged and wiped his hand over his injured shoulder.

Everything was buried in the dust of history. Originally, Zhu Bajie thought life might just continue this way, until one day, a monster so strong it defied reason appeared and destroyed the entire world.

Before she knew it, he had already picked her up. An Nianchu was slightly stunned, and the next moment, her face was pressed against his smooth chest. Water droplets trickled down from his hair, and in the dim light, she found him surprisingly enticing.

The Vina Hotel in Stockholm was a high-end five-star establishment. Despite being a so-called subsidiary property, the quality of the restaurant on the first floor was comparable to those five-star restaurants specializing in fine dining.

Jiraiya and Tsunade looked at Konohamaru, sensing that something was on his mind. "Why did you suddenly ask about this, Konohamaru? Or is it that you want to learn this ninjutsu?" Tsunade asked with a smile.

Heng’s initial mission was to block Achilles, and then, after realizing he couldn't, it turned into saving Cairo from Achilles’ forces.

What kind of existence was the Ghost Sword Snake Demon? It was a demonic blade forged from the blood of a thousand men and a thousand snakes. These two men in black were, at best, decent assassins; there was simply no comparison. The Ghost Sword Snake Demon only needed to release a sliver of its aura to make the two men in black unable to resist.

A sarcastic, shrill voice rang out, and the man’s slender, delicate arm slowly rested on Long Tianwei’s hand.

Ouyang Xun tumbled to the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. His face was deathly pale; these injuries were many times more severe than the previous ones.

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Peak kings and half-step holy ancestors, while not exactly rare, were still few in number; most were survivors from the past.

They just loved to stir up trouble. If the police did that, their image of justice and serving the people would be greatly tarnished.

"You dare!" The chill in Zhu Yuyan’s eyes, hidden behind her veil, intensified, and her cold, fierce gaze locked onto Meng Xunzhen’s face.

Chen Chao-piao had brought a large pot with him, knowing the exercise wouldn't be on Blood Shadow Island. Since they were out and by the seaside, he figured they would eat some wild game before heading back, so he had prepared seasonings, a large pot, and even brought some pickled mustard greens.

Yang Jian dared not put on any airs. He was no longer the person he once was; he had become worldly and sophisticated, and with a hundred cycles of reincarnation, his life had become complete.

The three people at the bottom were slowly being dragged into the black hole. The experts of the Barbarian tribe, the Profound King, and the Dragon Elephant King all wore expressions of anxiety. Everyone had clearly witnessed the terror of the quagmire earlier; once dragged into the depths, it was a certain death sentence.

"The sword heart is like a lake, clear and transparent, reflecting all things without missing a single detail. The 'Sword Heart Clarity' of the Jingzhai is indeed extraordinary!" Meng Xunzhen praised inwardly. Her body suddenly tilted to the left, and the heavy black iron sword dragged downward, slicing toward Shi Feixuan’s slender, willow-like waist.

"I’ll refine it first, then I’ll show you what it means to lift a rock only to drop it on your own feet!" Yang Jian sneered inwardly, drawing the top-grade materials from his storage ring into his body.

He knew very well that if his rank as a Spirit Master hadn't reached the fifth grade, he would have been in danger today.

Yes, she was in desperate need of a vibrant color like Lin Menghan to edit her pattern, to use an RGB model to alter her grayscale space.

Yun Shaoxuan’s upper body was covered in all kinds of scars—claw marks, fist imprints, bruises, and more.

After ten days of frenzied cultivation, his bones finally completed their transformation, shifting from white to a translucent, jade-like hue.

"Brother Zhu, we are entrusting Wei’er to you. You must bring her back safely," Han Qin said with some worry. He had an excellent relationship with Yang Wei’er, and seeing her go with Zhu Xu to rescue people left him feeling uneasy.

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As soon as the white triangular ox finished speaking, the creatures beside it nodded in agreement, one after another praising its profound insight.

This was also a matter of Zhao Yiyang’s philosophy; the fact that his guidance was overly prescriptive was a major reason for the issue.

Upon entering the tree hollow, Ye Chen finally realized that aside from the first treehouse, which was kept dilapidated to deceive onlookers, the space inside the hollow was actually a world of its own.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Ning Xuanyuan couldn't help but look around, searching for Xiang Yang’s figure.

"No, I can go with you. I won't find it boring," Xiang Yang said, not intending to let her off the hook easily, wanting to tease her a little longer.

The Earth Dragon at the mouth of the well was now on its last breath, unable to even let out a roar. A dark liquid flowed from its ink-colored pupils, and soon after, the Earth Dragon’s carcass fell heavily into the well.

The Yi-Jin Fire Grass in his hand looked ordinary, no different from common Yi-Jin grass, but the flames burning all over it and the surging energy within it displayed its extraordinary nature.

The willow leaves swept across the land, leaving not a blade of grass behind. Thousands of Baites died under the attack of the Willow Flying Leaf Man without even a chance to react.

Li Sheng glanced at the latter and said softly. He didn't seem overly worried; he knew Li Xue’s strength best. Even if she didn't achieve any dazzling results, she wouldn't do poorly either.