Chapter 34

As a half-human, half-demon warrior, Roanna had never known a day off in her past. Her entire existence was spent in a cycle of "slaying demons, traveling to the next location, and continuing to slay demons." The organization based in Staff was flagrantly violating labor laws.

Returning home after dinner, Bai Ruxue went to Ruoxin’s room as usual, crawled into her bed, and began describing what she had seen in the city.

In just over six years, she had already forgotten what her master looked like. Now, her master was nothing more than a blurred face in her mind, devoid of features or emotion.

Having said only that, the Black Nether Dragon fell silent, yet it was enough to make it clear that he would not take the initiative to help the Qingyang Palace in their great war against the orcs.

A knock on the door sounded at an inopportune moment. Yan Xiaoxiao braced herself, took a deep breath, and pulled the door open. Outside, Xu Yi waved a takeout box at her, and Yan Xiaoxiao looked at him in surprise.

Guan Jingtian opened his mouth, but seeing Ruoxin’s distant and polite demeanor, he suddenly found himself unable to speak. His eyes remained fixed on her, his expression grim.

Finally finished crying, Jin Guangyan looked at her red-rimmed eyes, feeling both amused and helpless. She was the one who wanted to drive him away, so why was she the one reduced to tears now that he had left? Jin Guangyan felt a sense of relief; he was glad he hadn't actually intended to leave.

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could ice possibly grow?" Vice was incredibly annoyed and turned away in a huff, but as she turned, she found she could no longer look away.

The wall of fire roared, and the hand behind the trident seemed to sense something, refraining from pushing any further inward.

For some reason, she had been feeling rather dazed lately, and she knew her time was likely running short. This was why she worried about Shaohua’s future in the Xie family, and why she wanted to place more people around her.

Su Zhilin must understand who I mean by "them." Since we have been together, we discussed this issue at the beginning, but later we never mentioned it again; we both tacitly avoided the subject.

Things had reached this point, and Lin Wu could not afford to retreat out of pity. No matter how much it pained him, he had to continue his cruel deception.

Just as Qin Yi felt that death had arrived, she suddenly felt a gentle, large hand pull her close. In that ten-thousandth of a second, she opened her eyes and stared at Lin Wu in disbelief.

Seeing someone blocking the way, Xingxing slowed her pace. Mu Xia picked her up directly and walked around them. As she passed, she took a careful look and noticed that several of the people in the crowd were Yan Si’s bodyguards, and one was his manager.

This battle was merely a warm-up. When both sides called for a retreat, Han Weiwan discovered that there were surprisingly few casualties on their side, mostly just the wounded. Those lying on the ground were mostly from Situ Jin’s faction.

He could have pursued this matter through legitimate, legal channels, but he could not wait that long. Whoever dared to harm Qin Li would have to pay the price in the shortest time possible.

"You only think about eating. Is my existence just to serve your meals? There is pickled cabbage in the fridge; steam the rice yourself. I’m tired!" Shen Qing dropped her cup and headed to her room.

The only one here without a weapon was Xiao Tianbing, but he took off his black robe, rolled it into a soft staff, and used it to fend off the water insects.

That was a golden rose unique to the world, with only a dozen or so in existence; it was not something that could be bought just because one had money.

"Sister, I really want to help him, but as you know, I don’t even have a job right now." Jing Yunxin understood her sister’s intentions a little, but she could not guess the deeper layers, simply believing that Jing Shixue hoped she could help Xie Luo with his immediate crisis.

Zhuang Momo’s grandfather only had one son, Zhuang Momo’s father, so the heavy responsibility of inheriting the family’s martial arts naturally fell on the father’s shoulders.

Xuan Yuan was indeed the foremost figure in the cultivation world, but as a sword cultivator, his cold and unyielding style meant that throughout his years of dominating the world, the entire cultivation realm had trembled beneath his blade.

"Is that so? Why don't I feel that I am as good-looking as Mother?" Looking at his mother’s photo, Quan Nan Zhai touched his face, looking somewhat cute and comical.

It was unclear who it was, but a sudden excited shout drew everyone’s eyes. They rushed over, only to see Sun Quan, wearing a golden helmet, fleeing frantically.

After the program ended, Asteria still politely exchanged pleasantries with the host. The host was quite gentle, but the moment the camera turned off, his face darkened instantly. He shot her a look of deep dissatisfaction and turned to walk away.

Ning Xiuchen was like a white flower, elegant and unstained, blooming in black, murky silt. Even though the world was filled with malice, he stood firm and proud, isolated from the world, never mingling with the surging wickedness of the mundane, never staining his pure white with darkness, nor falling into the demonic path.

Suddenly, Best’s phone vibrated. He took it out immediately and, upon seeing the message from Xiao Yao, his expression turned instantly excited.

Most of the officers and men in the Left Vanguard Guard recognized Ma Chao; after all, for the past few months, the two sides had been at daggers drawn, and on several occasions, Ma Chao had nearly breached their camp.

When the Interstellar Alliance announced the early conclusion of the second round of the Interstellar Tournament, it caused a sensation across the galaxy.

Ji Qing had already seen the hope he was looking for; there was no time to waste, and he had to begin his plan.

Lowering his hand, he looked at the newcomer with a weary expression. Upon seeing Si Jingyu following behind Ye Huian, he froze, his gaze filled with clear wariness.

He Meier had only been teasing Zhan Zhao just moments before, and this killing intent must have been directed at that jest. In order to save He Meier, she shouted out without a second thought. He Meier and Zhan Zhao were stunned, and He Meier instinctively handed the flute in her hand to Zhan Ruowan.

Under the moonlight, Song Yan thought his expression must be truly hideous, for in Min Jia’s eyes, Song Yan could easily see disappointment.

"Alright, let me see how far you have progressed in your studies. You came to me for training for the sake of the Chunin Exams, after all." Jiraiya straightened his clothes, abandoning his usual playful demeanor, and began to seriously assess the two people before him.