Chapter 63: I Protect You of My Own Free Will

Qiao Ruyi was quick-handed and deft, unbuttoning his clothes without a moment's hesitation.

Xing Lin had never expected her to take direct action and was flustered for a moment, stammering repeatedly, "I-I'll do it myself."

Before he could finish, his buttons were already undone by Qiao Ruyi, who remarked, "Stop moving around. I don't know my own strength, so don't blame me if I hurt you."

Xing Lin's hands froze mid-air, leaving him truly amused yet helpless at her words, and he simply let her be.

The outer jacket he had worn back at the tent...

The hunter accepted the peach, feeling too embarrassed to eat it right on the spot as that would be impolite, so he held it in his hand, expressed his thanks repeatedly, and walked out.

Inside the elevator, Ge Hong periodically touched his left pocket with his left hand, where a gun was kept—an ivory-handled gun.

Even if they knew that the price of living like this was participating in war, they did not shrink back in the slightest.

It not only meant achieving the highest level of exposure, but popularity, resources, and fan momentum would all experience an explosive surge.

Moreover, these locusts had become much more aggressive. Once they spotted an enemy, they had eyes for nothing else. Even if their legs were broken, they would use the contractile force of their bodies to crawl toward the enemy.

Originally, Ye Zi wanted to jog in circles around the 300-square-meter training room, but unfortunately, things happened: Ye Zi was cornered by the chimpanzee in a single round. If she didn't want her ordinary-looking face to receive a few dozen punches, Ye Zi could no longer run away and had to focus entirely on a counterattack.

"Tomorrow, once the flour test results come out, we'll discuss it further. Don't think too much about it. It's so late, get some rest first," Fan Yongjun said.

Crafty Fox looked at the distant city, narrowing his eyes slightly while playfully twirling that special handgun with his right hand and letting out a whistle.

Fortunately, Jiang Tiandao had been prepared. After stabbing Number Eight to death with a single strike, he didn't even have time to pull the blade out before rolling away to the side.

The head of security opened the door and slapped the teacher a few times, whereupon the teacher woke up and asked with an innocent expression what had happened.

This new intake of students recruited about two thousand people, gathering most of the young prodigies of Nanzhou. Of course, there were also young prodigies from other states, though their proportion was relatively smaller.

The brows of all the sect masters and clan heads furrowed slightly. Having lost their Soul Formation stage cultivation, they felt uneasy about all sorts of bizarre occurrences, especially since this voice came in such a peculiar manner.

"Rest assured, Chen Da and I will practice diligently. Instructor Wang's spear and staff techniques are truly consummate, and even Black Li Kui's bare-handed combat is rare in this world," Yang Chun said.

Amidst their conversation, they entered the city. Yang Ling was quite familiar with the place and knew the direction of the imperial palace basically without needing to ask anyone.

"No wonder the peerless cold beauty of the Tang family took a fancy to him alone. He truly is a favored son of heaven..." The administrative assistant's mind wandered as she sighed inwardly, handing a cup of clean water to Ye Liushang.

Damn it, the people of the worshipping moon sacred land were instantly enraged, never expecting the other party to start a fight without another word upon arrival.

"Does this kind of skill upgrade require a lot of spiritual stones? If it requires as much as leveling up through cultivation, then I probably don't need it," Li Zhu suddenly thought to himself.

The ultra-luxury cruise ship Zhuoyuan, anticipated by the entire group, finally sailed into the waters of Yanghai City.

Therefore, in that battle, the Heavenly Sect fell into a bitter struggle, ultimately expending countless efforts before managing to suppress that second-tier Martial Venerable.

"Stop!" Zhu Ming suddenly shouted. Hearing this, Zhu Ming had already figured out the cause of Young Master Wu's death.

At this moment, a question involuntarily arose in people's minds: Who on earth was this sacred figure? They looked at Lin宇 with utmost wariness, terrified that Lin宇 might find them displeasing to the eye, in which case they would be utterly doomed.

Within Jingyang Palace, besides those cultivators born of imperial and noble families, many others came from ordinary backgrounds.

Just as the old blacksmith had said, the back mountain once again had a long queue winding through it. The nobles waiting at the entrance could not help but secretly congratulate themselves that coming through the night had indeed been the right choice, while those who only received the news this morning could only mournfully realize that they could only eat breakfast in the queue at the foot of the mountain.