Chapter 39 She is actually serious!

After all, using the excuse of helping her clean her room to have him manifest his spiritual body was far too clumsy. If it were to hold any water, there could only be one explanation: she wanted to sleep with him!

When this conclusion hit him, Que Qing was startled by his own thought! No way, could Hua Susu really want to... sleep with him? Is that even possible? What about Su Yu? Had she stopped fawning over him? Thinking this, Que Qing looked down at the hand she had used to grab him.

Furthermore, Princess Zhang rarely wore that garment, and few people knew she had fashioned that bolt of celestial silk into a sleeveless vest.

A blood demon lunged straight at Guo Feng. Guo Feng brandished his two silver longswords, enveloping himself in a shroud of silver blade-light. "Snap!" The blood demon’s protruding mouthparts were severed by the silver blades; the exposed edges began to melt instantly, hissing as they gave off white smoke.

Leaning against the armrest, Mu Siyan closed her eyes slightly. Her eyelashes seemed dusted with crystalline powder, resembling stars flickering in the sky, swirling like a galactic vortex—as beautiful as a nebula. With her fair, delicate cheeks, she sat quietly, radiating an aura like a porcelain doll. Many men watching Mu Siyan were completely captivated.

"Forget it, I think I'm more worried about my hand." The sudden shift in tone made Luo Xichen smile helplessly; the girl before him was still that same kind-hearted soul.

"You, I'm ignoring you." Seeing her sacred topic derailed by Dabai, Tongtong was unusually annoyed. She strode ahead, refusing to pay any more attention to him.

As for this matter, he ultimately had no objections and gave his consent directly.

After entering a meditative state, one could see a greenish glow rise from the dantian, ascending from below until it circled the mind, appearing ethereal and indistinct. At the same time, warmth began to flow slowly from the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet.

"Click." The Rubik's cube turned, and the side featuring the old man with the white beard faced Ross, who was currently choking Tianxin.

Zhang Shufen knelt in the center of the room, like a hollow shell devoid of a soul, kneeling coldly as her mouth opened and closed, uttering insincere words.

Banruo’s figure was slender and graceful, shrouded in dense black talismanic light, her presence completely concealed.

All the archers quickly raised their crossbows and charged toward the enemy soldiers, aiming at the Gate of Injury. Countless arrows rained down upon it. The situation changed drastically in an instant, leaving Qin Feng flustered and helpless, his face filled with frustration.

"Huh, it seems these Maoshan Taoists aren't so impressive after all; they can't even handle a mediocre vengeful spirit," Ye Kai thought to himself.

Ye Kai looked up at the massive stone statues of Hashirama and Madara, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. With a light tap of his toes, he flashed a few times and landed atop the head of the Uchiha Madara statue. Changing his posture, he lay back comfortably, watching the shapeless clouds drift overhead, though no one knew what he was thinking.

Between life and death lie great terrors, but also great insights. After this transformation through life and death, Wuce’s temperament would become even more resilient. Moreover, his lost legs would serve as a constant reminder never to make the same mistake again.

Although he had only just ascended to the rank of Immortal King, he was an Immortal King nonetheless. His Dao principles were incredibly solid, and with such a strike, he successfully blocked Lin Mu.

The crowd couldn't help but be stunned; even She Leiao hadn't expected She Wei to show his face at such a time.

"You dare talk back!" The trench-coat-wearing dog-headed man whipped out a laser pistol and aimed it at the artillery dog-headed man's forehead, the latter’s eyes instantly filled with terror.

After the meal, Li Si parted ways with them and climbed into the car. Jiang Tong drove steadily, and Li Si shook her head, looking at the scenery outside the window with self-mockery.

It was like two tigers fighting, and an ant ran over to say, "You're all trash, not one of you can fight." One has to wonder how thick the skin of that ant must be to say such a thing.