Guilt

“Dao Baili, this has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it!” Teacher Fang’s eyes had already grown cold.

Feng Wuxing, Huo Xi, and Lie Tu did not act immediately. They exchanged glances, their faces filled with hesitation.

“Alright, I admit defeat. I really can’t remember.” Kong Mojue offered no further resistance and simply conceded.

It was regrettable. In this monotonous, deep blue world, aside from the ticking of the hands, he heard no echo from the human world. This isolated tedium was the most torturous of all.

The Loyal King’s ostentatious affection for his consort, coupled with her formidable background, made their relationship seem steeped in intrigue.

The two prophets had not seen the sudden appearance of a skeletal foot, nor had they glimpsed the raging ‘waves’ churning within the congealed blood mirror.

Liao Ruike led ten thousand barbarian soldiers, while Dean’s personally appointed vice commander commanded another ten thousand. They split into two wings, attempting to break the Spirit Dragon formation from either flank. However, they faced an exasperating dilemma.

The man in black on the ground twisted wildly as Ning Zhaozhao clamped down on his ear, refusing to let go until her mouth was smeared with blood. The other men in black were stunned, and before they could react, Song Gujin had already subdued them.

Feng Shitian was unaware of what was happening elsewhere; her entire attention had been fixed on the Jiuyang Pill within the Fire Cauldron.

This time, Gu Qingcheng was the one left speechless. She hadn’t expected An Qixia to ask such a question. To be honest, she neither liked nor disliked An Qixia—she simply regarded her as the princess of Chengze.

Xia Tian remained silent, letting them comment as they pleased. After all, the matter was out in the open, and Lin Yilu knew everything. She herself had nothing to fear.

Leaning against the door, Ye Sirou was scrolling through classic phrases about affairs and betrayals on her phone when a rapid knocking sounded.

Across from him sat a plump girl, eating voraciously. Zhu Chenyu found even the wine in his glass tasted bland.

Watching them both collapse, he realized he did not have the strength or means to carry them away.

He was suddenly struck in the chest by something, interrupting his words. He quickly unfolded the object in his hand, and his expression changed dramatically.

Ye Sirou had not expected the visitor to be Han Lishang! Yet after a moment’s scrutiny, her certainty faltered.

Lady Han Xue smiled without speaking, and after sizing up Ye Sirou’s attire, her lips curled in a playful grin.

This was the man’s final decision; outwardly it was a game, but he dared not best this aristocratic young lord.

With such a new boss, he didn’t dare jump ship, no matter her cheerful demeanor. If she got angry, he would likely end up like that overturned stool.

“After so many years, Fairy Tu has advanced to the peak of Void Refinement. Congratulations.” Han Li smiled faintly, speaking slowly.

Li Huaixin, for once, wore a serious expression as he shook his head and said, “No, no, Yang Fan, you’ve completely underestimated the power of the word ‘spiritual artifact.’ Even in our family, this thing is quite rare.”

“I leave it to you, my lady!” Lady Fengqi’s soliciting of his opinion gave him face, but also showed her magnanimity.

In the end, it was proven that everything was in Fairy Fusheng’s mind; the door still showed no sign of opening.

He firmly believed Xie Xize had such abilities; he was a researcher, after all, and nothing strange could be found in his possession.

The speaker was the sixth son, Xia Shihui, a man in his forties who stood with a stooped posture.

He adapted to his circumstances, moving on all fours, gradually acclimating to monkey life—sometimes on the ground, sometimes in trees. At first timid, he soon found it quite amusing.

Bai Tang had practiced marksmanship for some time, but lacked real combat experience. Now, having finally found two opponents, he was unlikely to stop easily.

With one hand covering his shoulder, Qin Shi did not blame Chu Qing. Instead, his aura grew even colder. With Mi Laido watching intently, he quickly turned back to deal with him. Qin Shi did not dare relax for a moment, now already near the door.

This Fan Tower was one of Boss Lu’s properties. Whether Boss Lu gave special instructions or not, everyone in the establishment, from the manager to the waitstaff, knew Bai Shu.

The items in the room had all been purchased after she lost her memory and bore no relation to her previous recollections.

A pure villain destroyed a pure good man and swept him into the world of magicians.

“Tai Sui is in the heavens!” Yang Ren soared three meters into the air, both legs flying forward in a chain of diagonal kicks, the force seeming enough to shatter bronze walls.

Retreating swiftly, Li Yang sheathed his sword and stood, like a peerless swordsman—indeed, at that moment, he had become one. He tossed the item directly to Xie Wuyi without pause and left the place without a backward glance.

If they had not escaped, it was foreseeable their fate would be like this void—utterly devoured.

As the forest thinned, a clearing appeared, with three tents pitched and a circle of extinguished campfire, but not a soul in sight.

I felt a slight chill; my loosely fitting dress slipped away. Izumi released her hand, and the dress floated down lightly, like a cloud, settling gently on the ground.

Lan Er, Li Mo, and Yin Kui, having finished their competition, sat together, watching the three on stage and the big screen, occasionally chatting with those beside them. They had become good friends indeed.

“Don’t worry, just stay put,” Qin Ya said with a slight curl of his lips, looking at the enraged Yan Xing, his eyes glinting with icy cold light.