Chapter 155: Who Is the Werewolf
Crack—
Consumed by the flames, the monstrosity struggled in agony, its forelimbs thrashing wildly. Its sickle-sharp claws hacked the wooden wall before it to pieces.
"Humph, a cornered beast still fights!"
With a cold snort, Li Changsheng retrieved a bottle of high-proof liquor from his spatial storage and hurled it straight at the creature...
Although driven largely by selfish motives—namely, boosting his own company's sales—advancing this initiative was, nonetheless, a contribution to environmental protection.
Hearing this, Qin Jian shot Tang Xin a sideways glance. He wanted to retort, but words failed him.
Immediately afterward, the surrounding reporters eagerly fired off one sharp and complex question after another.
The harsh, grating sound of grinding sand kept scraping against the air, making goosebumps rise all over, while Zhang Lan, snapping back to reality, felt a wave of regret.
As everyone retreated halfway, a deafening explosion erupted behind them. The pillar of purple light vanished, replaced by the uniquely wicked laughter of an earthly fiend echoing across heaven and earth. The protracted fierce battle they had anticipated ended so abruptly and shoddily; although Qian Fanchen had slain an earthly fiend, such humiliation was truly hard to bear.
The snake venom coursing through him was extraordinary. If it dragged on any longer and the poisoned blood spread throughout his entire body, not even a celestial deity descending to the mortal realm could save him from certain death.
Had it not been for Xu Nuo, she would never have suffered such profound humiliation, nor would Gu Jingkai have avoided touching her ever since their marriage simply out of consideration for her feelings.
Su Anna had not heard any news of Su Ke being hospitalized, but recalling why Mu Nanyi had been in her hospital room, she vaguely figured something out.
At those words, the blood in Su Liuying's veins froze, and she stood rooted to the spot, completely motionless... On the other side, Lou Yue inspected the fatal wounds on the five men in black, all of whom had died from having their throats precisely slit by a single sword stroke.
"Is Lu Chen doing well?" After hesitating for a long time, An Wen finally asked about Lu Chen. What she cared about most right now was whether Lu Chen's illness had finally healed.
In the darkness, he saw the figure wrapped in white bear fur sitting upon a rusted control console, lazily leaning back on her hands as if admiring the row of blood-stained, sharp iron hooks hanging overhead.
"Come in," a gentle voice drifted from the front room, followed by the illumination of a dim, eerie red light shining through the window.
"You're a vampire. Play dead again next time, and I'll throw you into the fire," Gao Qian said coldly as he watched the vampire stagger to its feet, inspecting its bat wings with a look of heartache.
Yet the air lingered with the unique fragrance of herbs and vegetation, and after drinking it often enough, one seemed to get used to it.
Although she felt Liu Ranzhi was a friend worth having, Wei Man acutely sensed that they had known each other for far too short a time. Moreover, Liu Ranzhi harbored too many secrets, so naturally, she could not pour out all her inner thoughts and hidden musings to him.
An Wen had already thought of turning the tables by playing along. She was not the type to aggressively attack others, but even a cornered rabbit would bite—let alone An Wen, a living, breathing human being.
Could it be because he had uncovered a major situation? And these ambushers wanted to stop him from bringing the news back?
Chi Qiliang? Wuya remembered him. He was the very first person Wuya had desperately wanted to kill upon ascending the throne. Had it not been for him, the late Emperor would not have died so suddenly.
As for the Western Regions, there had never been many people there to begin with, and after the destruction of Great Desolation City, there were even fewer.
Furthermore, what this young man faced was not a temporary solitude, but an eternal loneliness—the kind devoid of any hope.
Few outsiders knew of this intelligence; evidently, Gong Xueluo had reported it to her sect upon her return, and it had spread from there.