Chapter 62: Nowhere to Go?

Several rounds of praise made Shi Ran eager to go and meet Fang Qingyu.
Ending her online chat,
she tidied up, preparing to go find Fang Qingyu.
Opening the villa door, she was met with Zuo Yelin's icy gaze.
"Where are you going?"
"To see Fang Qingyu."......
Weak in every limb, her mind was flooded with blood-stained visions, and memories of the times they had walked hand in hand.
From the initial desire for revenge to the final lingering taste of sweetness, he had fully retracted all his barbs, his actions turning gentle. Tasting her flavor made him crave even more.
Knowing they were at the estate, Jingyu finally felt at ease. As she reached the lakeside and just stepped down from the carriage, she saw Chao Si and Yin Xuan jumping about joyfully across the way.
"Qingqing, when did you get a boyfriend?" Ouyang Rui asked Feng Qingqing, thinking this man was far superior to Wu Di.
In the brightly lit bedroom, she clearly saw his face flushed red and a certain part of his body fiercely rigid.
Qi Yanxia was the first to step up beside Li Yuanbai, her intent crystal clear: no matter how the groups were divided, she wanted to stay with Li Yuanbai.
Old Man Xu waved his hand, and the dragon-headed iron crutch returned to his grasp, while the giant shears vanished, having been nothing more than a talisman blocked by the crutch and drained of its spiritual energy.
"Crack-a-laka!" A deafening thunder boomed behind them, clearly signaling the descent of the heavenly tribulation. The range of this tribulation covered the entire auxiliary district; without a divine artifact to pave the way, it was evident that Beiming Ao and the others could not cross over.
Mofan cast a sidelong glance at me, his cold and aloof gaze making one feel as though standing in a frozen wasteland without a shred of warmth. Yet, I had no time to mind how he viewed me, wanting only to offer whatever help I could.
"What?" Ling Xiaoran had actually heard him, but unable to believe his ears, he asked again.
Inside this cave of azure walls and crimson light, a five-colored sacrificial altar stood dead center. The entire altar was a regular hexagon, built with multicolored rectangular stones along its edges.
This time, Shui Mei said nothing. With a sweep of her arm and a spin, in the blink of an eye, she transformed to look identical to Xiuyan.
At that very moment, a massive hand emerged from the dark clouds, crystalline and translucent, carved as if from white jade, without a single flaw.
Yun Moyue naturally did not take his martial arts seriously. Although Queen Sophie's martial arts were not bad even in the Men's Kingdom, in Yun Moyue's eyes, they were utterly laughable.
To avoid her, Yunyang had been pressed against the wall, steadying herself by holding onto a budding white camellia branch to keep from falling.
"What? She is that needle master who turned the Needle Tower upside down?" Someone was shocked. But wasn't it said back then that the needle master had died? It seemed that was just a false rumor deliberately spread by the Needle Tower to save face.
Ruohua felt her situation was growing increasingly perilous. She refused to sit passively and wait for death; she wanted to seize the initiative. Thus, after careful deliberation, she hatched an even more vicious plan.
This man was none other than Claude, the very same Claude who had given her the Ring of God's Prohibition, the enigmatic Claude.
"I'm exhausted..." Han Qingxue found a flat rock and sat down, recalling the demon's appearance just moments ago, and once more overcome with sorrow, she burst into falling tears.
However, the God of Earth did not contend with mortals, and the God of the Underworld remained sequestered in the nether realm. The only remaining target was the Dragon God, but the Dragon God was the laziest creature imaginable, sleeping all day long and completely ignoring the God of War.
Passing through the long street at the city gate, one could see a large river flowing right through Lanjun City. Two or three lantern-lit boats drifted leisurely upon the water, and the lights of the buildings on both banks mirrored upon the river's surface, painting a picturesque and charming nocturnal scene.