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From this world onward, Jin Mu came to understand just how agonizing the worlds of these two siblings truly were. As the flames roared, the scattered young Kunpeng birds around grew increasingly frantic, emitting a series of piercing cries as they darted wildly in all directions.

“Mr. Heisaki…” Orihime tried to step forward, but Jin Mu’s sudden appearance interrupted her, and the heretical mark that had bound his arm vanished, revealing his bare limb.

“So, for the sake of your parents, you trained tirelessly and silently endured all criticism and unfair treatment without ever resisting?” Yun Che said.

Thus, even if one could not master the path to immortality in the future, they could still ensure good health and longevity.

She could feel the anger etched on Takatsuki Izumi’s face as Jin Mu devoured the heretical mark along with the flesh on her shoulder.

Although her secret savings were more than enough to open a clinic, the thought that perhaps her father might eventually become involved made it a worthy act of charity and salvation.

Accompanied by overwhelming pressure, a cold and majestic male voice resounded. Mingxin’s heart, which had already turned cold, began to beat again. Zombies do not speak, so whatever this thing was, since it had yet to show hostility, there was still hope.

Perhaps, if it weren’t for the Yun family, the matter of the Yun Xiao bloodline might have remained hidden; yet, the Yun family was involved… Xuan Gang was an irrefutable ironclad proof.

The Ninth Forgetfulness knew the Flower Lord and was aware that Huangfu Bingli had previously gone with Aria to meet this newly emerged master of the Xianling Sect, but he never imagined she had actually succeeded in joining the Xianling Sect.

A shadow flickered past, and the box in the staff member’s hands vanished instantly—no one caught the shadow’s movements clearly.

Recalling the cold gaze of the culprit on that day, Chu Xiuxin’s fury burned wildly within; this was an indifferent killer, one who had long since cast aside any regard for life or death.

Ling Jingshen’s frown deepened as He Lingwei appeared shy and bashful.

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Ding He packed up quickly, carrying his live streaming equipment and guitar, rushing back to the rented room. The first thing upon arrival was to check the system.

Liang Xuan listened, her body so soft she could not move, only able to roll her eyes with a glance. “You’ve teased me until I’m itching all over, yet you’re still dawdling—what are you playing at?”

The so-called bridal chamber was in a yard piled with firewood; a random room had been cleared, two red candles placed, red gauze hung, and the empty room contained only a large bed, a table, two chairs, and a dark red, battered chest for clothes—a very humble setting.

When the presence of intruders was detected, the three major games naturally assigned related tasks to suitable players; other games were not to be outdone, and those who considered themselves capable also received missions.

“Xiao Yan, if you dare lay a finger on Yanran, I will make you pay!” Yun Yun’s voice was ice-cold. She hadn’t expected Xiao Yan to personally intervene, directly targeting the weakest, Nalan Yanran, whose talent was excellent but whose bloodline had yet to evolve.

The crisp slap echoed again; with this strike, several students were sent flying by Xie Lang’s palm, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

“What, you want to stop me? Then I’ll break your legs too! Take him down!” Brother Kai snorted coldly.

With these thoughts, he approached his first target, knocking on the shop window in front of him.

I sneered, “Fine then.” The moment I finished speaking, I struck suddenly—a heavy punch landed squarely on his chest. The tremendous force knocked his feet off the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of bitter saliva.

They loved her in their own ways, embraced her, chased after her footsteps, never giving up. Even though she had fled and rejected them countless times along the way, they remained steadfast.

He had been an advisor to her father during his time in the northwest—knowledgeable, skilled in observing celestial phenomena and divination. Having retired for over a year since returning to Luo Capital, he had been nowhere to be found when she sought him. Why had he suddenly appeared now?

Dong Bufan growled lowly, swinging his dull sword continuously forward. With every strike, countless afterimages appeared.

Yet he met a pair of complicated eyes silently sizing him up. Instinctively, he lowered his head, thinking something was amiss with his clothing or accessories.

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In the moment of Chang Shui’s shock, Dong Bufan’s figure had already appeared before him.

“Princess, it was this humble servant’s selfishness that deceived you,” Jin Yichen said painfully, closing his eyes as he knelt before Lu Ruoxue.

Just as he thought, though slightly too late, as he ordered the gang members to disperse, Qian Xue threw another explosive pill their way.

Jilas sneaked into several adjacent rooms, quietly opening the windows, then propped the still-warm bodies against the windowsills. From outside, it appeared as if someone inside was peering out, but their heads hung limply against the outer walls.

Chu Yunluo watched, both amused and exasperated, as her two fan groups began bickering—escalating rapidly.

Most spectators were reluctant to take sides, as the Thunder team had already been eliminated by the Lakers with a 4-2 score, and the performance had ended, leaving some feeling unsatisfied.

After all, their identities in the real world were sensitive; they could not afford outsiders knowing.

Those who possess the Gu insect can place the larval eggs in the victim’s food. Once the larvae hatch inside the body, they can control the victim…

The man exuded a refined elegance, otherworldly and ethereal, like a celestial descending from the heavens, seemingly untouched by mortal smoke and dust.

In the afternoon, the Zeng family received distinguished guests. Old Master Zeng warmly entertained Chang Youle, but wore a stern and authoritative expression toward Chang Haoting, embodying the gravitas of an elder.

Since the incident nine years ago, the city seemed unchanged. Though the scars of the fierce fire had long been erased, the marks left in people’s hearts were far harder to erase.