17. Nosebleed, Bloody Omen: Le Fei’s Embarrassing Fulfillment of the Prophecy

“Where are you going? What are you going to do? How long will you be gone? Is it dangerous?” Before Dian Feng could finish speaking, Li Xianle anxiously fired off a series of questions, causing Dian Feng to smile wryly.

The two groaned softly as their bodies slammed to the ground, leaving deep furrows in the earth. Their faces were pale, and their breaths shallow and weak.

Chen Xiaoran smiled politely, about to speak, but before a word could leave his lips, another voice interrupted him.

A sultry voice pierced Lin Shujuan’s ears. She murmured softly, “Alright, if you come over tonight, I’ll let you do whatever you want. Come on, feed me with your big banana.” The coquettish, youthful tone slipped into Chen Xiaoran’s ears.

Seeing the shifting sands standing before me, my heart skipped a beat, a flicker of unease stirring within me.

The black-faced giant showed no fear at all. Understandable, since he was a paper figurine gifted to me by Wu Fengming. The giant bent down and smoothed the sand.

Then, as the red-crowned crane’s long beak loosened its grip, a black ring was dropped from the sky.

Each of her words struck me like a knife to the heart; I could no longer remain calm about the matter.

Yang Ning snorted and raised his hand, snatching the object that brushed past his ear. Suddenly, time snapped back to normal, and everything around him returned to its usual pace.

Because things had been relatively calm, Li Tingting had skipped classes during the day and only came to hang out with us in the afternoon. When I asked where she had been, she said she went on a vacation today.

At that moment, around the corner appeared a burly middle-aged soldier. He wore the cavalry uniform of Yan You but sported a thick beard that gave off a wild, prairie outlaw aura.

“Alright then, let’s have a training match tonight. We are indeed quite strong; besides the top lane, the other positions should be able to guide you. Especially our bottom lane—I hope yours won’t end up crying,” Ye Di spoke up.

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Ding Yang’s aura surged violently, causing everyone present to tremble in fear. This was beyond ordinary comprehension. Yet, due to this flaw in the Soul Emperor’s technique, the Old Dragon Emperor seized the opportunity.

The crowd’s words piqued Ba Fenghan’s curiosity immensely—what kind of place could require the use of the entire Crystal Barrier Realm and its nine supreme planes? Just imagining it sent a thrill through him.

By now, the mutated zombies were truly in a sorry state—riddled with bullet holes all over, with a large chunk blown off the left ankle by Wei Chen. After being hit by two explosive fireballs from Jiang Wenli, their bodies were battered and bruised. Though these wounds were not fatal, they had pushed the mutated zombies to their limits.

She was truly a captivating young lady, yet no matter how well she disguised herself, Chu Feng could see through it. It was a deliberate act, all to capture his heart.

A torrent of endless gossip and ridicule swept toward Li Wei and his group, instantly making their team the center of attention in the entire square.

Inside the private room, the middle-aged man saw the speaker preparing to leave and immediately ordered his subordinate to bring the speaker up.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly fluctuated violently. Nearly all the energy on the mountain peak converged toward Qi Zhixiao’s direction. A massive vortex swirled chaotically, generating an immense spiritual pressure that even Ba Fenghan found difficult to advance through.

“You’re from the King of Hell’s Hall!” Li Huan exclaimed in surprise, his gaze toward Meng Lang shifting. The King of Hell’s Hall was an assassin organization known for its cold-blooded, ruthless members.

The crow relaxed, unconcerned about the blood honey crystal, but he estimated that Yan San must have gained a lot from the vicious bite—another weapon in their arsenal.

When Mu Yanzhen received Amin’s report, the post had already exploded in popularity on the forum. Netizens nationwide were passionately discussing the matter with righteous indignation.

Watching Xu Yang risk everything to save her, Mo Xuerong’s heart ached deeply. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at Xu Yang, silently pleading for him to let her go.

Wei Kaijie had initially intended to fight, but Yan San’s ruthless methods dispelled that notion. The crippled man’s limbs were cut mercilessly, as casually as slicing tofu—first vertical, then diagonal, with no discernible pattern.

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Seeing more and more people gathering around, Chen Yi turned his head sharply, scanning the surroundings with a fierce glare.

“Let’s talk about it later.” For some reason, recently Lu Xijia always detected an urgent tone in Mu Yanzhen’s words, feeling as if once she graduated, she would be dragged off to marry him.

The dashing rake who had just emerged looked around but found no sign of Zhang Lang. He gave chase toward the imperial city, convinced that was the only path Zhang Lang could take. Others followed closely behind the rake, all running toward the imperial city.

Mu Yanzhen was utterly unashamed, calmly watching their debate as if silently consenting. Mu Xiujian, witnessing this, felt even more frustrated.

As the Snake King finished speaking, the golden roc suddenly dove. From its beak erupted a torrent of golden flames. The snakes that failed to dodge were instantly reduced to ashes under the fiery blaze.

The name alone made it clear what kind of place this was. The occasional desolate sounds within only confirmed it was a den of male debauchery.

Several stars on set, seeing the swarm of reporters outside, were eager to ‘show their faces.’ Yet they knew that stepping out now wouldn’t be a glamorous moment but a humiliating one, since the reporters were all targeting Chen Yidao.

The two smiled at each other. Lately, my resistance to her was weakening. When idle, my mind would conjure countless scenes involving Jiaor, and looking at her made me prone to wild fantasies. She, however, remained oblivious, treating me with overwhelming closeness, which I found increasingly hard to bear.