Volume 1, Chapter 63: I Lack Women, But Not a Woman Like You

Hearing the mention of getting a hotel room to sleep, Qiao Nian'an's face darkened, and she cast a sideways glance at him. "You're out of your mind!"

Fu Yunzhen, however, remained unfazed, raising an eyebrow at her. "It's not like we've never shared a hotel room before."

Qiao Nian'an's face turned even blacker. "That was in the past."

Yet, this three-foot sword made her feel much more grounded—he was a tangible, flesh-and-blood person, simply exceptionally powerful, rather than a god conjured purely by her own imagination.

Chen Shi reached out, attempting to touch one or two of them, when suddenly, Xue Huan's startled exclamation rang out from behind him.

This time, Xu Bansheng's period of seclusion lasted even longer than the last. Upon emerging, he discovered that today was already the day of the underground auction mentioned by Fu Cun.

The wealthy were naturally invited to the Wind and Cloud Pavilion to attend the announcement ceremony. Only members could attend, and the membership fee was rumored to be one million gold coins. Naturally, people fought for the chance to join, as it was also a matter of prestige. Moreover, everyone inside consisted of major heavyweights; establishing connections with them would be immensely beneficial for traveling through the jianghu.

Fan Sen stated his judgment from various perspectives, all of which sounded quite reasonable. Yet, upon closer reflection, how wide was the gap between these judgments—rife with possibilities and maybes—and actual reality?

There, crouching upon the ground, were actual Lickers. These Lickers served as the biochemical troops guarding the surrounding cities! However, the microchips in their brains had been completely destroyed, and their primitive instincts for cruelty and slaughter had returned to these terrifying Lickers. They were the finest hunters in the darkness.

"Facts have proven that the organization known as Purgatory indeed possesses the strength to contend with Tier Seven..." another massive, shadowy figure responded.

If things truly reached that point, perhaps no high-end mechanical operation could save the world, especially when your opponent was a team like OMG that feared no mechanical plays at all.

Roy lowered his head and calculated: Although the number of people present was small, they had access to nearly all the major forces across the continent... Coupled with the "Dark Apostles" and the "Golden Generation" who were not present, Goth had already woven a massive network of personal connections.

At the head of the bridge, several burly men stared with fierce, menacing gazes at Goth, the uninvited guest. Yet Goth completely ignored their glares and walked straight into the depths of the sector.

Then, using some unknown method, the monster blocked the cave entrance and fled inward, dragging me all the way into this much larger cavern.

Qin Zongyan knew her innate fondness for cleanliness, and seeing that she did not show a trace of disgust, his heart swelled with even greater joy. Ah Jing truly still held a place for him in her heart. Seeing that Ah Jing was too exhausted even to summon the strength to cough, Qin Zongyan felt a pang of heartache as he lifted her boneless, delicate body, letting her lean against him. He poured a cup of water, this time using a teacup to feed her little by little.

Guo Xiaoyan possessed delicate facial features, looking as though she were carved from pink jade. Her eyelashes were long and dense, dotted with teardrops. She whimpered and struggled, burying her face into her mother's bosom to avoid being fed, looking utterly pitiful.

When everyone noticed the emblem on the edge of the warship's hull—a lifelike flame cloud that appeared almost as if it were alive—their expressions could not help but grow stern! Following that, gasps of astonishment rang out, accompanied by waves of intakes of cold breath.

"Promoted to what?" Jiang Yushan's tone was dreamlike, dazed, and her mind was in complete chaos.

Before the carriage and horses had even come to a complete halt, the gatekeeper recognized Guo Honglei from afar, instantly beaming with smiles as he ran forward to welcome him.

Inside the room, absolute silence reigned, yet the sound of a heartbeat seemed to echo. Apel's face was flushed crimson as she buried her head in Chen Fei's arms, looking immensely shy, as if she had just experienced something profound.

Lu Xueqing's palm, gripping his sword, was already slick with cold sweat. People used to say that Bai Xue possessed a delicate heart and a wisdom bordering on the demonic. Now, he realized that Yang Chun was no inferior to Bai Xue. How on earth had the Master of the Hall of Renowned Plants cultivated such a peerless talent?