Chapter 49: Yu Lan Stays Behind, A Pact Sealed with a Slap

Yu Lan acutely perceived the golden lion Huo Zhanting's indulgence toward her.

Unable to hold back, her eyes turned red.

Her small hand stroked the golden lion's mane, as if offering comfort.

Only then did she turn back to look at Li Yufei.

Taking two deep breaths, her delicate face was filled with earnest seriousness.

No one knew what kind of decision Yu Lan had just made.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the beautiful female slowly walked toward Li Yu...

The Martial Ancestor was a legendary figure, and this martial realm was personally carved out by him. It is said that in the distant past, the Martial Ancestor obtained the martial arts inheritance left over from the supreme dimensional era.

"I am not crazy. My heart tells me that I love you. Don't you love me?" Qin Zhan frowned, looking at Ai Changhuan with a painful expression. The fragility in his eyes was heartbreaking, clearly telling Ai Changhuan that he was hurt.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of sword Qi shot toward Xiao Yi from front and back. Countless sword Qi pierced through his body, and a moment later, his entire body was mangled and bloody.

Originally, I had intended to turn back upon reaching this point, but before I could even pivot my body, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly echoed from the entrance of the inpatient department.

"If the strategist is truly a spy as you claim, Yang Jinran will naturally send someone to replace him in due time. What are you rushing for?" Ai Changhuan's eyes carried a faint trace of mockery and disdain.

Within his pupils, murderous glimmers flickered. Luo Xiu thought of his enemies in the Immortal Realm, and a cold, chilling sneer emerged in his heart.

"I just mean that if you ever think of me one day, you must call me. I have something to say to you." Qin Zhan looked at Ai Changhuan with an exceptionally profound gaze, containing all the complex emotions accumulated over so many years.

A line suddenly came to my mind: "May I be like the star and you like the moon, shining brightly upon each other night after night." How intensely ironic it felt.

It was just that Jing Yan never ate spicy food; over time, to accommodate his dietary habits, her own palate had also become much milder.

The two searched for two hours until, finally, beneath the roots of an ancient tree, they discovered a jade token carved with the Eight-Extremities Pagoda.

They did not converse with Song Yungang and the others, merely glancing over briefly. Seeming somewhat surprised as to why there were so many people here, they did not linger and descended the mountain from the other side.

"The power of a Tailed Beast is certainly formidable, but with your current Martial Venerable realm, you want to hunt a Tailed Beast that even the rulers of the Three Realms find troublesome? Do you think that's possible?" the Evil Swordsman said.

Li Wuxiu pointed toward the carved bed where Yujin had slept, causing Jie'er's face to flush red as she helped him over to sit down. Yujin turned back to look at all this, yet she uttered not a single word, nor made a single movement.

Qiao Yi nodded. The location wasn't far, and the restaurant was quite busy. After waiting for a table of guests to leave, they were immediately seated.

This remark carried an unexpectedly strong sense of possessiveness. The host couldn't help glancing at Gong Qiming, only to find him gazing intently at Ye Ningbai, the corners of his mouth curving slightly into an uncommon, faint smile.

The black mist seemed capable of affecting only himself and Moyang. The mist coiled around Calvin and flowed toward Moyang, while Mu Yue, Ling, and the others nearby appeared entirely unaware of anything, suffering no effects whatsoever.

Finding nothing of value at the Crystal Point Market, after a casual stroll, she sought out Qiqi and Su Rou to head to the cafeteria together for lunch.

By the end of his words, the old man's body was trembling slightly, and those behind him had all heeded his command.

Just as she stepped out of the café, that eye-catching red sports car carved a flamboyant arc, drifted, and came to a halt right in front of her.

Wang Chuan leaped upward, springing out of the pit, and exerted force with both hands. The Bull Demon King suddenly felt the strength at the front of his blended-iron staff abruptly multiply, and then his body uncontrollably lifted into the air.