Chapter 79: Speckled Marks

This soft, languid tone startled everyone inside the house, making them shudder.
“So you’re the newcomer, aren’t you? Come here, I have something to tell you.”
The feeling of a beautiful serpent must be like this—at first, she lulls you into letting your guard down, making you believe she’s harmless. Then, in a sudden, lethal strike, you are caught completely off guard.
“Why are you so frightened? I’m not some monster that eats people. Come, let me take a good look at you. You remind me of someone… someone who was a friend of mine…”
A sudden sadness swept over her, and the mood shifted swiftly. As if she truly had a confidant, someone who could stay safely in this house, and that person was only...
Li Hao tentatively agreed to Jiang Tenglong over the phone, deciding to wait and see the detailed arrangements. If his schedule allowed, attending wouldn’t be much trouble.
“I’m going on a business trip to the Bahamas. I intend to purchase a private island, so I’ll need you two to help review the contract.” Li Hao smiled gently at them.
“Hahaha, this world will change because of this game. You two will be written into history. I’m just a monk who switched careers midway, not a true technical expert,” Mo Fan said with a smile.
“There is no second path. You must remember, never reveal your identity as the inheritor of the Soul-Capturing Demon Sect. The hope for its resurgence rests on your shoulders,” the old monk admonished.
“Chairman Li, hello, hello.” With Yuan Mingfeng’s introduction, Tang Jiaxun stepped forward to shake Li Hao’s hand. Just Li Hao’s appearance alone made some of the proud authors in the live stream reluctantly submit.
At this moment, the “Golden Cage” was empty, and the law enforcement elder could only sigh and recite a spell, withdrawing the magical artifact.
“I’m quite satisfied with your experiment results. Shall we have a meal together? By the way, how is the environment here? Anything that needs improving?” Mo Fan asked.
After pondering for a while, Ye Xian finally spoke slowly, having weighed his words carefully.
Meanwhile, in the Sword Soldier’s domain—the Stone Soldier Eight Formation—sword soldiers and bowmen continued to battle their opponents, spear soldiers and cavalry.
Su Hang curled up as Li Chuan carried her into the bathroom. After a simple rinse, he handed her some clothes to change into.
It was precisely because of their lifelong habits that they became intimately familiar with every subtle change in the places they could reach. Whether it was rainfall, tiny environmental shifts, traces of desert beasts’ migration, or seasonal temperature changes—and especially the changes in the oasis.
For several days in a row, as Tang Ercheng made mud bricks, the villagers gathered curiously to watch.
“Yes,” An Cheng and An Chun answered in unison, then slowly backed out. No one saw whether An Mei, stuck to her wet nurse like twisted candy, could actually be carried away.
That was the twelfth Divine Demon Hall, occupied by a powerful figure at the first stage of the Dao Ancestor realm. That battle was astonishing—even Han Lang’s eyes showed a hint of shock.
Gao Shimu’s beautiful eyes fixed on the Ford behind our car. She glared at me and said, “Zhang Cheng, why is it that every time I go out with you, something happens? You’re so annoying.”
An Cheng asked herself, whether in her past life or this one, those two words had little to do with her. It was the first time someone had praised her like this, and not knowing how to respond, she could only smile, lips pressed together.
Since Zhao Qin and I had already agreed beforehand, when I was stopped, Zhao Qin didn’t pause but continued following Xie Mingyun inside.
Another reason was simply that I’d been too exhausted lately, and hadn’t even rested properly.
I ignored her and instead silently watched the Ford behind us. After some thought, I suddenly slowed down; as I did, the Ford drew closer. My heart tightened, and I quietly gripped the gun inside the car, ready for anything.
Dongfang Yunlie answered without hesitation, making Feng Qin Yu’s heart tremble and leaving her with a trace of disappointment.
Han Xiao knew he was worried for her, so she did not refuse his help. Not long after, Zhuo Fengyi arrived by imperial order. Han Xiao said, “Brother Zhuo, thank you for your hard work.” Zhuo Fengyi was very courteous in response, repeatedly insisting he dared not accept the praise.