Chapter 39: Loosen This for Me Too

Qin Min, having been summoned, followed the faint sound of breathing to the door of the dressing room. Inside, besides Yun Fu, another distinctly masculine presence lingered, causing Qin Min’s eyes to darken. On the brink of mental collapse, the vicious dragon who relentlessly approached Yun Fu was the most detestable of all.

Qin Min did not enter immediately but raised his hand to knock gently on the dressing room door. “Fu Fu, are you ready? It’s almost time; we should be going.”

Well, that was the main reason he held back. Still, having consumed a quarter of his bodily reserves in one go, Zhao Qian was quite pleased, though unfortunately, there were no other Divine Realm cultivators nearby for him to draw from.

The prowess of a star player revealed itself with striking immediacy, capturing attention—passing, shooting, scoring.

Yet this time, after Zhu Tianpeng activated his Imperial Eye, he clearly saw what was truly happening.

With a loud “peng,” the cyan energy shield showed no abnormalities, only rippling gently across its surface.

“Captain Wu, you’re here! These barbarians are completely surrounded! This time, we cannot let them escape no matter what!” Upon seeing Captain Wu’s arrival, Song Fang immediately understood that the nearly fifty thousand Song soldiers he led had also arrived, and he exclaimed joyfully.

Dragon Fatty suddenly found the perfect excuse for his past laziness. It wasn’t that this deity feared hardship, fatigue, or death—it was simply that this world was too cruel to him. This thought brought him great comfort.

“I like this spirit. Follow me, and in one night, I can triple your strength!” The gray figure spoke slowly, admiring the great dragon’s unyielding resolve.

With a surge of profound and indescribable spiritual energy, a golden cloud appeared above Xuan Yue’s head inside the stone cave. Within this cloud, lightning snakes and electric dragons darted back and forth, playing as if in delight.

Turning to Mary, Kashu furrowed his brow slightly. The demon before him clearly was not joking; Mary was now serious and solemn, her eyes glancing at him once before shifting toward the distant horizon.

Unlike Shu Kingdom, Yindu had only two main meals a day—breakfast and dinner. Dinner usually began at three in the afternoon, marking the end of the day’s meals. Those hungry at night could have a late-night snack.

Seeing this, Shi Yao and Shui Yue swiftly dodged with agility. Sure enough, someone was inside, and traps had been set.

Even if Bast University hadn’t emailed her, he would have found a way to keep her in Beijing or London.

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were daring; their camp was less than five miles from the village under Yellow Turban control.

Thunder roared again as dozens of lightning bolts, each as thick as an arm, screamed down, striking the fiery curtain once more.

Even more impressive—after eating his fill, he fell asleep right away, holding Guansu in his arms.

“This has nothing to do with Cold Water Monkey,” Hu Chengliang naturally discerned the teasing tone in Chen Mo’s words but wasn’t bothered, instead replying with a serious expression.

Lu Duan’s horn had long retracted, but the bloodstains atop his head were shocking—burnt scars that even miraculous elixirs couldn’t conceal. His long whiskers were all singed, making him appear older and more haggard.

Then the radical netizens bombarded Zeng Qiuyun’s Weibo comments, leaving no room for explanation. Public opinion overwhelmingly turned against her, forcing Zeng Qiuyun to temporarily close her comment section.

Watching Shui Xizhi’s mood shift from joy to gloom, Shi Yao felt as if something had painfully stabbed her heart.

Yet undeniably, Song Xiaodong’s attitude made Zheng Shue’er somewhat reassured that Song Xiaodong at least did not intend to toy with Lu Yaobing.