Chapter 118: A Beautiful Woman Can Walk with Confidence

The remark felt uncomfortably like an interloper taking over a nest. Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, she let out a long, weary sigh, rubbed her temples, and dragged He Zheyu’s belongings inside from the doorway.

No sooner had she set the suitcase down than the water stopped. The door swung open, and He Zheyu emerged, draped only in a bath towel around his waist, barefoot. Since Mo Qinghan had only moved in today, she had only purchased the bare essentials.

Seeing him bare-chested, Mo Qinghan felt a flush of maidenly shyness rise to her cheeks. Even though they had already crossed that line, being this exposed still unsettled her, and she turned her face away.

"Achoo! Achoo!" He Zheyu sneezed repeatedly.

The scent of food wafting through the air stirred his appetite, and his stomach let out a hungry growl.

Moreover, the fact that they could beat the hyenas so soundly proved they were incredibly powerful Dao-Negators, even if the hyenas had seemed pathetic compared to Hua Zhijie and Yu Mengling.

When she left the Qianqing Palace yesterday, Huang Wei had promised that a boat would be waiting at the pier early in the morning, yet she scanned the area to no avail, finding no familiar faces.

Demolition experts were truly ruthless; a few simple explosions could cause casualties on a massive scale.

Although Jiang Banxia dressed as a man, her natural, alluring beauty meant she always provoked excessive flights of fancy, even in male attire.

Taking the handkerchief, which still held the warmth of the other person, Qiao Shi'an wiped the oil stains off her clothes with slow, deliberate movements, sighing with annoyance.

Yang Rui asked, wondering inwardly how Deng Mei, who had supposedly been kidnapped by the Zaka armed organization, could be here—and what to make of that tank.

He did not know how to voice his premonitions; he was merely a servant, and no one would believe him even if he spoke.

Although the Big Fragrant Pig had successfully promoted to a transcendent beast and gained its second innate ability—the olfactory sense—its life remained unchanged. Apart from acting as a mount for Gou Fuigui, it spent its days eating and sleeping.

Seeing her about to leave, Pei Bin felt a bit awkward and hurriedly stepped forward to block her path, chattering away in her ear with the air of an old friend.

In the second match, An Ming picked Donghuang Taiyi. True to his goal of causing trouble early on, he and Yin Yin crouched in the brush by the enemy's blue buff.

"In other words, Bai Qiong's primary consciousness once went there looking for her?" Feng Yi confirmed.

Hearing her sister say it was Zhi Zhi, Ye Zeqi still felt a trace of doubt, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, alright, don't be so discouraged. There is always a way out. Our priority now is to capture the Gale Beast; we can deal with everything else later." Seeing the atmosphere turn awkward, Fang Kui quickly changed the subject.

Although he had rested for a while, it had been of little use. While his physical condition was not critical, he was far from recovered.

Seeming to sense Ye Qingqing's dissatisfaction, Ye Zeqi did not look back and continued walking toward the living room.

He still did not resort to new tactics; black and white light continued to flicker between his hands. Completely ignoring Feihuo's magic, he met the pouncing Black Qilin head-on, throwing a fierce right hook that collided with his opponent in a brutal display of brute force.

However, Yin, who was following behind him, suddenly recalled the look in his eyes earlier. *Oh, that was strange.* If she didn't know he was talking about the Dark Night, she might have actually thought he was talking about her.

"Since you are so confident, show me exactly what you are capable of," the Ethereal Venerable said, holding a sword in one hand and forming a seal with the other as he watched Luan.

Su Mei’s elegant brows furrowed tightly. She knew Yi Xiaoyue was acting strangely and wondered if she had eaten something she shouldn't have in the dense forest, or if she had encountered something she herself could not explain.

"Ugh, you lot are too slow. I’m not playing with you anymore." With that, the young master turned away with a cool air.

Only when he felt the Empress stop sobbing beneath him did the Emperor finally cease his movements. As their bodies parted, a soft "pop" echoed, and a few drops of translucent liquid splattered onto the Empress’s naked thighs.