প্রথম খণ্ড অধ্যায় তেতাল্লিশ: সুন্দরী স্ত্রী ও রূপবতী উপপত্নী আমার আয়ত্তে

রুপalisha silver-like shine was dazzling and piercing. It cut through the air, stirring up powerful shockwaves that pushed outward to both sides.

Hearing the words of the faceless man, my stomach instantly churned. It was too twisted and perverted. Although people could theoretically excise the flesh from their own faces with the help of anesthetics or hemostatic drugs, I still felt it was practically impossible, let alone eating one's own flesh? Even the most deranged person in the world could never do such a thing, right?

Zhou Jing forcibly suppressed the urge to stay behind, waved goodbye to Yan Zhi, and led his people away.

Handing a few bottles of ordinary auction-grade medicinal pills to Karinsi, Shang Hao saw the two of them off.

This was no face at all; it was clearly just a facial skin, though it had been exceptionally well-preserved without decaying, and had been fitted over a skull, which was why it appeared like a face.

"I can give you ten gold coins right now, and more will be added every day from now on. As for shares or anything like that, there's really no need." Nie Xuan didn't place much value on shares; he was merely playing a game. Getting them would be nice, but it didn't matter if he didn't. Easy money was easy money anyway.

"Help the fourth young master up, and get some medicine to bandage his wounds." Even though she was reluctant to make such arrangements, what fault did the child have? Remembering how affectionate Zuo Geer had usually been toward her, she sighed deeply in her heart, turned around, and walked straight back without lingering.

Feng Wan's wide-open eyes met his phoenix-like gaze. As their eyes locked, his pupils grew increasingly profound, the crimson tint within them intensifying, while the rosy flush on his pure white face deepened as well.

At that moment, apart from the mistress and her maid, there was no one else in the room. This was Xie Lingyun's deliberate arrangement, as she wanted to hear Qiuyan's honest reasons for not accompanying her to the Prince Jian Manor, and thus she had sent Qing'er, Qiaofeng, and the others outside.

Then, to my surprise, I found a set of tools I had previously bought for repairing mobile phones inside a drawer. With practiced ease, I dismantled the phone, and finally inserted a chip resembling a mobile SIM card directly into the device's body.

These space-faring equipment items, which even ordinary mortals could use, thus fell into the hands of Rogers and Stark.

On the island, the battle slaves trained by the Holy Fire Sect could still manage to fight a few drowning ghosts; but once they entered the water, in less than the time it takes to burn half a stick of incense, those battle slaves were torn to shreds by the drowning ghosts, staining the sea red with blood as scraps of iron armor floated upon the waves.

The original completion date for the Hansha High-Speed Railway was next year—October 2002—in order to meet the operational requirements. Thus, at least by around March 2002, it needed to satisfy the conditions for joint debugging and testing. Seen in this light, the construction schedule had been brought forward by nearly a full year.

Having lived in the capital for a long time and working in a crucial government department, even a regular clerk like Lin Yanran would see countless things, and her temperament would naturally transform accordingly.

Just like how they happened to have a member of the Celeto family over on their side right now—namely, Beverly. Such a situation existed among all major factions, which was truly perilous.

Beneath him, Ye Liuli could not help but let out a sharp cry, her hands immediately wrapping tightly around Yu Nan as she pressed her head desperately against his chest.

"Indeed!" Chu Shaochen nodded silently, feeling profound empathy. Over the past year or more, he had watched Mingyue encounter danger time and again, yet the reasons behind those perils were utterly absurd—merely harboring a suspicion that one might be an ancient martial artist.

Hearing this, Lu Hong could not help but nod slightly. The difference between mortal sects and aristocratic families and the realms inhabited by immortals lay precisely in this: the former desperately tried to preserve themselves while pursuing expansion, whereas the latter knew no boundaries, forming a realm of blessed paradise unto themselves.

However, given Rogers' immense strength, Magneto did not take him seriously at all. To him, brute force was the most meaningless thing; those metal constructs could effortlessly bind the bodies of such muscle-bound fighters, stripping away the devastating power of close-range explosions completely.

Today, Da Shi was in exceptionally good form, running neck-and-neck with the Flying Liu through the initial barriers. Yet, Liu's athletic prowess was undeniably a cut above the rest, his superb hurdle-clearing technique allowing him to sail smoothly over barrier after barrier.

Handing a glass of red wine to Liu Yu, Marley cast a resentful glance at Liu Yu, who was pretending nothing had happened.

Even Lu Tingrong, the Governor-General of Magic City, had to show deference to the Song family, and even Sha Poyun, the supreme commander of Jiangnan Dao, held a certain wariness toward them.

Meng Chen observed for a long time before exclaiming joyfully, "Could this be the interstellar cube! We're saved! Luochen, we're saved!" As she spoke, she actually scooped up Luochen in an embrace of sheer ecstasy.

Hearing Miao Qingyun's words, Chen Feng—whose eyes had previously turned blood-red with killing intent—hooked the corners of his mouth into a bloodthirsty, chilling smile, casting a playful and mocking gaze toward Jun Ao'han and the others.

The profound exhaustion visible on his face made Bai Yan's heart ache faintly. She walked over, sat down beside him, and reached out to touch his hand once more.

The sword lotus was indestructible, annihilating all things upon contact, yet within the painting-bound realm of rivers and mountains, under the ceaseless onslaught, the power of the sword lotus was continuously worn down, its brilliant radiance gradually showing signs of dimming.

He Xv could block it once or twice, but could not fend off nine or ten times. The ultimate limit of its counter-parrying was also being silently tallied in its mind.

"No, why is there the aura of my Azure Wolf clan on your body?" the Azure Wolf Star Lord immediately questioned with suspicion.

Thinking of the family's punishments—tortures of every conceivable variety, each designed to torment a person to the absolute extreme without granting the mercy of immediate death—Roland trembled uncontrollably.