Chapter 37: What Are You Hiding?

In the semi-enclosed corridor, the faint, sweet scent of pheromones hit the sentinels like rain after a long drought. They inhaled the fragrance with near-ravenous intensity, many convinced they were hallucinating. How else could a guide’s pheromones possibly appear in a place like this? It seemed so absurd that even when the sentinels were certain of the scent’s origin, they struggled to believe it was real.

Xiao Yu gazed at Xia Qianrui not far away, dressed in a flight attendant’s uniform and black stockings, and clicked his tongue. If he guessed correctly, she must be accompanying her classmates to a party.

Ditaler Thames’s gaze shifted from Lolo to Mu, following him with every movement.

They had traveled for so long that, having finally found this city, Ye Luo could not afford to bypass it.

As expected, for an occasion like this meeting, wearing her tactical armor, the "Calorite," was most appropriate—majestic, beautiful, and imposing.

There were only a handful of master array formations in the world, though each was infinitely complex and ever-changing.

Hou Bufan, charging toward the front lawn with his shotgun, saw the off-road vehicle rushing from the gate and halted, immediately raising his weapon toward the approaching car.

"The seed of the Tree of Wisdom," Mu said, hiding nothing from him. He then explained, "I didn't actually solve the Sphinx’s riddle; I moved it from another perspective, so it granted me this reward as an exception." He then recounted all that had transpired in the Mystery Universe to Dexter.

At this moment, Wan Miao had already vaulted from the pitch-black brush to behind a rock on the side, raising his gun to aim at the dark hillside ahead.

With that, the members of the three ancient families exchanged glances, their figures gradually fading away into nothingness.

Consequently, the Airosia Knights received orders to prepare for the tournament. Although they knew the competition was approaching, few had expected the schedule to be moved forward. Moreover, it would not be limited to the Airosia Knights alone; many from other nations would be participating as well.

Upon hearing the news, he frowned slightly. The Divine Code could not be defied; while obtaining the Phoenix Nirvana Heart Sutra was a immense stroke of fortune, practicing it risked bringing about total annihilation.

Yang Guanling felt a sharp pain in her stomach, noticing that the man holding her had skin as cold as ice, scented with a faint floral fragrance.

Ye Chuxia had been lying on her bed for half a day; she felt no desire to get up, nor did she want to eat anything.

"I like it. Let’s go, let's head out and have some fun. I don't have anything to do today." Seeing Qiu Ning’s happy expression, his own mood lightened considerably, despite the many troubles he had faced lately.

Captain You held his gun, speaking to himself with a hint of reluctance: "This gun was something I captured on the battlefield back when I was a company commander."

Luo Heng nodded; treating his father was the priority. He hurried to say, "Follow me this way," and led Qingcheng to the bedside.

Madam Jiang, already feeling faint, was shaken back and forth by Mrs. Jiang until she was dizzy and unable to speak.

The orange light seemed to cast a hazy, ethereal glow over Wei Feng, making her already exquisite beauty seem otherworldly.

The figures who suddenly appeared were all well-trained, dressed in uniform attire, and even their movements with their swords were perfectly synchronized.

One had to remember that the runic power within the Runic Ring was depleted, and Dong Ze was in urgent need of a large quantity of runestones to replenish it.

The crisp, subtle sound of footsteps drew closer. Scotland looked up and saw a graceful silhouette slowly emerge from the darkness and into the moonlight.

Although Qiong Xiao’s question seemed casual, Gu Shaoyang sensed from her tone and expression that she was, in fact, quite anxious.

She frowned, then smiled faintly, then took on a cold and stern look; in that single moment, a whirlwind of emotions played across her brow.