Chapter 65: Why Didn't It Bite Her to Death?

Even if it were non-venomous, being bitten by it would still be fatal!

Feng Wanqing hid behind her, too terrified to move an inch.

Su Xiaoyun hastily stood up, her gaze falling upon a clothes-drying pole not far away.

She walked over briskly, picked up the pole, and used it to prod the snake on the bed.

Then, she flung it straight to the floor!

Staring at the snake on the ground with a look of lingering fear and worrying that it might crawl toward her, she slowly stepped back.

"Xiaoyun, be careful."

The car headed toward the highway. True to expectations, traffic on the road was sparse, and the taxi sailed through a succession of green lights, stopping promptly at the main gate of Jinghua University exactly twenty minutes later.

Caught off guard, Lin Yu was knocked flat onto the ground. Fortunately, Sun Simeng stepped in front of her just in time, sparing Lin Yu from further embarrassment.

"Who on earth are you? If I were to deal with you myself, do you realize you wouldn't even have a burial place!" Great Priest Xin Yuekui vented all her lingering fury entirely upon him.

Wearing a red-collared suit and bearing a scar on the right side of his face, he puffed on a cigar. The aura radiating from his entire being was as volatile as a volcano on the verge of erupting.

High up in the sky, after circling a few times, the massive purple snake suddenly let out a crisp, low cry, then plunged downward without a moment's hesitation straight toward that mass of red and green flames.

Without standing on ceremony, Qin Yusheng swept them all directly into his Mountain Ghost Pearl, while Bai Ningxuan had already left behind a multitude of various marks belonging to the White Lotus Sect within the Golden Snake Fortress.

Tossing the ice cubes around in his hand, Hilda and the others felt that Zhang Xuan was going a bit too far. A Lord God's strength—the Ninth Sense and the Tenth Sense—was only one level apart from the Eighth Sense and two levels apart from the Seventh Sense. It wasn't that big of a gap.

From this day onward, Shen Jianxin began inquiring about the whereabouts of An Lushan, vowing to stop and search any obese man who entered the city.

Furthermore... the withered leaves and rotting branches were far too light, and he hadn't deliberately manipulated them to devour them... yet those fallen leaves and dead twigs visibly vanished the very moment they fell.

Qin Yusheng didn't even need to make a move; a strand of Nine-Sun internal energy automatically dispersed, instantly reducing all those demons to ashes that drifted away into the night.

Pandì hadn't done anything that would provoke the wrath of both gods and men; she had merely created an item, and this creation had inadvertently triggered Zhaodi's sense of crisis.

Xie Hongyu began a drastic and thorough reorganization. Those who had previously been close to Cheng Yang and Si Yun and held important positions were quietly stripped of most of their power, not even sparing Elder Zhou Shen, the man who had concocted that miraculous medicinal soup.

No one knew what method the Lich Amenar had used, but Muen seemed to vaguely perceive his intent, as if he were declaring that he was merely safeguarding his master's treasures.

Therefore, Yuan Zixia had dragged Bai Yuqing into the scheme, needing Bai Yuqing's Longevity Sword to kill people for her.

Upon this platform, hundreds of pale golden beams of light poured down, and within each beam stood a living creature.

Ever since meeting Young Master Tang, however, Zhaodi always felt as though she had forgotten something.

It was as if he could already foresee the end of Shuming being executed. This was a monumental contribution, and naturally, he did not want to miss out on what he regarded as an easy opportunity to achieve greatness, even though within the Three Yin Hall, their positions could already be said to have reached the very top.

It's just sprouting a bit more fur... But we think it's very likely they might grow an extra tail as well, and maybe even cat ears. Uh—stop! We mustn't keep thinking about this, or we'll end up imagining some truly bizarre forms.

Hearing what Fu Rongyue said, as if she were witnessing such a scene for the very first time, Fu Yiqi tightened his grip on her hand. "Rongyue, don't let go of my hand, you hear me?" Fu Yiqi worried that some uncontrollable changes might occur shortly after, for the unknown was always the most dangerous.

On this day, Li Chenglong had nothing to do and took stock of his gains in this world, as well as the path he should take in the future.