Chapter 83: Undressing Once More

After Leaving the Mountain, the Powerful Celestial Master Was Forced to Marry Little Wine 1342 words 2026-02-09 12:56:25

Di Yunshen swallowed hard, repeatedly reminding himself to stay rational—rational! He mustn’t get excited; if he did, he might just lose control. After Su Qingli finished changing, she came out and gave him a pat.
“Di Yunshen, what are you doing? Playing dead?”
It took Di Yunshen quite a while to react. “Li—Li’er…”

Only the face remained. Zhao Zhen’s face, left uncovered by the wind’s restraints so he could breathe freely, was being relentlessly assaulted. The slaps cracked sharply against his skin, and his beard, now thick as cotton, was full of dust and clinging debris.
He was actually hiding right beneath Xu Wuyou’s feet—how could Xu Wuyou not have noticed him?
That’s right; Nintendo’s very first console wasn’t the well-known FC. The FC was merely the most successful generation. Long before the FC, Nintendo had already started making consoles.
A faint wisp of fire curled around his fingertips, then suddenly darted toward the central block of spirit-infused ice, licking at its surface.

“Hmm?” N2 glanced over in confusion, only to see a perfectly round head eerily floating in midair, its eyes glowing with a strange light.
Yama, the King of Hell—the name “Yama” is a transliteration from Sanskrit, originally meaning “to bind,” specifically to bind the wicked. That is his law: for the evil, he offers only a sliver of hope for survival, but never enough punishment. Would such a band of malicious spirits truly devote themselves to good to atone for their sins?
He took a deep breath, the current in his body surging violently with the motion, and the light in his pupils grew ever brighter, like twin stars piercing the darkness.
As everyone snapped back to their senses, they couldn’t help but gasp, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.
The moment the azure light struck, the legion commander’s ocular data stream swiftly vanished. His body twisted as he raised his right arm; his mechanical hand opened and clenched, angling to grasp the blue beam. Standing perfectly still, he caught the blow with astonishing ease.
After much deliberation, he decided to avoid Erica and discuss countermeasures with the rest of his teammates.
“I’m there already. All you need to do is keep digging up dirt for me,” Ruan Shisu said. Before she could finish, Mi Yan snatched the phone away and tossed it aside.
Years later, she returned once more, now as Gu Qingzhi’s mother. To say she wasn’t nervous would be a lie.
The traffic officer was just about to express his relief that all luxury car owners seemed to know each other, but upon hearing this, he realized it was actually the violator who needed something from the other driver.
Li Sanna shot her older brother a strange look. But on reflection, she figured Li Mingqi probably hadn’t exaggerated much.

Meng Yao saw him come out and handed him another bowl of tea. Ming Chen took it and sipped instinctively.
With a soft sigh, Ling Jiuxuan felt a fire ignite within him. He couldn’t wait to practice the mental cultivation technique and test its results.
“A level 5 demon spirit! You’re not seeing things. That big guy before you—the size of a city bus—is a level 5 demon spirit. In other words, you can’t win. Run while you still can,” Buzhou said.
The burly man sprawled carelessly in his chair, grabbed a pastry from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. After two chews, he spat it out with a disgruntled “Ptooey!” and, grabbing the teacup, rinsed his mouth before spitting the rinse water all over the floor without the slightest concern for decorum.
Caught completely off guard, An Qi was slapped hard across the face by Zhong Yi.
“Qingqing, I’m so glad you’re alright!” Li Yaoyao and Mo Ling’er were overjoyed to see her.
“I’m going too!” Yang Yiyan blurted out. She had waited so many years for the truth; now that it was within reach, she couldn’t possibly stay put. Even if it was a trap, she had to face it.
The corpse-faced hag showed no anger at Old Baotou’s refusal. Instead, she turned to Song Junhe and signaled. Song Junhe immediately stepped forward, and only then did I notice that he was carrying a leather suitcase.