Eileen hurriedly stepped forward when she saw Faye. She helped her to sit and asked, "What happened? Are you crying?" "I feel awful," replied Faye as she leaned on the sofa lethargically. Eileen sat next to her and poured her a cup of tea. She said, "Tell me everything." Faye was silent for a long while before she said slowly, "He doesn't seem to like me anymore." "Wilbur? Why? How can you tell?" asked Eileen. Faye lowered her gaze. Her voice was as quiet as a mouse when she said, "He never takes the initiative. He would avoid me when I took the initiative. I don't know what's wrong. Is it because he doesn't like me anymore, or has he never liked me all this while?" Eileen sighed when she heard that. She said slowly, "I'm afraid you don't know him very well." Faye looked up to look at Eileen. She looked puzzled. Eileen passed the tea to Faye and said, "He seems fearless and decisive like he rules the world like a hero. But he's actually cowardly." "Cowardly?" Faye did
There were two whisky bottles on the coffee table. One was empty, and the other was almost finished. The coffee table was a mess. Eileen and Faye were asleep, cuddling on the sofa. Their nightgowns were basically see-through. He would see everything if they had not worn lingerie. They looked like a couple who had a wild night and were cuddling after the exhausting session. The sexy sight made Wilbur feel like he was going to get a nosebleed. The girls were hot with perfect bodies, and they were beautiful in their distinct way. Any man would go crazy for two beautiful women to cuddle like that. Wilbur left after sneaking a few more glances. Then, he fled after closing the door. He went back to his room, and he could not calm down. It was too seductive. He took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down. He shook his head and sat on the sofa helplessly. Suddenly, his phone rang. He hurriedly answered the call after he looked at the screen. "Nancy, how are
Perhaps he was unlucky or too unskilled. He gained nothing until late at night. He shook his head and put his fishing rod aside, and he went back to his room to rest. Wilbur would fish by the lakeside until it was late at night every evening. He stared at the float while sitting on the lakeside that evening. "I don't believe it. Is there no fish that would take the bait?" scolded Wilbur. Suddenly, Faye walked towards him in a casual outfit. She sat on the field. "Why are you scolding the fishes?" teased Faye. He sighed and replied, "It's been a few days, but no fish would take the bait. Faron made fun of me for that." "Perhaps there are no fish in the lake," she said. He asked, "How can this be? We see fish in the lake all the time, but why do they disappear when I'm fishing?" She laughed and quietly accompanied him. It had been a while since he spent time leisurely, and it felt quite nice to him. It was rare to spend time in peace and quiet. "I'm sorry," Wilb
Wilbur cried out upon sensing that his spiritual energy could not be used. He immediately threw a punch to intercept the sword strike. Yet just as their attacks were about to collide, a thin, jet-black sword appeared in the darkness behind Wilbur to stab him in the back. A gray figure appeared roughly a hundred meters from Wilbur. The figure whipped out a book, flipping to the first page. A brilliant bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, aiming for Wilbur's head. Wilbur was attacked three ways at once, putting him in grave danger. Just then, however, Wilbur let out a cry. He made a sharp turn with his body, dodging the thin sword, and threw another punch at the attack. The air rumbled loudly. The sword strike was crushed into rampant spiritual energy that flowed everywhere. The bolt of lightning, however, struck Wilbur directly and caused him to stumble. However, he turned around at once, launching another attack in the empty air in front of him. The air rip
A powerful force loomed over. At the same time, the elder turned to the second page of his book. The alluring lady smiled, disappearing into thin air. Wilbur let out a cry, his right fist lighting up with a red energy flame that he used to crush the sword shadows in the air. However, dozens of ice spears appeared above his head, shooting toward him with a freezing chill. This was another mid-tier spell, Piercing Spears. Wilbur cried out wildly, his body burning brightly with red energy flames to ward against the icy spears by force while he activated his spirit energy to detect where the lady was located. The ice spears exploded into rampant spiritual energy upon colliding against Wilbur's red flames, bringing about roaring winds. There were no signs of the lady's whereabouts. Wilbur furrowed his brows. This woman was truly powerful. She had literally hidden herself using her dimensional powers so that she could not be detected even through spirit energy. Just the
Wilbur's sword struck the Soul-Clutch Hand, exploding with spirit energy. The Soul-Clutch Hand was destroyed and crushed to pieces, and Wilbur's spirit energy sword also dissipated. The elder's expression shifted at the sight of the two jagged long swords. He flipped to the fourth page of his book, and a series of lightning bolts struck the jagged swords. The jagged long swords bounced backward from the attack, spinning through the air before landing with their blades buried in the ground. The elder got a shock as well. Just as Wilbur crushed the Soul-Clutch Hand, the blade of the thin, jet-black sword had broken through his skin and drew blood. Wilbur spun around at the very last second, throwing a punch behind him while aiming a kick at Baz. The thin sword slid across Wilbur's body, but that last punch had contained Dragon's energy, and the lady was forced to show herself once again, retreating several meters. The air nearby constricted too much, rendering the lady
Wilbur's current physical power was already terrifying enough. Runes appeared around his right hand as he reached out towards the thin sword. Three explosions sounded through the air at the same time as three screw bullets shot out toward the man holding the sword. One of Eileen's twin swords shot a ray of brilliant light into the air, destroying the thundercloud cloud while the other sword shot at the fleeing elder. Zeke and Chester both went on the offensive toward the lady and Baz. Yet they soon realized that their spiritual energy would mysteriously disappear as soon as they got close to the lady. Amidst their shock, they shifted their focus to Baz instead. Wilbur would be able to take down that lady on his own without any problem. A fierce battle broke out once again. Wilbur grabbed the lady's thin sword using his terrifying energy. A terrifying wave of energy radiated over, making the lady's expression shift. It was only through this interaction that the lad
Wilbur shouted at once, "Everyone stop!" Chester and Zeke retreated, fleeing the battlefield. Eileen stopped chasing after the elder as well, letting him go. Gertridge stood a safe distance from everyone else, gripping Faye tightly. The man with the sword, Baz, and the elder rushed over to the lady at once, standing in a line facing Wilbur. Wilbur was holding the lady's thin sword. He glanced at Gertridge coldly, before looking back at the lady. The lady's voice was dark. "I admit that my operation's failed. Let us go, and I promise Faye Yves will be freed safely." "That's your ultimate move?" Wilbur said coldly. The lady frowned. "Yes." Wilbur fell silent for a while, before asking, "Are you sure Gertridge isn't putting on an act, though?" "We have her brother. She'd never dare to do that," said the lady. "That explains the confidence, then," said Wilbur. "But I already knew about that. Gertridge told me herself." "What did you just say?" The lady widened her e