Chapter 65: Who Exactly Did She Paint?

Since they were still at the Luo residence, Han Sen planned to take a trip to the Asura clan, so he wanted to leave ahead of time and have his mother stay behind at the Luo residence to keep Luo Haitang company. This was also Luo Lan's own wish.

As time passed, words failed them, leaving only silent tears. Seeing this scene, the disciples returning from outside could not help but redden their eyes, unable to bear to interrupt.

Shen Yan's indulgence toward Pei Xiangdong was intended to grant him sufficient cultivation and trust so that he could gradually shoulder the heavy responsibilities of the Great Xia Royal Army and the auxiliary forces, while Shen Yan himself would carve out more time to focus on deploying relevant matters for Wuzhou Prefecture.

Tao Yue had no intention of blaming them. The Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox was a top-tier great demon whose power could match even that of the superior dragons. Ordinary members aside, even if their leader were present here, turning the tide would likely prove difficult.

Therefore, on the court, one must be able to run, fight for the ball, and pass effectively. At first glance, this sounds like a rather basic concept, much like what a physical education teacher would say during a middle school basketball class: you need stamina.

"Are you certain you wish to accept this duel?" Standing nearby, Wu Fan finally could not help but ask the Tenth Generation.

The man in gray refused to let the matter drop, but seeing that the chessboard was already in disarray and could no longer be continued, he simply shook his head.

Yet, after all, he still wanted to listen further and did not wish to cut short the conversation among these three. However, for them to call him a fool was truly audacious. On second thought, though, whether they called a fool a bald fox had nothing to do with him whatsoever.

In this aspect, Arthur found the opening brilliantly! Utilizing the rhythm gap of the defense, he placed the ball directly into Faried's hands! The latter comfortably laid the ball straight through the net, then pointed his index finger at Arthur.

It was fortunate that Shen Fengchun's connections reached the heavens; there was nothing in Nanzhou that escaped his knowledge! Otherwise, Shen Yi would truly have been in deep trouble.

The magical servant copied the clues witnessed before its eyes and scattered the information throughout the Poker Club.

Of course, unlike ordinary bandits, they were righteous outlaws. On the one hand, they sought to protect their homeland; on the other hand, they fought against evil forces.

Covering an area of over thirty mu, the ninety-two-story building was not the tallest in Guanghai City, yet it was fully equipped with diverse conference rooms, restaurants, swimming pools, cafes, sports rooms, indoor sun beaches, tropical rainforests, and ice slides. It was a luxury hotel frequented by Guanghai City's nobility for consumption, leisure, and even long-term residence.

She said this not out of vanity, nor from fear of others knowing she had been dumped by Huo Wushang, but because she knew that once Xiaoying was told the truth of the matter, the latter would definitely stand up for her.

Of course, the most crucial aspect was her curiosity regarding the Guanyin of the South China Sea and everything concerning the South China Sea. Understanding the situation of the South China Sea might just prove immensely helpful to her several masters! At the same time, she was well aware of her masters' "choices," which was why she also wished to visit Mount Huaguo to see what it truly looked like.

Wright, who always assumed the best of people, still failed to grasp the situation, scratching his head with a thoroughly perplexed expression.

Strange, what important matter could possibly make him rush off to report to the Great Grandpa Sea King in such a state?

In reality, however, the number of supreme-tier divine abilities was far too scarce—vastly fewer than the number of supreme-tier powerhouses.

This set of sword techniques was even stranger; due to the curved design, the visual length of the sword appeared shorter than its actual size. For opponents who had never encountered it before, it was exceptionally difficult to guard against during offense and defense.

Wind Spirit prompt: Exchange for two compulsory slave contracts, consuming two hundred units of Heaven and Earth elemental force. Exchange successful.

The eagle-eyed, burly man spoke, casting a glance at Hong Linfeng, who had just ordered a bowl of plain noodles and was eating quietly, and smiled contemptuously. The look in his eyes—deeming Hong Linfeng far too frail—could not have been more obvious.

Seeing the peculiar look Li Yu was casting her, Li Xiu ning naturally understood what was going on in his mind. She gave him a sidelong glance of disdain and ignored his strange expression.

About five or six seconds later, beneath the transport helicopter—identified by Amon as an American-made P-12 model—fifteen figures with parachutes slowly drifted down. Meanwhile, near the red curtain of light on the ground below, Amon and the other two were already locked in fierce combat with the two raiding ghouls.

Instantly, the bodies of the black-and-white sisters were forced to bend deeply under the overwhelming pressure of Kaneki's suddenly surging kagune.

Zhang Huichun's explanation had been rather chaotic, but Ye Shanghan managed to gather the gist: Zhang Huichun was an outcast disciple of Ye Changsheng.

imperceptibly, with their sleeping quarters as the core, seventy to eighty percent of the entire company had gathered around. Although the others had not crowded close, their voices were lowered to a whisper, clearly paying close attention to the conversation here.

Li Yu discovered that among so many spiritual herbs, there were not a single one of the few medicinal ingredients found on Earth, which only deepened his confusion.

After past wars, dead battle horses were handled differently depending on the season. In winter, they could be preserved for a month or two, but in summer, lacking any proper preservation methods, people could only watch helplessly as vast amounts of meat rotted away, utterly powerless to stop it.

Emperor Chuluo did not know it, but his self-consolation was remarkably accurate—the former Princess Yicheng and the present Yang Yuanyuan were truly no longer ordinary mortals.

"When I'm not around, nobody is even here to cheer you up, right?" Ding Qiangwei said with triumphant smugness.

Perhaps due to his inner tension, the fat man had blurted out the word "guide," thereby acknowledging that Cao Wuhao was his master and that he and Cao Yusen shared the same lineage.

"This is Xu Anmo, a friend who brought me back. He's the CEO of a major corporation, just back from America," Zhao Liying said with a beaming smile.

Ma Mei felt a pang in her heart, staring blankly at his retreating figure. She stretched out her hand as if wanting to call out, but no words came. Watching Xu Anmo's figure disappear around the corner inside the door, a sudden wave of sorrow washed over her, and she collapsed onto the sofa, weeping bitterly, as helpless as an abandoned child.

Putting down the phone, Bai Zezhen felt even worse. Her mind was a complete blank; she simply had no idea what could possibly have happened in just these few short days. A random sentence suddenly popped into her head: the red tulips she bought that day hadn't even been given to her yet.