Chapter 61

Besides, at least in Leng Bingbing's eyes, Wei Su didn't seem much like those second-generation wealthy or official heirs.

After a couple of days of practice, he had also grown accustomed to the changes in his body's flexibility and speed, and thus, he could finally venture out into the world with peace of mind.

At this moment, a faint flush lingered on Xiao Chen's face, making her look as if she were slightly intoxicated by wine.

Li Shuyi's expression turned somewhat grim; this Prince Richard seemed to have a rather thorough understanding of awakened individuals.

Although King Kong was not human, he and King Kong shared a bond of life and death, and their affection for one another was exceptionally deep.

Here, Ellie Qi was finally able to reach a stalemate, but on the other side, the encirclement of Casares was already yielding initial results.

Therefore, with 40 points of basic strength, Li Shuyi would be able to immediately equip any suitable gear she encountered in the future, eliminating any concerns about equipment not meeting her requirements.

"What a damn, total mess!" a muscular youth directly shoved the interview microphone to one side and cursed angrily at the top of his lungs.

Aside from roaring in rage and raising his shield, Skeleton Monarch Eric Moore could do nothing else. He could only watch helplessly as those spitting flames gradually extinguished in the sky, and then patch after patch of black specks rained down upon his grand army.

The soldier nodded, yet no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn't relax in Jia Rong's presence. Habits formed over a long period could not be altered so easily.

Wang Yifan dropped the telephone and sat numbly on the leather sofa at home. Gazing at the empty surroundings, a sense of unprecedented loneliness gripped his heart.

An eight-and-a-half-meter box truck closely followed and came to a halt. Several burly men swung open the rear doors and shouted for everyone to start grabbing handy weapons from inside.

Han Biao hoisted the red-eyed fox's neck with his left hand, and with a back-elbow strike from his right, smashed it squarely into the knee that the red-eyed fox had just raised. A crisp "crack!" echoed out. The red-eyed fox's mouth opened wide, but as a person who rightfully should have screamed in agony, he couldn't even force out a single breath.

Liang Yun killed two disciples of the Wind Hall and also halted his actions. Yang Jian and Song Heran likewise furrowed their brows, looking toward the source of the noise.

Constantly, cavalrymen were knocked down from their horses, yet the rolling iron cavalry behind them, upon seeing their comrades fall, resolutely drove their steeds forward to slaughter. On such a battlefield, falling from a horse equated to death. Although the Xiongnu had left the vast grasslands, their riding skills had not diminished.

Upon hearing this, Wu Chun's expression tightened, and a closer look would reveal his face twitching slightly. This time, Wu Chun did not intend to let his younger sister know his identity, if for no other reason than to prevent any unexpected accidents, especially with so many other chosen ones present. Facing the person dearest to him, Wu Chun had to be exceedingly cautious.

Entering the city, Zhang Zhao was equally stunned by the sight before him. The bustling market was no less vibrant than Pengcheng; not only that, but the rows of brand-new houses lining both sides of the road were neat and orderly, delivering a tremendous visual impact. From a single glimpse one could judge the whole, and the look he cast toward Jia Rong now held a trace of reverence.

However, these flying daggers did not shoot toward me; instead, they all landed around me, embedding themselves into the floor tiles before gradually dissipating, leaving the ground riddled with dense holes.

Lü Bu was momentarily stunned, whispering the term "Basicspear Techniques" to himself a few times. His originally tightly furrowed brow gradually smoothed out, and a knowing smile surfaced on his face.

Just the few words before the chapter felt as though my heart were being hammered by a mallet, aching fiercely. This was him, these were his words! In that coffee shop, he had asked me to wait for him two more weeks.

Yet one day in the demon realm was equivalent to one year in the mortal world; she had bitterly lingered here for a full eight months, even giving birth to their child all alone.

Although disturbances echoed from all around, the outcome was already sealed, and another fifty-one ghosts from the Ghost Gate of Hell had gone to report to the Underworld River. They had come to intercept and kill Jiang Wuxiong, and to avoid alerting the enemy, Zongyang had specially stationed Yuan Ben and Wu Crow on the perimeter, bringing only Chong Chong into the trap.

A trace of a smile hovered at the corners of Hua Yurong's lips—neither truly cold nor warm. At this moment, no one could guess what she was thinking.

Di closed his eyes once more, adjusted his somewhat chaotic breathing, and took a deep breath in his heart. After confirming that his various nerves had returned to normal, he slowly opened his eyes.

If the heavens had any eyes, they should send her another mechanic. Anyway, transmigrating with one is already doing it, two isn't too many, and three is just right.

"When can I get my clothes back?" Ye Qingcheng had no mood to joke with him; instead, she gazed at him with a deadpan, serious expression.

In the music box of my living room, there was only this single song. Over and over again, just this one.

Qin Shang was lowering her head to brew tea when she suddenly heard these words. The teapot slipped from her hand, crashing into the tea tray, and boiling hot water splashed onto her slender, flawless jade hand, instantly raising a bright red patch on the back of her hand.

Ning Weiguo remained silent at the moment; he didn't much want people in a public place to know his relationship with Ning Xin. Firstly, it was to ensure Ning Xin's safety, and secondly, Song Decheng had already hurried forward to greet them.

A figure drifted out from the coffin—it was a tremendously sturdy man, precisely the soul of Immortal General Hongtian, though it was merely a shred of a lingering soul.

Upon catching sight of Jiang Chengyan's handsome face smeared with blood, Su Ciyi's scattered pupils contracted sharply.

Mu Xueqing activated the Source Heaven Eye, and even in this pitch-black place, she was able to see everything clearly, prompting an inward sigh of admiration at the wondrous nature of source arts.

She walked over to the large floor-to-ceiling window a dozen meters away from Jiang Chengyan's desk, braced herself against the sill, and peered out into the distance with narrowed eyes.

It would be one thing if Xuerong chose not to speak, but by phrasing it this way, he only managed to pique the curiosity of Xia Qiushan and Tian Xie even further.

Although this wasn't the first time Ye Qingcheng had embraced her, back then she was truly suffering terribly from physical discomfort and hadn't given it much thought.

Only then did she belatedly realize that no matter how hard she tried to suppress her feelings, she remained powerless to resist Jiang Chengyan's tender and lingering affection.

Other matters could be set aside, but when it came to dealing with fallen immortals and rogue immortals, the Salvation Department was exceptionally professional. Baili Fanxua herself also possessed many ideas and capabilities in these areas, so even if outsiders wanted to meddle, it would only waste time and effort. It was far better to simply play a supporting role.