She appeared to be in her early twenties, but fine lines had begun to form at the corners of her eyes. The wrinkles were shallow, almost imperceptible, yet they lent her a certain world-weariness.
Gradually, Ye and Yan were unaffected, but Luo Ziyao and Fu Xuan, their cultivation still insufficient, found their faces flushing and their minds growing hazy from the drink.
Xu Qi had seen many such primordial spirit manifestations. The strangest among them was the primordial spirit of a magic sword he had encountered in the East Sea.
Li Yunchen gritted his teeth and pushed his beastly power to its limit. Although he couldn't fully control the demonic beasts yet, he could channel their power to enhance his physical strength.
As he was dressed in black, Nangong Beidou hadn't noticed at first. It wasn't until the blood stained the ground red that others realized Yin Wuyong was bleeding profusely, as if riddled with a thousand holes, not merely from sword wounds.
The speaker was Xu Qi. He darted over to the group, having overheard the conversation between Juegu and "Yu" Xiao, and chimed in casually.
During her conversation with Mei Sanniang that night, Shi Hui understood that despite Mei Sanniang's unfortunate experiences, she had not lost her sanity. She bore no resentment towards Wang Anxu's current wife, Chu Hui. Even knowing that Wang Anxu had killed her to marry Chu Hui, Mei Sanniang's sole desire for revenge was directed at Wang Anxu.
Since becoming pregnant, Jiang Mingxuan had been constantly nagged by her mother and Zhou Zekai, to the point of exasperation. She wrapped her arms around Zhou Zekai's neck, imprinted a kiss on his lips, and then spoke.
Enduring pain and hardship, fearing no difficulty, achieving rebirth, and ascending to a higher level of power, one could become a double-colored phoenix.
Yang Qian: I don't have any objections, but there's a theory that's earth-shattering and ghost-crying that I don't know if I should mention.
Shen Fei had also been paying close attention to Shen Banxia these past few days. She indeed had a very powerful fan base.
"How is it?" Number One's voice sounded calm, but there was a slight tremor. He and Tang Tianyou had their acupoints blocked by the golden energy of the divine race, so he knew exactly what stage Tang Tianyou was currently going through.
Nangong Xiuzhu, Tang Tianyou, two good-for-nothings from the appraisal department, ranked at the very front by the principal. It was truly perplexing.
Cao Ying was in a similar situation. Guo Jia, Cheng Yu, and others, rushing as fast as they could, managed to pack only one-third of the camp's provisions. There were also the waterlogged grains that needed to be cooked and eaten as soon as possible.
Feng Chen quickly focused his gaze. It was Lin Xiyu. Wearing a flimsy nightgown, her face flushed, reeking of alcohol, she clung to Feng Chen like a koala.
"Oh, don't pull me! It's that, that thing..." Zhan Yi pulled away Zhao Wang's hands, which were constantly tugging at his clothes, and then his face turned slightly red.
In the back courtyard of the Taoist temple, the Southern Wilderness Azure Emperor Divine Vine was gradually growing, extending by a sliver with each breath. It grew about an inch overnight.
Zhou Kun thought to himself, "Well, this fellow is quite resourceful. Fine, since you've put it that way, if I refuse, I'll seem like a terrible person."
The heart was still there, with the Nash's Tooth deeply embedded in it, continuously providing a steady stream of earthy yellow energy. Even more bizarrely, the heart was subtly trembling, as if something else were hidden within its depths.
Li Yu's feelings were also her own. Even when she saw birds soaring across the azure sky, she felt a genuine yearning. If she had never entered the palace, if she could go outside, how wonderful that would be.
Lin Mengxi sighed softly, and could only help Lin Mengxi, placing one of her palms against Chu Nan's palm.
At this moment, the NPC uncle finally didn't give Chen Ye military supplies but instead gave him a large-area destructive weapon, a grenade launcher. For him now, this was undoubtedly a life-saving straw. He swiftly took the grenade launcher from the NPC uncle and then checked its attributes.
"The people in my unit are all decent folk. If we dare to fight for something, we should be able to win. If we can't win, we should admit defeat. Drawing a gun isn't my style," Zhao Zhi said, hands on his hips, pointing at the bruised and battered fellows and scolding them again.
At some point, the Investiture of the Gods Platform became the Immortal Execution Stage, and it also became a forbidden zone for immortals.
"A family full of violence!" Chen Ye withdrew his gaze from the four members of the Hunter family and secretly assessed them in his mind, then pulled the trigger.
"Hand over the丹炉!" The group was initially wary of Huo Qingren being an alchemist, but seeing that she had no retinue, they boldly attempted to rob her.
The physical pain caused Michael's eyes to instantly redden. With a beat of his wings, he leaped high into the sky, looking down upon the four elders of the Diancang Sect below as if from above.
While Sun Jian's side was filled with laughter and joy, on the other side, at Wulin, guarded by Han Dang, the situation was fraught with undercurrents.
Given the advanced state of the Federation's technology, it had long entered a period of stable stagnation. Therefore, even though twelve years had passed since his return, the changes in Lingji City were not significant, at most only some infrastructure upgrades and replacements.
They were well aware of the range of Su Mu's skills. Now, their only options besides teleporting away were to log off. Thus, players who couldn't teleport in time could only go offline on the spot to avoid being instantly killed.
"Go! Find one of your five masters, Feng Qingyang or Yushu, to get you some disguise medicine. What use is it to come looking for Lian'er?" Qingfeng Mingyue scolded him loudly, treating him like her own younger brother.
The aloof man in white. Unfortunately, the latter paid no heed to her affections, being entirely immersed in his own thoughts.
An Nianchu lowered her gaze. Her phone was ringing. She answered and briefly told Qin Muchen her location.
He enunciated clearly, his tone extremely natural, yet betraying a hint of authority. She rarely saw such a Qin Muchen, and this unfamiliar man before her was a celebrity? Her Boss's genes were indeed good.
After finishing the meal, Sai Xi had said he wanted to spar with Qiu Xuan. However, Qiu Xuan had no interest in sparring with Sai Xi at the moment, so he directly declined, claiming he couldn't perform at his best right after eating.
Upon seeing the Thunder Venerable make his move, they had initially believed this would be an easy battle, expecting the Thunder Venerable to shatter Chen Ze into pieces with a single strike, causing his death.
Due to Lance's stop on the road, dozens of cars had backed up behind them. The deafening honking and curses emanated from the rear. Lance remained unfazed. In the dim light of the car, he stared at Ye Zitong's profile, clearly seeing her current nervousness. She looked as if she was about to lash out.
And now, she was going to be the fiancée of that so-called Crown Prince of Feng Country. Xue Lian'er, have you really lost your memory?