Fu Xian Sheng

Chapter 895 Hidden Daggers

"Old Xue, you're being realistic now!"

Seeing his sudden strong reaction, Xu Shenglong was startled.

It was a twisted, helical shape, with spiraling metal wires coiling around Wu Yu No. 23's body.

Upon hearing this, Le Tian was astonished again. Was Lin Ling Su someone who would seize an opportunity, or was he deliberately saying the opposite to him?

And a pair of deep, dark eyes quietly gazed at her, filled with infinite affection. Finally, his eyes burning, he leaned in and gently kissed her cheek.

These people, perhaps because there was no one else around, spoke louder and louder, and almost everyone was talking.

Except for meeting her once at the wedding banquet yesterday, had Situ Xian not managed to speak with her then? Did she have to be dragged over to talk about life now?

It seemed that Okazaki in this world could not escape the crisis of being almost choked by Mei Li's flirtatious words.

In his other hand, blue soul power surged, condensing into a phantom blue dragon head, which directly smashed into the chest of the long-haired scar-faced man, creating a blue ripple that sent him flying back.

Seeing that Yang Lang was alright, a faint smile appeared on Lu Linghuo's beautiful face.

"..." Xia Ru's expression was solemn. What a terrifying girl. Clearly, she was just an ordinary person, someone who didn't understand military and political affairs, yet she could utter words of coercion.

This was a pastry shop on Supply Street, not far from the sauna. It was now decorated with lanterns and festoons, as if celebrating the New Year. Taking the opportunity of welcoming the millennium, they began promotional activities.

That night, Nine Bright City was plastered with notices calling for famous doctors and extraordinary individuals from all regions to thoroughly investigate whether the deceased villagers had lost their minds due to medication. This was not something that could be solved by superb medical skills alone.

At this moment, Steward Zhao walked into the kitchen, his hands behind his back, putting on an air of inspection. His cross-eyes, however, darted like a sparrow towards stove number three.

Qi Lie didn't move at all. He was too lazy to deal with these people. Ancestor Xuan Long, with a look of disdain, was the first to cross the White Tiger Palace gate and head straight for the second city wall.

The adjutant's unspoken meaning was: we are prepared to sacrifice ourselves at any moment. If you, Zhen Shifeng, dare to hold the commander hostage and forcibly seize power, we will fight to the death.

Seeing Jing Ye's sharp reaction, the Mo brothers were slightly stunned. Old Mo took the lead and said, "There aren't many people."

I will never forget that night, how I sat slumped in front of the washing machine, holding the waterlogged hard drive, wanting to cry but having no tears.

And just as the Roc Demon King was about to snatch the three Sacred Spirit Pearls and flee, his head began to ache again.

Meng Nan's face turned red. With a roar, he charged forward again, kicking out at Tie Heng. The latter coldly sneered, dodged to the side, and quickly counter-punched Meng Nan in the chest. Thus, the two began to fight fiercely, with fists and kicks flying. Both adopted a powerful style, their blows landing with resounding thuds.

Gan Jiang was initially quite composed. Not long before, he had used his reflection in the river to tidy his long hair and then squeezed his cheeks, making himself look seven or eight parts like the handsome Wolf King. Then he saw Ye Celeng staring at him coldly.

Qin Shou narrowed his eyes, his gaze constantly sweeping over Yao Jing's alluring body. The scorching heat drilled out from the slits of his eyelids, making Yao Jing feel uncomfortable all over. Although she was fully clothed, she felt the shame of being stripped bare and observed.

Suddenly, he remembered the envoy from the upper realm, and the Howling Celestial Dog with its magical tracking abilities. What had happened to them? Had they also discovered his traces?