Chapter 43: The Most Beautiful Scenic Route in Southern Anhui, S218

"What on earth... is this?" Xia Qingyue shifted her gaze to Yun Che’s face, her expression filled with shock that she could hardly suppress.

Liu Han was suddenly left speechless. It was true that ordinary people couldn't compare, but just looking at his demeanor, he seemed exceptionally noble.

Originally, she had already set her sights on Qiu Ze and had let go of her previous feelings, but she hadn't expected that to be nothing more than a scam. Since that was the case, why should she bother being so polite?

Usually, it would feel envious seeing the few quasi-Heavenly Venerate servants that Xue Shisan had extorted from the Ziyun and Ice God clans fawning over him in every way possible. Now that it finally had one of its own, it was suddenly obliterated by a single finger from a Great Heavenly Venerate of the Heavenly Spirit clan.

Are you sure that the moment you meet, he won't just slap you to death? Are you sure you weren't chased out by him?

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly heard someone shouting the names of the sisters Meng Yanyan and Meng Jiaojiao.

Ye An'an felt somewhat depressed, but by the time they returned to the main hall, that depression had turned into terror.

She had only held a slight fondness for Sima Changping, but upon learning that his affection for her was merely because of Princess Yongan, that shred of fondness vanished into thin air.

As a representative of the disciples of the Ziling Immortal Cultivation Academy, Huangfu Xin naturally could not compromise. She wasn't fighting for herself or her few disciples; she was fighting for the Ziling Immortal Cultivation Academy. Since the stakes of the conflict had risen, she naturally had to display some murderous intent.

In truth, there was no need for Fu Sibei to say anything. After that slap landed, Father Shen had already felt regret, but the dignity of being the head of the household kept him from backing down easily.

Di Huo did not hesitate. His massive skeletal body instantly transformed into a giant ball of green fire, shooting toward Su Mo.

Logically speaking, for a corporation of this size, its president or chairman should be some elderly fellow, wearing glasses and completely bald.

Zhou was a clever woman, especially in certain respects—even more shrewd than the average clever person. Every word Lian Man'er said sounded pleasant, but to her ears, they felt grating. When she chewed on them, they left a bitter aftertaste. Yet, she couldn't find the words to refute Lian Man'er.

After Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei left, Sun Qian directed the soldiers to help the Zhuge family move their luggage off the carriage. Only after everything was settled did he depart.

Ye Ling shook his head, walked straight to the imperial throne in the center, and sat down slowly, looking at the five guys with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, it was just a stroke of luck, but it seems there are signs of infant cultivation," Tong Yansong chuckled smugly.

Escaping the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, the three immortals began cursing loudly. At that moment, the Golden-Winged Great Peng appeared again, and Wang Baoyu stared at them with icy eyes.

As one of the top restaurants in Pingcheng, Ouyang Yuxuan was naturally a regular at the Fuyuan Restaurant. He didn't know who had opened the place, but not only were the dishes refreshing, even the interior decor was novel and unique.

This idea had naturally come from Li Wanru. It might seem shocking now, but in her era, this was just mimicking the "hunger marketing" model of a certain mobile phone brand, making consumers feel a shortage of goods and creating a concept of needing to compete to purchase early.

Ye Ling was stunned. Wow, he had actually become a leader. Watching the ghost soldiers approaching them, Ye Ling looked around; it was deathly silent.

Jieyin Buddha felt a chill run through his body. For some reason, seeing the expression on Tathagata Buddha's face, he suddenly felt a sense of dread.

Zhao An frowned slightly. He hadn't wanted to reveal his cultivation level, so he took out the Eight-Treasure Exquisite Mirror, which he had always considered a useless trinket, intending to use it to reflect the opponent's attack.

"Itachi must have done something to you before he died. In the end, he infused his own ocular power into your body for your sake," Obito said calmly.

As Watson spoke, he was listening to the radio broadcast, which was currently reporting on the floating city of Genoa.

At the very least, he wouldn't make her feel that standing with him was something shameful. It should be done openly and honestly, receiving the blessings of the sect.

He saw a cylindrical black object spew from his large mouth, which flickered against the gale and turned into pitch-black sand.

Although he was confident, he knew the gap between himself and Bu Jingyun; it was impossible to block the other party's sword with just a shield.

Chu Xin slowly lowered his eyes, fixing his gaze on Qing Yan's face. He pointed his right hand, and golden lotus flowers on the ground rotated rapidly, rushing toward Qing Yan, before a formless, illusory power surged into his body.

"I humbly ask for your guidance, sir." Although he didn't like Xu You much, Zhao Ancheng admired his intellect. At the very least, he hadn't yet found a single error in any of Xu You's deductions.

Thinking back on it now, when Cui Min went to the trouble of requesting a title for her, was he perhaps thinking of this as well?

Seeing that the time was nearing the moment of battle between the Golden Dawn and the Hurricane Kingdom, he couldn't care less. After drinking a glass of water, he entered the game.

I couldn't sleep at all that day because I had turned the surrounding area upside down and still couldn't find a trace of Xuan Zheng. No one knew where he had gone. Even if he had run away, it wasn't impossible! Furthermore, Zheng hadn't reported to me where he was going. With the situation being so unfavorable, my mind grew even more restless.

I shouted, "Big brother, is it ready?" Li Xiong was pulling back a giant bow; the arrowhead was a large hook. He said, "Almost there! Almost there! The distance isn't enough!" The Jiaozhou soldier, blood streaming from his lips, saw the scene on the city wall and roared, "Hah!" He gathered all the strength within his body, forcibly dragging Liu Zan forward again.

"The Hand of God-Slaying again!" The golden-masked man fell silent, and the pitch-black mortal world was plunged into a deathly stillness.

He could rest easy now. He didn't want to deal with the world outside anymore; he only wanted to engage in one final contest with this enemy he admired.

Before Hua Shangxue could speak, the gatekeepers of the Ji family estate were the first to knock. They were clearly eager to impress, but they had forgotten that the gate was locked from the outside. The adults of the house were likely not there, or perhaps those left behind were unable to move freely, and everyone capable of working had already left.