Chapter 67: Noble Consort Zhong 16

"Speak, is there anything that cannot be said, what is there to fear, trust me, I won't cry, I won't be sad..." The boisterous singing once again stirred the hearts of certain infatuated souls. Accustomed to the usual dimness of bars, this place employed a chilling aqua-blue tone to exude an otherworldly atmosphere.

Bao Bei started, turning her head simultaneously with Mo Xiunan. He walked over with a gloomy expression: "You are not allowed to go! This is my business, you don't need to get involved!" he said with a rigid attitude.

Seeing that Tianbao had a rosy complexion and facial features vaguely resembling her own long-dead biological younger sister, Jin Li suddenly hardened her heart, snatched Tianbao out, tightly clutched her in her arms, dashed out of the bathroom, and ran toward the outside.

At this moment, the room was pitch black, but for those wearing infrared night-vision goggles, their line of sight was entirely unobstructed.

The piercing screams of their comrades, the wildly gushing blood, and the heads and chests torn apart by bullets completely awakened the few Hell's Angels who had narrowly escaped at the stairway.

Although I was also covetous—such a five-hundred-year-old water serpent was something to be met by chance rather than sought, and was extremely vital for practitioners of the Dao, its vital blood and internal core being sufficient to help me break through to the Divine Transformation realm.

"Wuyang!" Someone called out to her, the voice somewhat distant. Across the street, a man wearing a black woolen overcoat was waving at her.

These people, no matter what, had walked out from the Hall of Knights and owed a certain amount of favor. For the old master of the hall, this was a source of pride, and naturally it was difficult to conceal the joy in his heart.

"Hey, you surnamed Huo, you aren't scared, are you? If you are scared, just surrender directly to our master, lest others say later that we are bullying the Jingwu School with no one left." Seeing Huo Tingen repeatedly refuse, one of Master Ni's disciples suddenly spoke up, maliciously provoking him.

Carefully circling the statue of King Yu, Qingfeng did not miss a single detail, and finally discovered something different in a fold of the robe behind the statue's back.

On the outer edge of the Fiery Region, the youth in purple held his arm. As someone with the Jiang family's Divine King physique, he had never experienced such humiliation.

After accelerating the Demonic Blood Foundation Technique once, not only did the technique fail to improve, but even the Human Emperor's vital blood only increased by a mere catty.

Qin Siyong and Chu Xiu were already bound together. If Ji Chunshen wanted to eliminate Chu Xiu, Qin Siyong wouldn't be able to escape either; therefore, Qin Siyong's heart was even more panicked than Chu Xiu's.

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After saying that, Chu Xiu charged directly toward Daka. The Burning Heaven Spear Technique suddenly manifested, and Chu Xiu resembled a fiery dragon, the destructive fluctuations instantly enveloping Daka.

If Thor had already foreseen the coming of Ragnarok now, wouldn't that mean the plot of Avengers 2 was about to unfold?

Except for Brother Yao, who could barely hold on thanks to his exceptional blade technique. In his early years, relying on a single blade, he was already unrivaled throughout Dingzhou. Now, tempered by over a year of the flames of war, his blade technique had reached ultimate mastery.

"Not good!" Two streaks of golden light, going from distant to near, whipped up a turbulence and rushed fiercely forward. With no other choice, Tian Xuan drew a circle with his left hand, and an umbrella-shaped true Qi blocked the attack. The two streaks of golden light struck the umbrella, producing a clanging collision sound, and the airflow generated by the sound waves still pushed Tian Xuan back a zhang or so.

The words were spoken by Foreman. Yang Yi cast a surprised glance at him; damn it, he hadn't even managed to protect Yang Yi and Gretel, turning his own face into the shape of a pig's head, so where did he get the confidence to protect everyone?

"Boom!" A huge iron ball smashed into the ship, creating a deep, large hole once again. Fortunately, the ship's build quality was quite good, and it didn't suffer a hull breach leading to a sinking crisis.

At this time, Uncle Jiu also stopped using his chopsticks, having thought of the various secret arts within this lineage of Taoist priest Uncle Simu, as well as a set of special body-refining techniques.

This place was the ancestral shrine where the West Sea Dragon Clan worshipped their past ancestors. The reason why there were no shrimp soldiers or crab generals stationed here was because the dragon clan's coercion within the shrine was so immense that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would find it difficult to endure.

In the duel of gazes, Hua Yuling felt that no one was her match. In this aspect, she was truly too powerful. Facing each other in that manner, Hua Yuling felt she could never be compared to her.

Although Bai Shao did not say a word, she listened to everything Chu Wei said, committing it to heart little by little to understand this love rival and define her position.

The few of them exchanged glances and walked straight ahead, exiting the cave mouth after walking about twenty meters.

As for those ordinary gifted disciples, they—were not yet qualified to get a share of the spoils in this gambling event.

If she didn't care about him, viewing him as an inconsequential existence, then whatever mission he randomly chose to execute shouldn't matter to her at all.

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"Transcendence!" Qian Yue's eyes lit up. Judging from his father's implication, he actually intended to enlist the help of a powerhouse at the Transcendence realm.

"If I looked down on you, would I make so many delicious things for you?" Zhang Yang pointed at the various delicacies that Wei Shao had "ravaged."

Ji Chen followed the sound to look at Qin Yu. His face, which had been brimming with smiles just a moment ago, instantly stiffened. It took a long time for him to withdraw his expression, say something to those children, and then walk over toward Qin Yu.

As Young Master Ye and Han Xue were talking, quite a few people arrived one after another, basically filling up all the seats in the entire auction house. At this point, the host, wearing a white short-sleeve inner top paired with a short skirt and a fiery-red translucent sheer coat, walked out gracefully holding a microphone and said.

The demon martial artist's right wrist twisted, changing moves midway, and continued to grab toward Liu Qian's hand back. A burly man like an iron tower squeezed into the middle, blocking the demon claw with crossed arms.

In the middle was a mahogany tea table measuring two to three square meters, surrounded by eight root-carved chairs, also made of mahogany.

Yet she also kept asking herself what the point of this defense line was, because in front of Lei Zhan, this defense line was completely useless. As long as Lei Zhan cast a single affectionate glance her way, her heart would melt.

Jiang Zaiyuan immediately made a verdict on Li Anhai. If Li Anhai possessed no other stronger secret manuals or techniques, then he would amount to just this.

Chu Feng did not know who the newcomer was, so he opened his eyes. He saw the figure of a youth holding a box, lifting the water curtain, and walking to the deepest part of the cave.

When they were young and training, the old witch used to say that the most successful masked person wears no mask on their face. They had always kept these words firmly in mind, accustomed to adapting to different occasions with all sorts of different faces.

"Sir, what would you like to drink, red wine or coffee?" Momo raised a 'professional' smile, holding a tray in her right hand, looking up at him with an obedient expression, while her hand behind her back clenched into a fist.