Volume 1, Chapter 66: The Twelve Streets Are Laid Out Like Vegetable Plots!-Ouvindo seus pensamentos, como ousa cobiçar o corpo do imperador?(O Ye de Ye Chen.)

Zheng Wanlei and Zhou Liang simultaneously tightened their gazes, directly set down their wine cups, and rushed toward the pillar of light as well.

"Master, you know our fish pond normally takes two guests a day, right? These guests are already booked, but the fish pond next door suddenly needs to undergo fry inspection. Anyway, this fish pond is more than spacious enough, so why not just make do today, Master, and let the people from next door come over as well?" Ke Zimo looked at Guoguo with a consultative expression.

At this moment, Chen Yunfeng also caught sight of Meng Xingchen. Following a slight surge of astonishment, an irrepressible smile broke across his face as he walked forward step by step.

Joe Shuhe input the chip research sample into the computer and waited for it to run a comparison, while he himself picked up his phone and walked out the door.

From the moment Jun Yao and his companions initiated their operation until the building exploded, the entire process was recorded by the terrorists. Upon viewing the video, the Blue Star commander and several chieftains burst into hearty laughter.

"Forgive this humble subject for wronging Your Majesty, but this commoner shall return in a moment." Master Hao cupped his fists in a bow, retrieved a pill from his embrace, signaled for the emperor to take it, and then leaped out through the lattice window with agile and vigorous movements.

Listening to Fang Shuyao's reprimand, Mu Haotian felt utterly stripped of his dignity. Fortunately, there was no one else here, and none of his subordinates had overheard, otherwise it would have been far too humiliating.

Countless explosions rang out as the bodies of those following closely behind Wu Kuang were directly pulverized into mists of blood by the sheer oppressive might.

Meng Xingchen was overcome with bewilderment. Yet, an escalating crowd of people surrounded him, dropping to their knees and pleading for help. Unable to extricate himself, Meng Xingchen had no choice but to deal with the situation before setting out to look for Niuniu.

This dawn of hope grew ever stronger, almost illuminating the depths of his soul... These matters were not worth Ning Moling's trouble to elaborate on, nor did he care to indulge in sentimental pretenses.

As they chatted, the vehicle arrived at the tent area on the outskirts of the Land of Truth. Seeing two bizarrely shaped metal boxes speeding toward them from a distance with a puttering roar, several observant magic apprentices were so startled that the items in their hands dropped to the ground.

The incense flakes, burning brightly, suddenly emitted a sizzling sound and extinguished one by one, releasing a few wisps of faint smoke.

The next second, strands of horrifying black smoke billowed from Su Lin's body, and black venom oozed from every pore of his skin. Forming incantations with his hands, he opened his mouth and spewed out a ray of black brilliance, which transformed into his black Nascent Soul.

Amidst the dazzling sword light, the dark silhouette of a youth curled up on the ground, his limbs beginning to stretch and lengthen. That sensation was by no means pleasant; even someone as adept at concealing true emotions as He Yi rolled frantically across the ground in agony, crying out like a stray dog.

In the ensuing chaos, not only the common citizens, but even the disciples in white garments and other cultivators within the Four-Nine City scarcely noticed that the Amethyst Lion had been gradually surrounded. Those citizens, still weeping and cursing angrily, followed the disciples in a frantic, directionless evacuation.

With no other choice, she had to shift into a more comfortable posture, then bare her thighs so that Lin Ai could rest against them as he pleased.

"You're the one seeking death!" Wu Feng sneered savagely as he lunged forward, slamming a palm toward Ye Tian's head in an attempt to smash his skull to pieces.

"A hundred supreme beings, join forces and drive the Ancient Robe Blade together..." A flash of the tragic brutality of ancient warfare crossed the depths of Hengmie's eyes, recalling how two full Heavenly Venerables had been completely cleaved apart by the Ancient Robe Blade, their life force severed beyond salvation.

Realizing it could not break through, the curse abruptly changed course, soaring straight up into the firmament. Instantly, a dense mass of black clouds began to brew in the skies above Bianjing City, and as time passed, these black clouds expanded, showing a tendency to spread further.

Deep inside, Wei Xiao was filled with self-loathing and disgust, yet his heart ached fiercely because Chi Zao had cried so bitterly. Coupled with his already sour mood that day, the rims of his eyes began to turn red as well.

Was Yuan Xiaoling resigned to this? If not, what could he do? He wasn't insane enough to court death. Take the Qiao clan, for instance; if they left her idle and kept her well-behaved, she could live out her days and even pursue scholarship. Wang Lang was in no rush either.

A stinging pain gripped his fingertips like a tugging sensation. The expandable metal adhering to his fingernails likewise released itself from the gel, followed by a fierce growth and elongation. Ten alloy blade-tips resembling sharp knives instantly anchored themselves firmly onto his fingers—resembling the bloody nails of the first "Gallon," yet evidently far sturdier.

Thus, the flat ground in the middle was said to be open to the sky, but once the shade of the trees grew dense, the sky was blocked out. If left unchecked, it would cast its canopy over the entire garden.

Geng Sunshi's potential was completely exhausted; had Zhang You not administered a few acupuncture needles, she likely would have lost her life. Even so, she remained unconscious and would need ten days to half a month of recuperation before she could possibly recover.

His heart instantly leapt into his throat. Hastily looking down, when he saw Chen Peng routing the barbarian tribes with the aid of the Heavenly Soldiers Camp and inflicting over ten thousand casualties, his wild elation could no longer be contained, and he burst into loud laughter.

With the work successfully concluded, everyone had a fantastic time. The drinks missed during the last New Year's countdown were made up for this time, and Director Liu Mu even went around making toasts to everyone individually.

Yinggu was simply a valley, surrounded by mountains with a sufficiently vast expanse in between, and a single road running right through the middle, connecting Liang County to Yingchuan County.

At the entrance of the rehearsal room, the Red King finally flashed a smile that didn't reach his eyes, his gaze passing straight over Wu Ji and Wei Shi before striding into the room without a shred of lingering attachment.

Taking advantage of the moment the redhead lowered his head, Wu Ji edged toward the driver's seat. Wei Shi held the youth down, lowered his head, and casually flipped the rearview mirror upward to block the view from the back seat.

Just as Ye Lie finished asking, he abruptly turned his head to look at the nine monks not far away, appearing quite astonished as to why the Nine Prisons Buddha would suddenly manifest here out of nowhere.

"This year's grand competition is rather interesting, haha," Huang Tiansheng said with a smile, wiping the grease from the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Wangtai locked his car, didn't even spare the bald man a glance, and was about to walk past when the bald man suddenly reached out and blocked his path.

Seeing that his treasured artifact for preserving his life was incapable of withstanding the explosive punch of Li Chen, Cai Mao was so shocked that his eyes split open and his vision cracked.

Afterward, Zheng Xuan hurriedly took off her own coat and draped it over Cheng Ying, then pulled her along as she ran toward her own room.

Ye Shisan was dressed in a long blue windbreaker, stood one meter eighty-nine tall, and wore thick, flowing shoulder-length hair. This time, he was bound for the Myriad Dharma Sect on Mount Changling to pay respects to a master and learn the Dao.

This Crystal of Life was a treasure that could only be nurtured by the Wood clan. Essentially, a member of the Wood clan could only cultivate a single Crystal of Life in their entire lifetime. Within it resided the most primordial vitality of a Wood clan member's life, which could not only help one break through bottlenecks but even provide a massive surge of life force.