Volume 1, Chapter 56: Knocking Everyone Unconscious

"Seventh Prince, who did this to you?" "Brother Xia'er, what happened to your hands?" The father and son asked simultaneously, making the boy rather shy. He squeezed out a forced smile and then awkwardly rubbed his hands together.

Just as Hong Tao and Qi Rui were bargaining with each other, Ouyang Fanfan spoke up, staring at Hong Tao with a somewhat mocking expression, as if her ability to dance ballet was something extraordinarily impressive.

One of the questions he raised was whether Xiao Shengxia's imperial bloodline was authentic, and to this question, Xiao Shengxia had given him a clear and definitive answer. He lowered his head slightly to ponder, and when he raised his eyes again, they were filled with complex emotions.

The remaining deities, upon seeing Haotian produce the Haotian Pagoda, slumped helplessly to the ground. They knew that any resistance would be utterly futile.

The six-star patriarch of the Creation Cult was quite easygoing: "I don't want much. Just follow the old rules, thirty percent for me will do."

The Thunder God's chains wrapping around the Windrunner suddenly erupted with a brilliant radiance. Following a heaven-shaking explosion, only a huge, charred crater was left on the ground.

Under the scorching heat of the electric arcs, even the energy structures of the shamanic array on the ground began to be disrupted and became unstable.

Van Persie had his own selfish motives. The reason he did not pass the ball to Robben was that Robben was too selfish; once the ball reached his feet, there was a ninety percent chance the Dutch winger would shoot it himself.

This was not about sailing, but about witnessing murder and committing murder with one's own hands. These people were either Flynn's enemies or pirates, and if he didn't go, he would die at the hands of those mercenaries. Ever since he accidentally overheard that Uncle Fei had such a sideline, he had harbored a desire to try it out.

This big man was named Luo Zhenhu, an elite from a certain mercenary group, proficient in close combat, firearms, escorting, and security. He had rich practical experience and was a ruthless man who had truly killed people and seen blood.

Lin Jundu completely lost his temper, directly throwing Lin Qianmo onto the floor along with the quilt, before climbing onto the bed himself and closing his eyes.

Wu Can's thought was that as long as they didn't get close to the Jie tribe's camp, it would be difficult for them to be discovered. If they were discovered, they would simply have to fight their way through.

Huo Qiyan showed no displeasure at this move, as long as there was no trace of Mo Yan in the news.

In his view, this kind of behavior was purely an unintended action born from Ye Zhenning's habitual lack of friends and desperate need for affection.

After washing up and dressing, Lin Jundu exchanged a brief greeting with Bai Liangyue and prepared to leave for work.

"Grandma Huo, this is wild ginseng. You can slice it and steep it in hot water or tea whenever you have free time to strengthen your body," Mo Yan explained.

The reboot of the six realms by the Divine Heavens undoubtedly meant directly overthrowing everything that had managed to be born with such difficulty over the past billions, or even tens of billions, of years.

If His Majesty the Jade Emperor were to grant this request, it would be an immensely auspicious event for the Great Tang.

The problem was that such medicinal herbs would simply not exist in this dynasty. If she wanted to take them out to sell, what kind of excuse could she use?

He Yan gave him a side-long glance and said, "Isn't that settled then? Let's go, stop thinking about these useless things." Her expression seemed completely normal, but her heart still trembled slightly. When she heard Li Si utter those words just now, she felt a trace of disappointment.

Wang Xian had previously refined pills using the Void Heaven Cauldron and had already reached the level of a alchemist, but to advance to a grandmaster alchemist, he would need to successfully refine a vast ocean of spiritual pills.

"Hehe! I am the Wooden Sword Taoist, and that painting was originally a sacred item of my sect," the old elder smiled. He did not refer to himself as a "poor Taoist" like ordinary practitioners, but simply used "I" like an ordinary person. Not only did his speech lack the flavor of a Daoist priest, but he also did not exude any transcendent or refined aura. Looking at him from any angle, he simply resembled an ordinary old man with unremarkable features.

Wind and Cloud Island was a shuttle-shaped, narrow island located in the vast ocean, surrounded entirely by seawater, with the nearest island being at least a thousand kilometers away.

Black clan cultivators, Pi clan cultivators, Giant clan cultivators, and Spirit realm cultivators stood around the Void Immortal-Imitating Mirror. Every cultivator stared fixedly at the mirror without blinking, deep in thought and silent.

A few days later, returning once again to Morientes's estate, Tang Hao felt a special sensation. With his hands buried in his trouser pockets, he leisurely walked into the grand hall.

The three of them walked forward at a leisurely pace, covering a distance of over two miles. As they walked, the surroundings grew increasingly desolate. The Black-clad Guard following behind felt an escalating sense of foreboding, yet he did not dare to flee. If the other party truly intended to harm him, as a mere Swordsman, even if he tried to run, it would be difficult to escape the pursuit of three Sword Masters.

His primary mission this trip was to search for the strange fruit, and incidentally avenge the young valley lord and Long Wunian. Extracting this information from the other party would not be easy, but now that the other party was afflicted with aphrodisiac poison, finding out what he wanted would be effortless.

"Is that so? However, based solely on the unilateral pressure from the Holy See, I believe Chu Ke has no reason to refuse," Tang Hao said indifferently, not believing that Chu Ke would dare to defy the Pope's will.

What kind of feeling was it to look down upon all living beings from a position of supreme height? Not everyone could enjoy the privilege of sleeping in the laps of beauties while ruling the world upon waking. Sky villas provided precisely the experience of this supreme feeling unattainable by ordinary people, thus perfectly catering to the tastes of those big figures.