Chapter 53: Astonished by Hua Yun's Capability

Pang Hu raised an eyebrow and carefully tried to recall who the last person was to speak to him in such a manner. Was it Junior Brother Zhang or Senior Brother Li from March or December of last year?

Just as Murong Xing was crying and shouting, struggling to crawl back up, a few faint voices drifted over from the distance.

Drowning would probably make her look terribly unsightly; she could not accept that way of dying! No, she wouldn't accept any kind of death! She looked down at the bagua bronze mirror in her hand; the eight-cornered mirror already had a crack spreading across one of its corners.

Jiang Cheng instinctively wanted to close his eyes, but it was already too late, and even his hands had only been raised halfway.

Fortunately, Luo Mingling's intuition was still reasonably good; otherwise, she truly would not have been able to locate him based on a mere shout. Even so, it still took her a few breaths of time to pinpoint his location and a few more breaths to fly up to the cave, which was over a hundred meters high, to take Feng Xie away. Therefore, she was already unable to take Feng Xie away before those two people arrived.

Leaping back and forth in mid-air, stopping in the air every time her body dropped to a height of two meters, Wu Tian had not yet launched even a single attack, yet he kept the enhanced wild boar on the highest state of alert.

"This Zhang Chuchu is simply too vicious. I thought she had feelings for you, but I didn't expect she actually wanted your life..." Fan Xing frowned and said in a deep voice.

He went straight to smash his fist against the other person's arm. If a problem arose, at worst they could settle it privately; after all, it was they who had come knocking on the door looking for trouble first.

Lu Pingfan had been on guard for a long time. The moment he saw Yang Zhi stop in his tracks, he had already begun to evade.

In an instant, the body of this marquis-level overlord transformed into a cluster of blood mist that permeated the sky. As for his primordial spirit, it had been pulverized by the sword Qi, and even his true spirit had been shattered. Without the rescue of a powerful expert, this person was bound to die without a doubt.

At this moment, the match officially began. Hearing the host's voice ring out once again, Jing Mohai slowly put away his phone and reined in his wandering thoughts.

This was rather strange. Even with his consciousness impaired, God Seven Nights would never resist her—why had it failed?

These days had been nothing short of a living hell for Zhao Zhi'an. Having secretly fled to the United States, he naturally kept an extremely low profile; after all, Madam Philip's influence in Europe was terrifying. If she found out he had run off to this place, there was no telling what kind of actions she might take.

Dong'er tugged at her hair. How could she possibly borrow a steward from Zhang Qian? That was simply asking a tiger for its skin! To think she had been dealing with Zhang Qian for so long and yet still managed to overestimate his bottomless moral character—she was truly a failure as a person.

"Y-Young Master Ye, are you married?" Liao Fanfan naturally didn't care whether Ye Qinghan was married or not, but since his wife was right here, she still had to put on an act.

Yue Gu glanced at Qinglian and said, "Very well." Qingshan made a funny face at his sister and followed Yue Gu out.

Di Yetian’s strikingly handsome and imposing face remained completely unchanged, except that the arm wrapped around Qian Li's waist tightened just a bit more.

"Another day, esteemed lords, we shall discuss this matter another day." Jingxing suppressed his breath, dismissed the white-bearded old men who were stretching their necks to look at Yan Zhi, and strode forward to greet Zhang Ze.

Later on, the owner of this workshop went to the district office to lodge a complaint, but unfortunately, both the district magistrate and the leader of the local militia had vanished without a trace, leaving him with no choice but to let the matter drop.

Drenched in sweat, Zizhao slammed his palm against the dead cow. Carried by the momentum, his body lurched forward, but a hand suddenly yanked him away. The crazed cow behind him instead crashed heavily into the cow carcass, and before it could struggle to its feet, it stared with wide, unblinking eyes at the blood gushing continuously from its own throat.

However, this bullet did not produce the sound of hitting a human body. It turned out that Li Ma had not used a healing card just now, but instead directly utilized a special card from Yu-Gi-Oh: "Mist Body".

"General Hua Xiong has been battling Zhang Jiao for many days, is familiar with the combat methods of Zhang Jiao's forces, and has the surrounding terrain at his fingertips."

Du Yu harbored ten thousand doubts in his heart, but he had always treated Jinkui with the utmost respect. Seeing that Jinkui's attitude was resolute and did not seem like a mere fit of pique, he did not dare to ask too much, and instead bowed respectfully and retreated.

This group of travelers no longer said anything further; they cupped their fists in a greeting to acknowledge each other, then went off to find a suitable nearby spot to pitch their tents.

In the current era where smart technology is gradually replacing the non-smart, technological innovation appears particularly crucial.

Through this period of serving as regent, King Xuan had accumulated a geometrically growing fan base, and many people genuinely felt that if he were to sit on the dragon throne, he would certainly do a better job than Wu Ding.

Yet now, after she had spoken those words completely unbefitting a girl of sixteen or seventeen, he finally understood deeply that it was he who had misunderstood her.

Zizhao's expression changed abruptly. The floor of the Xibo Palace was paved entirely with hard granite; if King Xuan were to really slam her down like that, how could Jinkui possibly survive?

She truly had no idea what to say. She only felt that Pu Wei's words filled her with a mixture of shock and helplessness, accompanied by an ominous premonition.

The rest of the Heavenly Demon Sect members snapped back to their senses and hurriedly surrounded Shangguan Yun. The tall, lanky man recognized the newcomer and could not help turning pale with fright. He shouted sternly, "How did you get out? Where is Yanu and the others?" With a *shing* sound, he drew his sword; the blade was pitch-black with scattered red spots, which was precisely Shangguan Yun's Scarlet Blood Divine Sword.

His father held high expectations for him, and his colleagues were either waiting to watch him make a fool of himself or waiting to see his achievements. Others regarded him as a good-for-nothing second-generation heir who lived off his family, and only his father had confidence in him. He did not want to become the laughingstock of others, let alone let his father become someone laughed at.

The stars shone brightly as the old man led Zhao Xing寒 and the Emperor Feathered Celestial Lion across the barrier, vanishing instantly into the boundless sea of stars.

Opening the door and witnessing this scene, Jun Yi could not help but soften his movements. Even the slightly furrowed space between his brows smoothed out; the atmosphere was simply too relaxing, filling even his long-suppressed mood with bright warmth.

Upon seeing Shangguan Yun return, Ke Qingqing was overjoyed. However, noticing Xiao Yingying's expression, she could not help but feel extremely irritated and angrily said, "You... I... I..." After repeating the word "I" twice, as if suffering a grievous wrong, she lightly covered her red lips and began to weep.