33. Dancing (2)

Suddenly, a strange sound came from behind Wang Chen, followed immediately by a whistling gust of cold wind.

The Heavenly Wind Hall is the resting place of the Winged Race ancestor, the Wind God. Like the Myriad Source Dragon Palace and Crescent Island, it is a forbidden area for the Winged Race. However, since only the successive patriarchs and grand elders of the Winged Race are permitted to enter, there are no magical restrictions placed within the Wind God Hall.

The Winged Race excels in the use of various wind-elemental magic, and their mastery of such arts has reached a pinnacle. They can cultivate entirely different types of divine winds based on different internal mental cultivation methods, with each type of divine wind paired with specific techniques, forming a comprehensive system of spells.

Su Jing’s expression changed drastically; realizing her dagger had been blocked by something, she quickly withdrew her hand to retreat. But Teng Ye had been waiting for this fleeting moment. A green light flickered at his fingertips, and several vines suddenly burst from the ground, tightly binding Su Jing’s feet.

Compared to me, the "traitor," Laxus is more important. Is that what they think?

The Left Worthy King joyfully accepted the snow lotus from Green Jade’s hands and personally fed it to Princess Jielan. After taking the medicine, Princess Jielan fell into a peaceful sleep.

"Wait! I am the one who beat them; it has nothing to do with these people. Everyone present can testify. If you want to make an arrest, take me. If you implicate innocent people and someone posts it on Weibo, it won't be easy for you to handle, will you?" Ye Fei narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Butong, speaking in a low, chilling tone.

After entering the room, Da Bu Shuiyun placed the medicine bowl on the nightstand, sat down gently, helped Qiu Xuan into a semi-reclining position, and prepared to feed him the medicine.

"Fellow Daoists, do you have any brilliant strategies to enter it? If you could share them, I would be immensely grateful!" After examining the light barrier, the old man bowed toward Tong Ling’s direction and spoke respectfully.

Being able to create super soldiers certainly requires more than just ordinary potions; it must contain spiritual herbs that even cultivators would highly covet.

At that time, with both schools before me, I chose Jisi. Looking at it now, the past me chose the Second Experimental School.

"Despicable ants! Though I cannot cross dimensions, it does not mean I cannot send someone across!" The cold words rippled through the void, sounding so heartless and indifferent, as if everything in his eyes were base. Daring to call himself the consciousness of the Heavenly Dao, he possessed such confidence!

Meng Qi looked at Liu Yufei, whose expression was somewhat complex. Naturally, he would not refuse; in Meng Qi’s view, this was just a simple favor... a matter of saying yes. Why not agree?

"What else do you want to eat? You can't even cook for yourself," Ye Fenglan looked at Yun Feiyu with disdain.

***

Hai Ling'er let Hai Da go to rest and recover. She knew this could not be blamed on anyone else; it was only her own willfulness. As for Old Bamboo Six, he remained silent for a long time after Hai Da left.

The Heart Demon did not want to become the second Elder Lanyue; she worried that even if she attained great fortune, she would not have the life to enjoy it.

He did not say it, however; after all, if the outcome of the game were known from the very beginning, what would be the point?

The Ancient Buddha Amitabha, also of the Divine Realm, was the only one who could stop Emperor Ku. If the Ancient Buddha agreed to let the other party refine the Ninth Universe, what would happen to them? Would they vanish from this world?

"Well done, but when did the TPC come up with such a weapon of mass destruction?" Staff Officer Chiba praised while also expressing deep concern.

He was someone who had experienced the Tangshan earthquake. After running out of the house, he knew this was not an earthquake, but some other disturbance.

Everyone nodded in agreement with my words, but how were we to save Du Ruofei? We didn't even know where she had been taken, let alone how to rescue her.

I don't know why, but Leng Zhiqing's behavior could be considered somewhat abnormal—so abnormal that it made her feel uneasy.

"Listen, President Leng, our interview is over. Can we just go our separate ways now?" I don't know what spell she was under, but she just wouldn't let it go.

Ding Linglin let out a soft breath and said, "Under whose orders have you come?" The man in yellow said nothing more. With a stern face, they followed one another into the grand hall where the wedding banquet was held.

Hearing the hoofbeats stop, Song Qing’s curiosity outweighed his fear, so he quietly poked his head out to peek.

Qin Qing frowned deeply. Those men in black must have known the identities of the guards. Daring to kill even the personal guards of Ying Zichu, the master behind those men in black was surely no ordinary person.

There is no New World game center in MC City, but there is one in nearby London. Not only that, but many players from surrounding cities have also rushed over just to purchase this new game from New World.

He wore an elegant and expensive black suit, and the refined, aloof aura he exuded made people afraid to approach.

***

Xiao Chenming was both happy and worried for his cousin. He had heard plenty of people discussing the floods of the Wei River; if this was handled well, it would be a great achievement, but if not, there would surely be no good outcome.

His name was Zhu Dachang. His family ran a large slaughterhouse, so he was considered somewhat well-off. But in the final analysis, he was just a pig butcher.

"Think about it, Liankong lived in the temple his whole life," Yuan Xingtai continued, "and in the end, his own mother was right there beside him, yet he wasn't told the truth until she died. How immense must that blow be?"

"Mom, I've made all the arrangements, so don't you worry." Jing Lanchen comforted his mother; he could understand her feelings at this moment.

An Xining suddenly grabbed her wrist, twisted it with a bit of force, and then pinned her against the tree trunk.

Firstly, ever since Zuo Ci mentioned that Lin Chao was infertile, Lin Chao had kept a guard up. He had invited both Zhang Ji and Hua Tuo to his estate to perform a more precise diagnosis on himself.

She took a light sip of milk, and a trace of pure white milk remained on her pink, moist lips. She licked it away gently.

When Qian Dongyu tried to turn around, she found she could not; her body was already tightly bound by the red willow branches.

Therefore, when Leng Yan called him later, he did not answer, and when she sent him text messages, he did not reply.

Wang Qingfeng let out a roar, then held his giant sword across his chest, slashing out with a fierce sword aura. It was as if one could hear the sound of the air being torn apart.

The moment this middle-aged man appeared, a powerful aura emanated from his entire body, as if even the hundredfold gravity had no effect on him.