53 Fry (Part IV)

The phone suddenly rang, giving Yang Qingshan a violent start. After several consecutive days of alchemy, his personal phone had been powered off; only the phone given to him by Old Man Lu remained turned on. Having stayed silent for days, Yang Qingshan answered it nervously.

"Haha, it's all dug out." Yang Qingshan gave a nonchalant smile, intentionally glaring at the voluptuous curves of the female surfer.

Furthermore, Qin Yi had his reasons for selecting twenty Great Circle realm powerhouses. The cultivation methods of the demon race differed from those of humans; if these demon clansmen were to elevate their strength, they still required guidance from their experts.

Yang Qingshan muttered inwardly, casting a glance at Bear Gall. Highly displeased and with sleepy eyes, Bear Gall threw his massive body into the pet shop, producing a deafening crash.

"I don't know means I don't know, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you." Ning Shuang covered her ears, shaking her head back and forth.

"This, this..." This scene left Chen Yuxiang dumbfounded, yet he also felt a slight urge to laugh. However, seeing that everyone around him wore solemn expressions, he naturally did not dare to act presumptuously.

Perhaps because of Meng'er's anger toward Xingyue, Xingyue had too many suppressed matters in her heart that she could not pour out. The moment the floodgates of conversation opened, the words poured forth like a breached dike.

Encouraged by the shout of a single person, the crowd once again tightly gripped the spiritual weapons in their hands. Their purpose in coming here was for the Nirvana Phoenix Mud. They had agreed from the outset to strike together. That Nirvana Phoenix Mud lay right beneath the three-headed corpse demon, and only by eliminating it would they have a chance to obtain it. Facing its temptation, the fear in everyone's heart transformed into infinite strength.

Yufeng lowered his head, intent only on grazing on the ground, without even sparing Li Hui a glance. Li Hui smiled helplessly.

Zhuge Liang shook his head: "The General is a scion of the Han imperial house, far superior to someone like Li Hui who once lived as a beggar. Why does Li Hui command such a multitude of formidable generals and strategists, yet the General has never pondered this reason?"

Little did he know that this voyage would be the Bloody Mary's final journey down the Amazon, and most likely his own as well.

My sudden appearance caused all the classmates in the room to turn their gazes over simultaneously. Sure enough, their eyes darted back and forth between Zhao Zhou, Zhao Weiwei, and me.

Su Muhang looked Sisi up and down, trying to search for his own reflection on her face. Although her facial features were exact replicas of Chen Man's, her facial contour was identical to his own.

Today was not originally scheduled as an assessment day, but orders had come down from above long ago: as soon as Shada arrived, the assessment was to be arranged immediately.

I pulled away from her embrace and gently stroked her face. We smiled at each other.

This was her second time coming here; the first time was when her grandfather passed away, and having run out of options, she came to borrow those forty million from Nie Nanshen.

"Grandma, I'm fine." Yan Yize quickly reined in his emotions and replied with a forced smile.

Annoyed by the noise, Luo En squatted down and cast a glance backward. Immediately, two Maine Coons lowered their heads, their eyes gleaming with ferocity as they prepared to go inside and sort things out.

Having only spoken once before the call was abruptly hung up, Robert naturally assumed the other party had dialed the wrong number.

Bizarre ripples stirred within his pupils, growing even more profound than before, and the air was suffused with a bone-chilling aura.

They subsisted entirely on the bloody remains of other creatures. It was originally extremely difficult for their physiology to adapt, but over time, they grew numb to it.

Judging by Long Jiu's posture, he seemed deferential, terrified of offending the old man dressed in ancient attire.

Having mastered the Immortal Corpse God Technique, while this place was hell to others, to Huang Zhen, it was nothing short of paradise.

"Forget it. It's someone else's personal affair, and it doesn't violate any laws or regulations. It's none of our business." Luo He waved his hand, trailing off without finishing his sentence.

One might say that as long as the Golden Venerable found a suitable vessel now and underwent reincarnation, he would be born a cultivation genius.

That fat silkworm muttered that those things were indeed mentioned in its inherited memories; if it were to step out of this misty mulberry forest now, it would spell certain death.

Chi Guanyun, one of the five Lishan examinees residing at Rongshang Studio, was currently bidding farewell to three other examinees he had met here.

After a brief moment of thought, Bai Fei began to slow down his pace alongside Er Gouzi, descending toward the ground below. Having cultivated continuously for several days, how could a youngster like Bai Fei endure the multi-year or even decade-long seclusions typical of those ancient monsters in the cultivation world?

"No, Long Qian is a Xiantian expert. To move against him would inevitably strain our foundation." Jiang Yu stopped Zhou Chaoan's horrifying notion.

The moment Lin Fan saw the call, he knew something had happened again. As soon as he connected, a roar came booming from the other end.

Before Liuyun Borrowed Wind True Monarch could even react, Qiubai had already teleported between the dragon and the deity.

"One month, though you must submit the works within the first fifteen days so we can send them to the exhibition for sealing. But will there be enough time?" Lao Zheng asked.

As for this, the explanation Chen Qing provided was that his status and position had grown loftier, and he feared someone might exploit his family to threaten and blackmail him.

The person on the bed sat in a daze, evidently not yet realizing that Jiang Xinoyu was calling him. With practiced patience, Jiang Xinoyu asked a second time, only to see the man raise his head and stare at her with a pair of bewildered eyes.

Mingyue understood the situation in her heart. Although the King of Qi held a glimmer of fantasy regarding Fan Ju, Fan Ju had only assumed office as chancellor last winter and had all along been preoccupied with purging the Marquis of Rang's faction, leaving no time to establish contact with the state of Qi. Otherwise, the King of Qi would not have worn such an expression. Today's proceedings were likely primarily a probe to gauge the reaction of the state of Zhao.

An elderly man sat on the edge of the bed, clad in a dark blue long gown, with graying temples and an air of scholarly refinement. He furrowed his brows slightly, a trace of puzzlement flickering in his eyes.

This blade, starting out as an utterly ordinary strike, gradually gathered momentum until it gave people the terrifying sensation that it could destroy heaven and earth. At that moment, Gao Fei's expression changed drastically, and Mr. Huo was no longer as composed as before.

According to Lord Pingyuan, the following counties they would pass through over the next few days—Lieren, Beiqiu, Qinghe, and Dongwucheng—all possessed manors under his name along the route. They could either stay overnight at those estates or have the resident stewards and chefs prepare food and deliver it to them, allowing them to journey out of the state of Zhao free from any worries about food and clothing, in comfort and style.

The guests in the adjacent living room watched in utter astonishment, never imagining such an event would occur.

Having spent the entire night awake, I pondered a great deal about Ximu and Siyi, ultimately concluding that I ought to preserve these feelings. Giving up without even trying simply did not befit my character as Tuyin.

Arriving at the safe deposit boxes in the back of the bank, the revolver slowly retrieved a cowhide envelope, said, "Thank you!" and turned to leave.