Volume 1, Chapter 46: We Can't Die Here!
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Fairy Hongchen has escaped!
Bursting into loud laughter after fleeing from Ye Feng's sea of consciousness.
"Ye Feng, ginger is always hotter when it's old!"
"So what if you are a mere Qi-condensation cultivator who happens to be a bit eccentric?"
"I admit that you are freakishly strong for the Qi-condensation stage, but I, Fairy Hongchen, am not a soft persimmon for you to squeeze at will."
"Aren't you extremely powerful?"
"My Lord, does your subordinate need to carve out a bloody path?" Xiahou Yuan directly proposed to Lu Chen.
It was that grounded feeling of someone who was a friend when times were good, a friend when trouble struck, and someone who would definitely remain a friend through thick and thin in the future.
Within a radius of several zhang, everything was plunged into a sky-full of raging flames, completely obscuring the condition of the few people inside from those outside.
A carriage slowly drove into the stables of the Blue Mill. Two people stepped down from it: the one in front was an elderly man with a white beard and hair, yet he possessed only a left hand; the one behind had a lean figure and wore a charming, endearing rabbit mask—they were precisely Old Cat and Robert.
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To be able to see the black Qi without the aid of the Heavenly Eyes shows just how intense the resentment of this filthy entity was.
Young Master Du was already bowing deeply so that his face could not be seen, but the flush burning the tips of his ears betrayed his current state of mind.
Gu Yufei nodded. The Gu family was now nothing more than a hollow shell, its interior foul and chaotic. Once she took the token away, she would rebuild a brand-new Gu family in the future.
"You've encountered a malevolent spirit, and that thing is extremely powerful—it wants your life!" Sister Damei said with a solemn and mysterious air.
"Why are you suddenly asking about this?" Gu Chuanjiu asked, noticing the somewhat strange expression on Qiao Maomai's face.
Yet, owing to the true teachings bestowed by her maternal grandfather's secret manual and reinforced by the single breath of spiritual Qi from a carp transforming into a dragon, her obsession was exceptionally strong.
People from Shuandu love playing mahjong, a fact renowned throughout the entire realm of Huaxia. For an old man like Liu Shun-chuan, playing late into the night was merely routine, entirely normal.
The protectors were startled. Having awakened not long ago, the Wise One had merely informed the two of them that the Matriarch had gone missing without explanation. Since the feud between the Jinling aristocratic families and the Heavenly Palace had temporarily drawn to a close, he had temporarily shelved the matter. Now, seeing the Emperor's abnormal reaction, a flash of insight struck him, and he instantly recalled this incident.
After the scarf-wearing girl finished speaking, I myself felt as though my brain had been flooded with water, yet I had anticipated that she would ask this anyway. After all, in everyone else's eyes, I was simply the image of a hoodlum, probably deemed someone inherently incapable of having anything to do with studying.
Although he was a player for Wigan Athletic, this was actually the first time Ling Feng had ever come to this place. He usually did not come here for basic training, only visiting the stadium on match days to get accustomed to the pitch.
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"Y-You are Lingxiao?" Qiaciao Xiuying's voice was filled with anxiety and worry.
The call was hung up just like that, leaving the helplessly bewildered Second Brother and Advisor Wu to continue their helplessness right here.
Clenching his fist tightly, Hao Nan crushed the demonic core in the palm of his hand. Instantly, a vast torrent of heavenly primordial Qi surged into his primordial core.
This was already the evening of the fifth day since their return, and everyone had gathered once again at Li Xiaoyi's home to enjoy this moment of leisure.
Tang Meiyu looked at him calmly, yet inside she felt a surge of vexation, thinking with self-reproach: How could she have failed to realize before that Zhou Zhe was such a selfish and volatile person?
At this time, the Dragon King of Wansheng had gone goodness knows where, leaving the entire Dragon Palace managed jointly by the Nine-Headed Bird and Princess Wansheng Yueying.
Everyone loves being praised; Qi Liantang burst into a smile, his curved brows bearing a striking resemblance to those of Qi Lianchen, though Qi Liantang's facial features appeared, overall, considerably more handsome.
Faced with the calm and poised Xiao Yumiao, Shangguan Yuesheng's previously suspended heart gradually settled, yet she still shoved every single medicinal pill Xiao Yumiao had produced back into her embrace.
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