52 Marking

Just as Lin Qianhua was about to get up to investigate the supreme powerhouse of the Heavenly Realm who had bestowed such a great favor upon him, two more consciousnesses entered his spiritual world one after another.

After sending a red envelope to Li Shiyao, Qin Lu told her to call Dong Lijun over. As for what Li Shiyao was thinking, Qin Lu had no way of knowing.

With an apologetic look on his face, Lin Qianhua left the private dining room and waited quietly at the entrance of the Lejun Restaurant for Li Yun'er to arrive. The restaurant's security guard politely asked Lin Qianhua if he needed any assistance, but Lin Qianhua waved his hand to indicate that he needed no help.

The location of that black sphere was directly in front of the rectangular long vat. At this moment, the sphere was also covered with several cable-like objects, which wound horizontally and vertically around every corner of the sphere, while the other ends of the cables were connected to the giant long vat.

With two crisp, clashing sounds, the giant rat blade was snapped into two sections, while the Flaming Rose remained completely undamaged.

As he thought about it, Lin Bai suddenly realized that perhaps resisting the novice trial was not difficult at all for his current self?

Who could afford not to give Shaolin some face? Besides, since this bloodshed had been quelled because of Shaolin, no one truly came looking for Shaolin to exact revenge.

"You mean to say, the Pym Particles, you actually managed to make them? Oh my goodness!" Su Mo's large eyes seemed to glow as she looked at Qin Lu, her hands unsure of where to place themselves.

Although Tang Feng felt a pang of reluctance, Tang Qianrou was ultimately the one in the wrong. Even as the master of the Ultimate Sect, there was nothing he could do.

Lu Renjia had been the prime example back then. Look at the various ministers by the Third Prince's side; Yang Jian and Su Xun had strongly backed him in the past. Although both of them were neutral now, when the moment of choice truly arrived, they would undoubtedly still support the Third Prince.

However, Yi Feng still felt a lingering unease in his heart. What good would it do to lift the curse within the Heaven-Slaying Sword? He would still be trapped here just the same. Moreover, his journey to the Nine You Abyss was to petition the Lord of Space. Yet, even if the Lord of Space were willing to help him, how could he possibly wait around for him to seek him out?

Ghost Fox also knew the situation was perilous, so he dashed wildly to the side, heading straight for the monk Sansheng.

Consequently, he gave orders for the boss of the Tianyou region to dispatch all men and thoroughly investigate every solitary fiend within Tianyou. Especially those foreign solitary fiends; not a single one was to be spared, and it would be best if the culprit could be hunted down. Even if the person could not be found, one had to be framed through torture to take the blame.

Real Person Yuxuan was actually anticipating it secretly, wanting to see what method Ye Qingli would use to make him relent.

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The Blood Wind Valley was located a thousand miles east of Xuanzhen City, and the Lin family's stronghold had been established right there. Although it had not yet been officially recognized by the system because it had not undergone a stronghold defense battle, everything in the stronghold was already properly set up.

Upon hearing this, the stern-faced heroes realized that no such thing had happened, and they collectively turned their gazes toward Murong Qingyin, waiting to see what explanation he would offer.

As this armored figure charged toward Yang Tian, the circular disk in his hand suddenly flew out, rapidly disintegrating in mid-air into countless circular thin slices that spun swiftly, enveloping Yang Tian.

It was not until she pushed her movement technique to its absolute limit, causing every meridian in her body—save for the hand taiyin lung meridian and hand yangming large intestine meridian—to feel as though they were tearing apart from pain, that she let out a long breath, navigated through six consecutive turns, and then leaned against the wall of a corner to pant heavily.

The grim-faced man glanced sideways at Wei Chi's stooped figure, then looked at Feng Xian's pale face, swept his sleeves in disdain, and brushed past them sideways without even sparing an extra word. Passersby saw that the mole-faced man lacked any backbone and that the grim-faced man had walked away so easily, feeling that it was all rather uninteresting, and dispersed one by one.

"The same Water Curtain Heavenly-Illusion, could the one released by Ah Peng be this special? Have any of you ever heard of such a thing?" Zhou Canglan asked curiously.

Even though alcohol cannot wash away a thousand sorrows and instead leaves one feeling that "raising a glass to drown sorrows only deepens them," people drink for the process itself: it burns the throat and warms the heart, not immediately numbing the nerves and reason, but slightly shifting one's attention elsewhere.

Long Meng took a slight step forward, releasing her entire aura. Although there was no substantive explosive force, it still caused those demonic beasts to retreat a dozen steps in unison.

"Your name, your identity." Su Ying took a sip of tea, her expression calm and indifferent, seemingly not expecting an answer.

Which of his eyes had seen her taking a fancy to Youning? How could he ever think of entrusting her entire life to him? Could it be that he had overheard some idle gossip?

Xuanze covered his eyes, quickly retreated, and shut the door properly. Remembering the scene from just a moment ago, his face flushed red and his heart pounded once more.

"What happened? Does anyone know who is here to cause trouble? Central Commander, quickly lead men to patrol the camp and see if there are any other accomplices hiding within!" a middle-aged man clad in armor shouted loudly.

However, Linka could no longer bear Wang Zhipeng's caresses. She began to emit soft, involuntary moans, her body twisting slightly as if trying to escape that tickling, tingling sensation.

That night, Zhao Shenping's injuries were fully healed. Accompanied by the fish demon, he tracked all the way along the demonic aura of the Pig Monster.

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It was already miraculous enough that those five gourds still hanging on the vine could emit a fragrance; how could they all look like a bunch of foodies?

However, although the sky looked somewhat gloomy, it did not seem like a thunderstorm was brewing. Besides, it was already autumn—crisp and clear—so how could there be thunderstorms?

"How to save them? Of course, waiting until all your younger brothers are born to go together is the safest bet," Zhao Shenping muttered to himself.