Chapter 43: Laboratory Legends
The four of them hurried to the second floor, only to find the corridor filled with thick smoke and accompanied by flickering sparks.
Hastily covering their noses and mouths, Ji Yuanyuan coughed heavily and muttered, "Good grief, is Lord Laozi refining pills in here?!"
Several zombies came running, howling hoarsely, and Jiang Yao raised her wrench and smashed it down.
The other three also hurriedly dispatched the rest of the zombies.
Hearing the commotion inside, the person stopped throwing bottles and shouted aloud, "Is anyone out there?"
Ji Yuanyuan
Zhao Xiaoqian was the son of Prince Wu, Zhao Hao, while Zhao Hao was the son of Emperor Yingzong of Song, Zhao Shu. Mathematically speaking, he was a legitimate cousin of the reigning Emperor Zhao Ji, and was therefore conferred the title of Prince of Jinkang.
After returning to the court in the second quarter, the Magic played rather sluggishly, and both Sun and Howard looked somewhat out of spirits. Coincidentally, Shannon Brown of the Cavaliers also took the court at this time, a guy who could always ignite the entire arena.
The most shocked were the brothers Zheng Feng and Zheng Yu, who stared blankly at Zhao Hao upon the imperial carriage, their faces filled with utter disbelief. Perhaps, whether they admitted it or not, that youth they once fought against in Jiangning City was now someone whose back they could only gaze at from afar, forever beyond their reach.
Once the existence of the Western Continent was verified, given its wealth, the first thing to change would be the balance of power within the Chen faction, and only then the nation's.
随后，原本肃杀阴森的树林里，响起了一阵婉转如黄莺般的歌声。
Zhao Hao could not be bothered to pay him any attention and was about to leave with Zhao Fujin, which infuriated Cai Xiu. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding domestic slaves instantly surrounded Zhao Hao and Zhao Fujin tightly.
"Let's skip the small talk and deal with these fiends first!" Venerable Xiaonan was an impatient man, and as soon as his voice fell, he struck.
Moreover, Wei Baogui's wife had clearly been waiting for him at the Arden Hotel beforehand. The reason why Wei Baogui would bring his wife along while doing something so dangerous could only mean that they were birds of a feather, both implicated in the crime.
Right in the midst of the battle, his gaze pierced through the turbulent ripples of the fierce combat and landed on Gandhi's angry face.
Amidst the shocked expressions of the players and the miserable looks of the Divine Blood Army like "I am the Fourteenth Emperor," all five hundred members of the Divine Blood Army were killed once, without a single one being spared.
Regarding the tall youth's words, although the skinny disciple did not nod, he wore an expression of it being only natural, seemingly already deeply convinced of the rumors circulating within the clan.
Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and a week passed. The three of them had also completed the upper tier of their body-refining cultivation techniques. The remaining middle and upper tiers required matching various precious medicinal herbs for herbal baths, so they had to temporarily stop.
The Emperor of Haichuan was already sixty years old, yet he still looked like a man in his thirties or forties.
The assembly proceeded in silence, making the otherwise faint sounds appear particularly clear. None of the three wanted to break this sudden silence, each lost in their own thoughts regarding the intentions of the Free Federation.
"Sir, long time no see." One of them cupped their hands and bowed to the scholar. That person had a face like a jade crown, a fair and clean smile, dressed in white, holding a paper fan, possessing the very bearing of a gentleman—just as the saying goes, whence comes the gentleman's air, brought by Ye Feng's fan.
Jiang Dongyu walked within the abyss, gently touching the cliffs of the abyss with his hand. His Heavenly Eye, Immortal Eye, Heart-Connecting Eye, and Oblivion Eye opened simultaneously, attempting to deduce the secrets of the abyss.
"You want me to throw the match and not win too easily, so he doesn't lose face," Ye Feng said with a grin.
"That's right, it was that rain when Reynolds appeared at the tranquil nunnery." The Abbess narrowed her eyes, unsure whether her eyeballs were dry from keeping them open too long or if her state of mind was still unsettled at the memory of the Daoist priest's divine might.
Hearing this, the crowd stopped in their tracks, filled with anger yet hesitating. This was the style of the Kyushu Dynasty—extremely domineering, simple, and straightforward.
"Demon-Subduing Fist!" Jiang Dongyu roared. This punch carried the weight of eight hundred catties, which even an uninjured Zhang Ning would find difficult to receive head-on, let alone now that Zhang Ning was poisoned.