"Since you are Avril, you'll have to come with us!" The security captain didn't even bother to explain.
They traveled by boat and car, and by the time they returned to Suzhou, the New Year had passed, and they had eaten their New Year's Eve dinner on the road.
Just as the few managed to persuade Li Banxia to pull back from the brink, a foul, fishy odor slowly spread through the damp, oppressive air.
He found his father-in-law, who had "snatched" Ning'er away from him, increasingly displeasing, yet he couldn't join their conversation.
A tall, extremely mysterious figure wearing a black mask and a black robe stood there, seemingly eternal and solitary.
Seeing that Pu Yangze and Yun Lingjing were merely looking at him indifferently, Wang Qian couldn't gauge their thoughts. He could only try to gather excuses in his mind to clear the Wang family's name.
After all, what the Black Dragon favored were generally beautiful, and powerful beings, with the best being both beautiful and powerful.
As soon as the words fell, everyone felt as if a gentle breeze had passed, and the restraints on their bodies vanished, but the oppressive feeling did not dissipate at all.
Because their time out was limited, Peter couldn't afford to let the old hunter rest more. He ran directly to the edge of the bed and spoke to the old hunter.
The group took twice as long as usual to return to the county yamen, mainly because the yamen runners on the periphery had to adapt to Yun Lingjing's pace, lest they disturb her thoughts.
Not long ago, he had just broken through to the fourth stage of the Spiritual Spring realm. Currently, he sat on the back of a flying white tiger, his eyes closed, immersed in a strange dream. In his dream, he was cultivating the Purple Crystal Divine Eyes.
An Ran's butterfly silk embroidery was nearing completion. The butterflies adorning the qipao, with their wings spread as if about to fly, were truly eye-catching, their luster like that of brocade.
This scene surprised me somewhat. Qin Yanran's eyes were filled with distance and coldness, as if this were not her father, but a stranger.
Reason told him not to act rashly towards her, but a voice in his mind kept urging him to tear her clothes apart.
Qin Xuan suddenly drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword from his waist and placed it against Feng Kun's neck, staring at him coldly.
The heart that Zhunti Daoist had been hanging finally relaxed. Although disciples at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm in the Western Teachings were rare, there was still a chance to contend.
"So annoying. If it weren't to redeem someone, I..." Qin Yan smiled bitterly, no longer paying attention to Emperor Xia, who was constantly watching him like a thief. He stepped on the still-bleeding King Liu and walked into the ruins, panting.
Qin Yan drew his black spear and turned back, tossing it to Qi Tian, "Thank you, Duke Qi, for your generosity." Turning back again, Xia Yitu was long gone, leaving only the scent of a nine-tailed fox.
Fu Jiusheng looked at Jun Yu before her, her heart filled with apprehension. Perhaps her brain had been kicked by a donkey for daring to ask the emperor such a question.
Only after he stopped speaking did Tang Wanzhi repeatedly nod in terror and retreat.
As soon as the voice on the other end of the phone finished, Yun Tianxiong's hands couldn't help but tremble. The phone in his hand clattered to the ground.
Abi couldn't quite believe it. She reached out and took the medicine, examined it carefully, and then put it into her Qiankun bag before answering Liu Ding Tian's questions.
"Xuanyuan Sword?" Yun Chen looked at the content of the text message and was instantly stunned. He had heard Qing Long mention the Xuanyuan Sword, which was the foremost of the Ten Great Divine Weapons of Huaxia, possessing infinite power.
In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed down the mountain and onto the official road, charging towards the knights who were still standing there, only a short distance of three to five zhang away.