Jin Chengwen could only lower his head again, stammering, unsure what he was saying.
These events became three still photographs, constantly cycling in Xi He's mind. And Bo Erjin and Sui Chi, they had arrived at the worst possible moment, severely delaying his plans. Now, it was time for everything to end.
A gentle breeze carried the blueprints to Li Lingyi's front. He quickly reviewed them all, committing everything on them to memory.
"Who are you?" Tian Xuanzi's voice trembled as he looked at the familiar yet strange reflection of himself, unsure how to speak.
The Three-Eyed Demon King understood clearly that the two of them had committed a monstrous crime and naturally could only flee to Xihe Niu Zhou to take refuge.
They had thought that with such a lineup defending Yingyang City, it was foolproof. Today, they intended to leave Jun Wuhai within this city.
Even more infuriatingly, halfway there, the cart pulling the high platform developed a problem and urgently needed repairs. Thus, Yang Yi and Princess Sophie stopped to wait. Yang Yi was so unbearably sleepy that he leaned against a tree and dozed off, only to be woken by the four guards on alert. Glancing over, Princess Sophie had also fallen asleep.
Every time they reached a village, a market, a town, a knight's manor, a city… the young and melancholic, though blind in one eye, still devastatingly handsome young bard would sing the Song of the Dragon Knight to the people.
Who exactly was this Yue Rushan, to make these three snakelike, rat-like scoundrels so apprehensive? Could he be a demon?
"No matter who comes, this fairy will drive them away. Moreover, you are a smart person, you should know the saying that the monk can run, but the temple cannot." Ling Yin Xianzi revealed another smile and threatened.
"I'm not either?" Tian Ming could hardly believe his ears. He had clearly died, so how could he not be a soul?
The jade stone that appeared before everyone, although its volume was not comparable to the one from Shi Guosheng, was transparent all over, and its quality was definitely better than that one.
As Ning Xi's intention moved, the demonic fire rising from his hand began to flow back into his palm, finally disappearing completely.
What a boring game. Chess was an elegant skill, and this fellow was playing it for fun. Su Qingmeng regarded the game of Gomoku, as Ning Xi called it, as a desecration of Go, and couldn't help but curl her lips in disdain.
The vital energy expelled this time had a very dazzling seven-colored radiance, appearing even more striking compared to Lin Feng's vital energy before.
As Lin Feng ventured deeper, combat fluctuations were clearly felt ahead, along with Li Liang's occasional shouts. Clearly, they had encountered danger.
As for military officials, they couldn't even dream of it. If you asked them to take up swords and go into battle, they might not hesitate, but asking them to answer questions, well, that could only be a呵呵 (heh heh), for no other reason than they were strong in limbs and simple in mind.
At this moment, Chang Bai suddenly realized he had overlooked a very important issue, which was Lin Feng's age.
Not only them, but many guests had also arrived. Seeing Luo Jun's handsome posture as he stood up, a round of applause immediately erupted on the grass.
The next morning, after breakfast, Situ Xing personally escorted Shen Xue to the gate of the Qiao family's old residence.
The five Japanese experts who had been freed immediately rushed over, desperately resisting the hundred disciples brought by Tao Fei, buying time for the Japanese and Korean judges to break the illusion array.