Chapter 69

Because of this, for Shuiyue to actually say that Qinchuan possessed a hint of that man's demeanor was elevating Qinchuan far too much. To call it merely overestimating him would be an understatement; it was practically unmitigated flattery in disguise.

"Exactly, if you want to take my mother as your adoptive mother, I have absolutely no objection!" Hu Baizhi chimed in from the side.

He looked around. The five phantom projections surrounding him were glowing; having just condensed into a shield, they had blocked the majority of the golden divine sword's attack and deflected its trajectory. Otherwise, he would have been split in two by that sword right now.

Mu Qianqiu in the private box was almost excited enough to stand up, leaning his upper body halfway out as if trying to get a clearer look at that piece of ore. Upon hearing Master Feng's words, Han Yi silently thought that things looked bad, and in the end could only offer a bitter smile.

However, Mo Ran broke through it effortlessly, and with Xixiang by her side, no illusionary realm could trap her.

Therefore, whether they could arrest people under other pretexts, and whether there was any room for maneuver after making the arrest, was the crucial point.

Cai Fengyang and the others were extremely excited upon hearing Ye Tian's words, and even Liu Bin was thrilled. He knew full well how powerful this set of fist techniques was—it was comparable to his own Life-Claiming Sword Technique. How could they not be excited?

With a casual, effortless grip, he reduced a branch to powder. Tao Chun could not help but nod slightly. Perhaps in the eyes of an outsider, it seemed plain, but he could naturally tell that Jiutian possessed an extremely profound mastery of fundamental techniques, and the fineness and evenness of the powder were exceptionally well-executed.

Lihuo looked at Hunluo in astonishment, only to see Hunluo's hand sweeping across the neatly arranged potted plants. A wisp of purple Qi brushed past, and those flowers withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the era when Jiang Ziya conferred the gods, the Domestic Animal Immortal managed to achieve immortality through his own penetrating Daoist magic. One had to admit he was an extremely unorthodox existence, which also showed how extraordinarily high his cultivation talent was! At that time, the status of the Domestic Animal Immortal was almost on par with that of Jiang Ziya.

Relying solely on his intuition, the snake zombie had already judged that this incoming giant roulette was by no means simple! He hastily shifted his body violently and pushed sideways through the air, narrowly dodging the roulette.

Unless the master was killed and fresh blood was dripped onto the treasure to recognize a new master, the treasure would not change its owner and submit to a new one.

These people had all come to witness the trial assembly, but their primary purpose was to see what this security force was really like. Were they truly government troops? Did what they said about abolishing imperial grain and taxes actually hold any weight?

The giant python was hit quite heavily by this fierce punch. Realizing that this human was not simple, it gave a sudden roll, and its entire massive body sank into the molten lava, disappearing from sight.

This time, Chekhov was well-prepared, so with a sudden leap and a sideways dodge, he narrowly avoided the attack.

A police car cleared the path ahead, the prison van carrying the escaped fugitives rode in the middle, and the prison van carrying Hao Jun brought up the rear.

Having said that, Sunuanting paid them no further mind, strode out of the barracks, and headed toward the drill ground.

Yu Luo suddenly remembered that Misaka Mikoto's best friend and roommate in Academy City seemed to be Kuroko, right?

She was wearing a gray vest, layered with a pink knitted cardigan over it, unbuttoned, with both sides of the cardigan hanging open.

"I don't have any objections, but you didn't consult the Phoenix-Fox Beast's wishes. After all, it is a battle beast of the Immortal Fox clan and has its own thoughts. If it is unwilling to become your battle pet and you force it upon it, staying with you in the future will bring you quite a bit of trouble," Long Xiaofeng kindly reminded Leng Manyan.

I naturally agreed, and felt much more at ease after doing so. With Luo Qiankun's help, many things would become simpler.

"Alright, say no more. Tomorrow, send this child away tomorrow. I don't care where he is sent, but he cannot stay in this household." Old Master Qiao clearly disagreed with such a matter.

In the subsequent pages of the diary, Ye Qiuzhen clearly remained unreconciled and made some further predictions concerning Zhou Yan. She did not state the experimental results again; one could only tell from the exclamation marks and question marks in the diary that her mental state was becoming increasingly abnormal, teetering constantly on the edge of a breakdown.

The old fisherman uttered a low shout, and the fishing rod in his hand abruptly lifted. With a crisp, clicking sound, a human figure flew in from over the courtyard wall and plummeted heavily with a splash into the lime pool.

And this momentary distraction of mine was seized by Qin Tianzhan, whose hand gripped me like an iron clamp. I simply could not break free.

The swirling snow continued to fall, blanketing everything in white. The range of visibility was less than five meters, rendering almost everything indiscernible.

The scabbard fell to the ground, exposing the sharp blade. I couldn't see anything clearly except for a flash of cold light, and a streak of blood splattered against the villa's pristine white wall, leaving a deep fissure gouged into it.

The street was utterly dilapidated, worlds apart from the prosperity outside. The drainage system here also seemed somewhat problematic, and the clerks sitting in the old shops along the sides looked as though their faces were plastered with the words "forced buying and selling."

It was not until Wanqing and Qiao Jinfan had departed that the deep red curtain behind them was brushed aside by a large hand, gazing gloomily at the figures walking away together.

Yun Qingwang turned back to look at Qishan Mountain. Under the moonlight, the white snow blanketing the mountain cast a silver glow, carrying an indescribable eeriness.

"How is your dragon blood supposed to be activated?" Hearing Long Zixuan say it himself, Song Qiyucouldn't help but feel far more excited than when Cang Lan had told her earlier.

Seeming to receive the murmured complaints of the viewers in the bullet comments, Yeluo Yun suddenly stopped the continuous writing and drawing on his paper.