Chapter 203: The False Immortal Feng Baobao

「Master, have I done something wrong? Are you going to fire me? 」

The woman looked thin, with a round face and big eyes, wearing coarse cloth shoes on her feet, dressed quite plainly.

Su Qing sat on the chair, glanced at Ba'er Jie who was fighting with mosquitoes, shook her head and smiled, saying: "It's not your fault; I have something to do and must leave here. Rest assured, I initially said I'd give you one silver dollar per month, and although only ten days have passed, I count it as a month. I will pay your wages, and also give

The beastly director's drug was potent; Mengyao whispered in Lin Fei's ear, and had already kissed his earlobe.

However, facing this level of "domestic violence," Wang Lang had grown somewhat accustomed to it, so before long he started being dishonest again.

The colonel originally thought the dog-eyed lackey coming over wanted to beat him up; this lowly wretch was feeling pleased inside, but upon realizing it wasn't so, he also felt a bit awkward.

Dragon chants and phoenix cries rang out, accompanied by a cyan whirlwind rising from below, gradually sweeping the entire heavenly pillar of the great road.

Pangu's divine axe, when it opened the heavens, evolved into several supreme treasures; now fallen into the hands of the Three Pure Ones are the Pangu banner and the Taiji diagram, two innate supreme treasures. If the Three Pure Ones can fully activate these two innate supreme treasures, even a sage could not test their sharpness.

The important figure didn't want to see the duck in his hand fly away like that; personally taking action was the primary choice. No one could substitute his role, especially since entering the dragon cave might encounter many surprising things, with danger and gain coexisting.

While waiting for Ye Haoran to see clearly what mountain this was, he had already stood on the summit, and Huafeng beside him had also fallen to the ground, sitting on the mountainside rocks without any elderly bearing, silently gazing down at the mountain peak.

The snow spirit lives in the boundless snowlands, never accepting any subordinate clans, expanding its own strength, quietly accumulating its power, guarding its homeland.

Fang Hui felt that all the techniques and martial arts he had previously studied surfaced again from his mind; these insights and experiences swirled around him, merging together, giving the formerly clueless Fang Hui, who had no idea how to create a technique, a starting point.

Hearing droopy-eyed say that, Wang Lang also didn't turn his gaze toward Hong Fei and Yingzi; without guessing, he knew those two also had to "wash clothes".

But he also knew that if it were really him in their place, he probably wouldn't even get a chance to strike before being turned to scraps by a Golden Immortal like Chitian or Juedi.

As long as they are paid, he dares to kill anyone, even the state president; as long as the money is there, they dare to act.

Just like the world of the ancient wilderness thousands of years ago. The eternal, lingering decadent music comes from all directions.

What's frightening is that Jiang Fan clearly carries nothing on him, yet in the next moment the Wandering Dragon Dagger appears in his hand; this sense of the unknown makes her feel very afraid.

Jiang Fan's tone was extremely solemn, making Qin Yan blink again, somewhat puzzled. But because she trusted Jiang Fan completely, she still nodded, indicating she understood.

That morning, the wind was not strong; snowflakes fluttered down from the sky. The Snow Eagle trudged back through the snow, arriving outside Suwu Gate, and lifted its forepaw to knock on the door.

Hearing that somewhat familiar sound, Jiang Kairan blanked out—bang! He was instantly killed by a single blow from Yu Hao, not a headshot.

When Sima Qian was about to leave, court eunuch Li Fu came to deliver the emperor's edict, and he and Li Ling knelt together to receive the decree.

The Six Great Sword Sects obviously didn't know that the Sword Gate's sect master was actually a master of the Death Realm; otherwise, the Sword Gate's standing among the Six Great Sword Sects would surely be much higher.

However, what impressed Chen Hao most was still this Qin family patriarch's decisiveness to leave at a moment's notice. Like them, overseas Chinese who strive abroad, they understand trade-offs and act without procrastination.

All that could be seen was that Fang Duchen's hand no longer had any trace of the "strange stone"; accompanied by a series of "gudong" sounds, he finally realized what had happened and raised his hand to grab the yellow-haired big dog in front of him.