Chapter 88: Making Contact, Heavenly Thunder Liquid, Conversation and Conditions (1/2, Three Thousand Words)

The sky-covering giant hand was severed, and powerful beings like Dark Soul True King were all seized by the statue and suppressed within it.

"Pfft…" Mu Zhao's chest was pierced through by the Dark Night Envoy's hand. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth, and his body went limp, falling backward.

It's the Young Master, the Young Master's poison is gone—wonderful! The Shadow Guards rejoiced. The taut string in Qingying's heart finally loosened; the Young Master truly never disappoints.

"Chu Tian, did you notice?" At that moment, Thieving Sky Beggar quietly sent a voice transmission to Chu Tian.

"It doesn't need to be too tall, six floors is fine. Young Master Huo Er himself said that this year the Huo family plans to invest in an outpatient building for us. You're the big boss of the H Group too—your money shouldn't be any less than the Huo family's, right?" Fu Han finally won back a round.

This lizard Reverse God actually sensed the few people beside Chu Tian, whose auras were terrifyingly powerful, and feared they might kill him in anger, which was why he told Chu Tian this information.

Chu Tian was helpless; the gap in strength was rather large. If things truly reached a desperate point, he would choose to cleave open space and escape. Otherwise, not only would he fail to rescue Takar and Hanmo, he would drag himself in as well.

We finally managed to snag a chance to eat. But it was boxed meals eaten in the car. Wang Fan's face was full of incomprehension—why couldn't they just sit down and eat a proper meal? Why the rush?

"Enough nonsense, I'll give you three breaths to consider." Chu Tian, however, coldly barked.

"Our opponents are over a thousand Huaying-period cultivators and four Fenshen-period ones? A bit troublesome, sure, but nothing impressive." Qin Zhentian suddenly said.

By the time of the Longwu Dynasty, matters in Lin'an City were mostly decided by the Su Wang Mansion, so this Grand Court Assembly was actually much quieter. Gone were the scenes from the Chengkang era where ministers argued until their faces turned red.

At this moment, Gongyang Yu's face was uglier than could be. He fixed Yu Liuming with a furious stare, as if only by boring countless bloody holes in the other with his gaze could he ease his emotions.

Just now, when the Dao Soul and the physical body were fighting over energy, Mo Song sensed it—his physical body's strength began to increase continuously.

"Shh!" A huge hole appeared on Xiu Feng's body, but it wasn't caused by my attack—it suddenly appeared on Xiu Feng's body on its own. Then the hole vanished again.

Having never experienced romance, Chu Ran was completely dumbfounded by this unfamiliar territory, with no idea what to reply.

At that moment a side-slip, his ankle twisted. Crack—a sharp sound of bone. He cried out in pain, clutching the bracelet tightly in his hand, unwilling to let go. There was no time to grab the handrail, and he tumbled down the direction of the stairs.

Arslan said nothing, walked to the 150-step mark. In a blur before the crowd's eyes, he had already nocked three arrows to the string.

"Fair point." Mo Song laughed and scratched his head. Just now, a flood of memories had suddenly surged into Mo Song's mind, and after spending an instant roughly reviewing those memories—or rather, images—Mo Song's disposition grew several degrees stronger, and he learned to conceal his true thoughts.

"How could that be? My little bit of money is nowhere near enough to repay your life-saving grace—please, say no more!" Alyssa hurriedly waved her hands. In front of passersby, Alyssa's behavior was quite strange: she was frantically waving her hands at a wolf. It didn't look quite normal.

Not long after Jiang Xuan left Lin'an, two riders on two horses entered the city through Lin'an's West Gate, slipping silently into the capital of Lin'an.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but honestly, it felt rather nice. He smelled so good! She nestled her face against his chest again, rubbing it gently, when suddenly a lazy, sensual, magnetic male voice came from above her head.

The moment the crowd heard the Zhangsun was not dead, they were overjoyed and no longer fussed over Mu Rongyi's rebuke.

Other places were one thing—local officials shirked their duties, greenwood strongmen were everywhere, and bandits and highwaymen waylaying travelers were commonplace.

He glared with bloodshot eyes, bent down and gripped his axe tightly. From behind came the startled cries of the sailors from Felix.

But after all, it was a hate-drawing matter. Whoever made that decision would be the chief culprit—in trade parlance, they'd have to bear the Cause and Effect.

The Nongqing Hui's light-weight fuel-tank was specially designed to deal with the Imperial auxiliary infantry that followed in their wake.

They truly were lucky—this whale was unexpectedly powerful. The Caitlyn had prepared rope three times the normal length, yet even so, this ferocious beast nearly drove them into a desperate situation.

Like eating Japanese tofu—where it's tender, it's truly tender; where it's slippery, it's truly slippery. Especially at a moment like this, there's no point pretending to be a gentleman. With a deft, elegant pinch of two fingers, and to keep it from slipping off, the fingers must lock tight—however rough it takes.

Clearly visible, his clothes were long since filthy beyond description, his disheveled long hair spilling over his shoulders. He looked as though he had endured some great torment, his expression agonized. Yet his resolve remained as before, not yielding one bit to Nangong Jue's ruthless torture.

The temperature of her face far exceeded the heat of her body. Lin Baimei's body was like a piece of carefully carved jade—cool the moment it touched the hand, so fine one wanted to hold it in one's mouth, its texture smooth and tender, juice flowing between the teeth. One longed to bite down hard, yet couldn't bear to use force, and could only nibble gently.