Chapter 1099: Taotie

Mo Hua's expression changed slightly.

That long-unresolved "dream omen" suddenly surfaced again in his mind.

That day, while meditating on his life treasure, he inexplicably fell asleep.

After falling asleep, he had a dream.

In the dream, there was a majestic blue dragon.

Then the heavenly patterns shifted abruptly; something strange invaded his dream, causing it to crumble piece by piece.

The dragon roared in fury.

Yun Mengxue asked herself inwardly: she did not want Yun Zhiyuan to know of this, nor did she wish to add to her father's burdens.

Yi Xia felt as if a pie had fallen from the sky and smashed into her head—she was dizzy, utterly lost, not knowing what to do! But reason must triumph over emotion; this had always been her motto: there is no such thing as a free lunch.

He had already learned how to inspect talismans; he checked these hundred talismans and found only a few were ruined half-finished products—this result was quite impressive.

Though these Zijin Tianjian Men disciples were only Foundation Establishment, once their sword formation activated, their edge could not be lightly dismissed even by Golden Core cultivators.

Gao San life was tight and fulfilling; when Yi Xia held the college application guide in hand, she flipped idly through the listings of universities across regions, pondering how to leave this place without a sound.

The wound was small but deep—clearly the attacker had stabbed straight in, nearly piercing through.

The two male constables also boredly pulled grass to pass the time, each gripping one end of a blade, tugging to see whose would snap first; the moon peeked half-out from behind the clouds, Li Guolou used its light to open his pocket watch—he checked the time: eleven o'clock. Still no movement. Was the thief not coming tonight?

After riding one roller coaster, Yun Mengxue's already weak legs turned utterly limp, unable to bear her weight—her knees buckled, nearly causing her to collapse.

In that moment, he dared not draw near; his heart ached and panicked to its utmost limit.

The entire entertainment center was divided into several zones: the casino, bathhouse, and KTV were all concentrated in the original three teaching buildings, decorated entirely in luxury style.

Li Shaofan knew perfectly well what the old man was thinking—he wanted to recruit all those cultivators under his control. But what use were those he couldn't control? They were ticking bombs; if they exploded, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In his past life, he had spent years on missions abroad; even the commanding officers of his unit had praised his barbecue skills.

Lin Huan, who had been drinking and chatting with Ye Ye and others, noticed Song Qing's silence for a long time and finally asked in confusion.

Fang Chen waved his hand, looking utterly unconcerned. He thought for a moment, then flipped his palm and pulled out three third-grade apples.

But Xu Qing had apparently underestimated the speed of this person's burst—even if his body was still weak, his explosive power remained beyond ordinary imagination.

Wang Zongyi was flung several meters away, slammed into the wall with a dull "thud," then fell to the ground.

Suddenly, his acute perception made every hair on Li Shaofan's body stand on end—he didn't hesitate, stepping instantly aside as a sharp beam erupted, tearing a pitch-black rift through space.

If my strength were sufficient, I could cultivate the Pengcheng Wanli technique—then I could shuttle freely between the mortal realm and the immortal realm; this would be an enormous advantage for me.

"Did I say you could leave?" Zhou Tong, long enraged by being ignored, stepped forward and blocked the two in front.

The elder sister was murdered by a scoundrel; the younger sister, seeking revenge, underwent plastic surgery, went undercover, and killed the scoundrel with a poisoned needle—more dramatic and moving than any movie plot.