Chapter 1150: Body Cultivator Mo Hua

The man in charge of hiring on the ship was an overseer with two thin mustaches and sharp eyes, sizing up Mo Hua.

"You… want to be a guard?"

Mo Hua nodded.

The overseer asked again: "Are you a body cultivator or a qi cultivator?"

Mo Hua said: "Qi cultivator."

The overseer replied outright: "We don't hire qi cultivators."

Mo Hua blinked in surprise. "Why?"

The overseer said: "Hire a body cultivator—he's tough-skinned, strong-bodied, and sturdy."

"Frances! A glass of wine for dear Piss!" "Yes, Mr. Blyde!" came the voice from the neighboring village as Mr. Blyde shouted first.

"My lord, are you satisfied with your new residence?" the old butler on the phone immediately asked upon hearing Chen Jun's voice.

Upon hearing Xiang Yi's words, Dian Wei's eyes flashed a sudden glint of cold light, then it vanished.

Tang Wu shrugged indifferently, copying Wu Ji's unruly demeanor to about sixty percent. He knew his task: to shield Senior Brothers Du Zai'an and Zhu Lei, to drain the enemy's combat strength—in plain terms, to be cannon fodder or a sacrificial pawn.

Ku Mu La suddenly stopped, pulled open a nearby door—it was exactly where Lin Shao had eavesdropped earlier, only half a day ago—and now the place was eerily silent, its disorder the only sign of its former state.

After shouting for a long time, no one came out, no one answered. Hua Baogui gave a signal, and a group rushed inside. Less than a minute later, the men who had rushed in were thrown out exactly as they went in! Fortunately, they were unharmed—not a single arm or leg missing.

They retreated to the "Realm of Spiritual Beasts" controlled by Taowu, gathering their remaining forces and using the Realm of Spiritual Beasts as their base to resist the advance of the Changping Alliance.

Qi Yun's Eight-Nine Mysterious Art transformation technique grew increasingly subtle and unfathomable as his qi cultivation, body cultivation, and spiritual sense advanced. Though the Taihao Clan Chief was a Transformation Realm cultivator, how could he possibly distinguish Qi Yun's form beneath the thick veil of boundary fog?

Thus, this time, the King's target was Ceuta, not the wealthier Tangier.

Lin Shao raised his sword; no one noticed the fleeting flicker of black light along its blade before it came down hard.

Even if he entered the threshold of spatial primordial law in a short time, he could never fight Jiao Jiao.

While waiting for the traffic light, a car suddenly slammed into Shen Ye's vehicle from behind.

He posted this online—he reversed his past disdain for An Nan, describing in shockingly exaggerated terms how powerful she was in battle, and even attached a video as proof.

Other jewelry companies, due to cash flow shortages, could not compensate customers immediately.

"Mom, I'm going out." Li Ruoxi didn't promise Li Wanru she'd definitely bring it back, not wanting her to harbor hope only to fall into despair.

The Golden Man casually tossed Ye Chen a thousand sword weapons; Ye Chen briefly examined them and found none were even law-based true weapons.

I can protect Dong Yun and intimidate Carlo—therefore, I am Dong Yun's true boyfriend.

A streak of gray radiance surged from the depths of the cosmos, brushing past Tianji Emperor. Tianji Emperor sensed danger—every hair on his body stood on end. He instinctively abandoned Mu Yao and spun around.

Gu Jingyan's voice fell silent, as if adjusting his emotions or pondering something.

Upon rebirth, she tirelessly wove one net after another—trying to trap others, and to weave a protective net for herself.

Gazing at the brief numbers on her phone screen, his entire head suddenly exploded—unprecedented agony erupted instantly, slamming into his brain.

If we were in the same social circle, I earn six thousand a month, you earn six thousand a month—I don't know anyone earning a hundred thousand a month; could you possibly know someone like that?

Now Gao Mingyuan has sprained his foot and knows he set the trap; under normal circumstances, he definitely won't come back.

Lin Jiaying feared Cheng Xiaoxiao would target them, so she sent Liu Li to wait at the palace gate and directly escorted them to the Eastern Palace.

To be fair, Hong Fu is the best sparring partner—no matter how much you improve or what techniques you use, she can match you, never risking injury, and she improves alongside you.

One white covers a hundred flaws; with robust qi and blood, every cultivator is tall and athletic. Whether their face is handsome is another matter—their physique is absolutely superb.

As he walked ahead, he suddenly heard Liu Liuguan say behind him: "'Yi Gui' are always like this—destined by fate, yet unlike the future; not born of this place, yet surpassing it."

Most other examinees in the exam hall had successfully prepared their test papers, but many reckless ones had damaged their thought-paper and lost their eligibility.

The room didn't look like a prison—the floor was laid with natural wood, slightly worn but spotless; the walls were painted a warm light blue, and opposite the cryo-capsule hung an elegantly designed chandelier, its lights alternating as they descended.

He had dinner downstairs, then came up to keep her company; he didn't see her in the room, the bathroom door was open, and no one was inside.

Huangshan, of course, angrily cursed and refuted Zhou Ying's seductive words, cutting straight to the point: Zhou Ying's true aim in absorbing the universe was not for the countless beings within it, but solely for his own selfish desires.

Yesterday Li Yuan killed nearly all the generals of the Da Ning Empire; these two dukes were spared, because to win over these prisoners, these two dukes were still needed.

Reviewing the surveillance footage, the murder scene was clear: the red Santana drove past Tang Jing and Pig Bajie, stopped a kilometer away, gestured wildly with a half-truck driver, then drove off again—and that half-truck was the one that hit Zhu Young Lady.

Luo Ping's domineering words rang in the assassin's ears, causing everyone's faces to turn pale.