Chapter 944: Feng Shui

Look at you once, and almost killed you?

Shen Qingsheng choked on his breath, his chest so constricted he couldn't utter a word.

Shen Shouxing gave him a disappointed look, then said solemnly: "Tell me honestly—have you been secretly learning something behind my back?"

Shen Shouxing naturally did not believe one could kill merely by looking at someone.

Mo Hua was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and so was his son.

Their cultivation levels were equal, and if one were to compare

"Master Gong's health has declined greatly since before; when he heard about Qiao'er's miscarriage, he said nothing. But he still—still holds a deep prejudice against Qiao'er," said An Jiu.

Qian Chen and Xiao Ye were talking, neither noticing Lemilia's strange gaze and constantly shifting expression.

When Westerners eat crab, the chef first cracks open the shell and places specialized tools beside it—eating it is far more cumbersome than using Tianchao's all-purpose skilled hands.

Originally, he had planned to tell Mama about the black-hearted witch bullying him, but now he decided not to tell her.

Mu Lingxi was somewhat moved, yet still smiled back at Liu Yan—no matter what, she refused to give up her dream of working at Minglian Entertainment.

I gave Hong Shuangxi a signal to follow me outside, letting Old Ma comfort Han Jiatong properly.

It seemed the three words this man had just spoken were not fabricated or deceitful, but… the truth.

He paused, glanced at Li Yun, who sat in the corner wearing a veil, then spoke calmly: "I know both my lords look down on my birth and have repeatedly harassed me—but have you ever considered what impression you leave on others while harassing me?"

Mo Xiuchen opened the black latticed carved gate; the courtyard inside was clearly a playground, brightly lit.

As for Xingchen, there was no problem on his end—but he had always lived in dread, fearing nothing except her leaving him, departing from his world, fearing her getting hurt—even a single hair strand out of place was unacceptable.

"Could this possibly be the Death God's weapon—the Judgment Scythe?" Su Xing trembled inwardly.

Without doubt, this was an ultimate power—only by transcending the rules could one accomplish such a feat against heaven.

In fact, all this was normal; the Haitian Training Ground had been developed for three years, and there were only about a dozen common trials—mostly sports like soccer, basketball, and baseball. It would have been strange if Lao Gu and the others hadn't trained the administrators in advance.

What surprised Xu Zhiyuan was that no information prompt appeared regarding the hunchbacked village chief.

When traveling outside, if lucky, they'd find a cave; if unlucky, they'd have to sleep under the open sky.

If things continue like this, who knows what they'll bring back next? They might end up collecting all eighteen weapons.

Due to downward motion carrying away some heat, the flame core shifts downward. Secondly, upward movement is due to altitude.

This tiger tally was essentially a central processor, capable of issuing many finely crafted troop deployment tokens.

At 3 p. m., Lin Feng continued his solo queue. At this time, some high-rank players and professional competitors had already woken up, so the matchmaking wait was short.

Eyes fixed on the blood-red eyes, his fingers slowly touched the rifle stock—the cold sensation made Li Xiu involuntarily shiver.

Andora wanted to earn the role through her own strength, legitimately and without criticism, and then participate in the film's production.

Master Zhongli glanced at the onlookers on both sides, thought for a moment, uttered this polite remark, and left.

Before Lu Jintian could speak again, Balasen's short staff began emitting a pale red glow—a crimson ray shot straight toward Lu Jintian's face.