Chapter 131: Wang Yulou Is Just a Dog, but in the Sect Master's Eyes He's Still the Wang Family's Little Qilin (10.8K, begging for mo

A clear, transparent stream flowed quietly through the lush, dense forest, and within its waters, two small fish swam together, keeping each other company.

Suddenly, a grey stone at the bottom lurched, and both little fish were swallowed into its belly.

It turned out that the grey stone at the bottom of the water was the little turtle's disguise.

This little turtle, without any parental teaching, still had remarkably strong hunting ability—likely the effect of bloodline and innate talent.

Wang Xian Zhou paid the price of losing a mid-stage Miscellaneous Demon realm little turtle—

Behind the three Punos, a few Cloud-Bold Soldiers still followed them step for step. Liu Tianhao couldn't help but snicker, but didn't let the three Punos notice.

"Now, you can do me a favor, right?" Lu Xia said with a fawning smile, his eyes filled with eager anticipation.

The moment these words came out, everyone burst into an uproar, each one stunned like a wooden chicken—such luck was no ordinary fortune.

She turned her head and stared at Lu Qi for a long while; Lu Qi gave her a nod, and she understood. What a feat it was for them to put on such a show together. Especially Yan Shao, who actually spoke so many words in one breath—truly rare.

He had always presented himself as gentle and kind, but once his expression turned cold and stern, most people felt like dropping to their knees to beg for mercy.

"Giggling, giggle giggle, idiots! Idiots! Idiots!" Guiguai had run out of the restroom before Yan Shao charged in. Seeing her companions taken care of by Yan Shao, she actually clapped her hands and called them idiots.

Liu Tianhao didn't care whether Xu Chu and Dian Wei were in the courtyard or not—he was just afraid of missing them, so he casually called out. But no sooner had he finished shouting than a group of people instantly ran out from inside the gate—who else could it be but Xu Chu, Dian Wei, and the others?

As the top university among the many institutions in Huaxia, the admission score of Imperial Capital University was enough to make some people shrink back in fear.

"No." After some deliberation, Li Biechuan still rejected Xun Qing's request to follow the army without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing Shen Li speak so shamelessly, Su Lan could only smile helplessly to cover the flutter in her heart.

Elephant Rush, Elephant Scatter, Elephant Combine—dozens of variations for each response, all thoroughly understood in his heart. Repeatedly deducing, dozens times dozens times dozens—tens of thousands of possible crises and responses, all crystal clear.

Ye Tian was already very surprised to see a first-grade talisman equivalent to those of the Cultivation World on Earth. After all, Earth was a wasteland existence; to be able to draw a first-grade talisman meant the talisman crafter must possess a certain amount of magic power.

Ruan Miaomiao frowned dejectedly—why did these two cat brothers always have to scare her whenever they met—Chapter content is being restored, please visit again later.

In her hand she held a pill the size of a broad bean, dark red and semi-translucent, looking very unremarkable. However, the guests seated in the front row could smell a strange medicinal fragrance; taking one whiff cleared the ears and brightened the eyes, soothing the spirit and mind, signaling the pill's extraordinary nature.

The Five-Colored Golden-Horned Bull, which had long since fled far away, once again collapsed to the ground with a thud, trembling in fear, shivering all over, bound by the supreme pressure as if about to shatter into pieces.

Seizing the opportunity, Feixue reached into her bosom and pulled out two pellets, tossing them with a flick of her hand—one landing beside the guard, the other beside Lin Ying.

At the same time, a golden ray of light shot toward the north of the Divine Kingdom, toward another stone tablet in the Garden of Asa—that was the true destination of this teleportation.

After the two left, Wang Meigong's face darkened as he drew a dagger from behind his back and tucked it into his sleeve, then walked inside.

No matter how hard Xu Heng pushed, the city gate merely swayed slightly, letting out creaking sounds; beyond that, there was nothing else unusual.

Once the company was acquired, many decisions would have to follow the Goose Factory headquarters, and many of the senior's ideas would likely be strangled in the cradle.

Unlike Hu and the others who passed the assessment, he didn't need Shirley Yang to pay him a salary—just a few words were enough to move her. And it made Shirley Yang look at him with eyes full of curiosity.

As the situation developed further, the strength of the troops displayed by the Eighth Route Army exceeded the Japanese army's imagination.