Chapter 180: Begging for monthly tickets, the extra updates haven't stopped — we're already at 459

Begging for monthly tickets, the extra updates haven't stopped — we're already at 459.

Shen Qingwu couldn't hold her back, but Qin Lianye had already stepped up onto the flower terrace. Qin Lianye was performing the White Ramie Dance, her white sleeves fluttering as she danced, famous for resembling a white swan in flight. The moment Qin Lianye struck her pose, the young masters below who had taken a fancy to her immediately burst into applause and cheers.

"The purple beast carried him toward a valley to the southeast — this is the last place he stopped." the black-clad man called An Jiu reported respectfully.

The moment Zhang Ruofeng said this, Tang Tian's mood beside him plummeted to rock bottom: Weren't they supposed to be going to learn how to drive?

Back in their own hometown, unlike in the cities outside, girls basically had to start looking for a husband's family by twenty-one or twenty-two; if they didn't marry by then, they'd be old maids.

Unless they were high-level professional trainers, very few trainers ever got involved in fields like thinking up move concepts on their own or type matchups.

No, no matter what, he had to leave some traces behind, so the police could follow those traces and successfully find the killer.

If he wasn't mistaken, these medicines had probably all been compounded by the other party personally. The other party wasn't very old, yet already possessed the level of a Junior Breeder — this left Tingshu somewhat stunned, and the sense of superiority in his heart was largely gone.

I tied the rope around my waist; Lan Linfeng then handed the rope over to Chu Ying and Liang Mi. After giving the two of them their instructions, he tied the other end of the rope around his own wrist and gripped it in his hand.

After explaining things to them, Lin Mu went downstairs. By the time he came down, Xu Jie's car was already parked at the hotel entrance.

The only two trainers who, in Tingshu's eyes, possessed real combat ability were both from the newly established organization "Judgment Council," and were core figures within it — respectively, former Champion Kona, who had retired and then returned to join the Judgment Council, and the handsome Mr. who had transferred into the Judgment Council from Interpol.

So the Ice Melon pitcher threw him all the way past the Seven Seas. Unfortunately, his path was blocked by this two-year-old ancient tree — Tall Tree.

No wonder the other party had been hinting at her all along, telling her to do some ideological work on her parents and arrange proper jobs for them.

Bai Xian wore a simple sporty outfit that outlined her slender yet powerful figure. Her single ponytail was tied high, with a few wisps of bangs falling gently across her forehead, swaying lightly with her movements.

Those factories were so broke they couldn't even pay wages; the workers were dressed like beggars, every one of them.

Having been punished for fighting by not getting a proper meal for two days, subsisting on only a bowl of porridge each morning, Fifteen took the banana and bit off a huge mouthful.

Wu Jingsheng had just chimed in a few times beside him when a burst of hurried footsteps came from far to near.

But Pan An had stockpiled far too much; even reaching level one thousand had only consumed about one-fifteenth of it.

At the base center, in the command room, a monitoring officer suddenly slapped the console and shouted excitedly.

He had thought the issue of his identity was something he'd only need to worry about later, but he hadn't expected to be spotted by an acquaintance on just the second day back — how was he supposed to explain himself?

Hua Yao was pregnant, so she was already popular among the islanders, being looked after with meticulous care.

Like a drowning person reaching for driftwood, the only thing she could grasp before her eyes was Li Jinyan.

"If you say one more word of nonsense, I don't mind cutting out your tongue. Are you going to take this medicine yourself? Or shall I feed it to you?" Mo Yan cut Mo Fengwu off directly, tossed out these few words lightly, and asked 'kindly.'

Just then, a bright-colored point of light suddenly darted into the water; Xia Aorui immediately fixed her gaze on that point of light.

After speaking, Ye Ruoshui teleported directly back to the place where he had been in closed-door cultivation. There were many matters he needed to carefully consider and mull over, and many things he was very concerned about — for instance, the matter of the Divine Sword.

He understood one principle: to control something, one must become familiar with it, understand it, get close to it, and let it accept you.

"You used death to threaten me into giving you three days, and I've already given them. Do you still want to 'force' mother?" Zhang Rong remembered clearly — he had told her in lip-language that if she didn't agree, he would die immediately.

Although this Thousand-Scale Divine Jiao was currently very stable, it was ultimately like a living volcano — no one knew when it might erupt.

Perhaps, through some subtle subconscious influence, had his attitude toward Gu Zhihan also changed, more or less?

He felt not the slightest bit of unease over what he had just done, nor did his expression betray a single trace of anything being off.

He was determined to get to the bottom of this reason, but when Jinxuan said it so casually, it turned out that Master Yifang had gone into closed-door cultivation as early as yesterday.

"Clang!" The Hammer of Destruction he had been gripping tightly fell to the ground, and he himself was completely unaware.

Not far from the temple, the slumbering Sky Sovereign turned over, instantly crushing all the towering trees beside it. This snake was simply too enormous — that incomparably massive body could probably wrap up the whale Lapras of Upside-Down Mountain.

But even so, the progress had already reached around sixty percent. As long as no special accidents like the supercomputer exploding occurred, finishing within the mission deadline was no problem at all — they could even finish well ahead of schedule.

Dressed neatly, concealing the prison uniform he hadn't yet changed out of, Yasa took advantage of no one paying attention to this side and immediately activated Extreme Heat to burn CP0's body clean away.

The matter of selecting consorts was handled entirely by Fan Ji; the matter of the granaries was handled by Qin Qian and the others. The weekend, on the other hand, was a rare stretch of leisurely days long missed — every day was either strolling through the garden or playing together with his consorts, quite at ease.

The hierarchy among the demon race was far stricter than humans could imagine; even gossiping about one's lord behind his back was a crime.

Not defending meant the Jin army's vanguard would suffer heavy casualties, but they didn't hesitate in the slightest — they immediately changed their mode of attack and charged straight into the rain of arrows.