Chapter 234: Standing on the Shoulders of Dripping Water Venerable, Wang Yulou Saw the Distance

Looking at Wang Yulou in the hall, the female cultivator's brows curved slightly, following her unfolding smile.

"Husband, Little Fish has always been here, waiting for you at Dripping Water Cave."

It turned out that affection and tenderness did not require complex proof.

Where did you go? I am there, waiting for you there.

If Wang Yulou were merely a fifteen-year-old boy with his first crush, being so firmly chosen by a beauty would probably make him leap for joy.

But he was not fifteen.

Lanlan shook her head to indicate it was fine; at this point, whether to kill or recover Taiwan no longer mattered, as long as Zhou Yu was safe, even if she died once because of it.

The leaders of the Music Academy, one by one, wore solemn expressions; they could not imagine that a celebratory gathering would result in such a major incident.

The next moment, Zhou Yu opened his eyes; he felt no pain, so he instinctively opened them.

Wang Mo was surprised; the wind from the air conditioner seemed to have grown stronger, carrying snowflakes and scattering them throughout the room.

Zhao Min, in the center, hearing everyone's conversation, also hated the disciples of the Corpse King Hall hiding in the shadows; the person she had long admired had died right before her eyes, and this grudge could not be shared with heaven and earth.

After they left, Xue Mingcan went to find Shou Bo. Shou Bo had been pulled out of a pile of corpses by his great-great-grandfather. He was already eighty-one years old this year.

With his hands crossed against his forehead, this Patriarch of the Holy Blood Sect prayed for the first time in recent years.

Actually, such gatherings were mainly to strengthen bonds, eating, drinking, and chatting together; no one truly went for the sake of tasting the cooking skills.

In reality, Wen Mei was also a very lonely person, just like the protagonist Wang Mo, someone so introverted they were unwilling to contact others.

Sparrows on the utility pole flew up all at once with a boom; the tiles on the roof began to scorch. The black cat had long since disappeared; looking over, the reddish flying tiles seemed to evaporate heat waves, blending seamlessly with the blue sky.

Other team officers all relied on Zu Ming, which was truly stupid to the extreme; Meng Ren had long since investigated clearly that Zu Ming's participation in this battle was merely borrowed by Zu Zhe from his mentor Quan Mei, and he would likely enter seclusion to break through to the mid-stage of Jin Dan after returning to the Nine Nether, leaving no time to manage these fellows.

After crossing the rope bridge, Bai He drew a gleaming blade from his waist and, aiming at the rope chains before him, began to chop fiercely with a clanging sound.

Since the ambush at Ba Jiang River last time, Zhao Lang had been separated from Liu Cui and others; he never expected to meet them at this very moment.

This crab monster was merely an ordinary cosmic creature; how could it withstand a wisp of Lin Qing's killing intent entering its body? After today, even if it did not die, it would spend its life day and night in fantasy.

Uh, it seems the Author has gotten better at padding; the topic unconsciously went off track, so now let's return to the main subject.

"Now I send you on your way." Tang Ning ended Nasri's life with the Mosliang dagger.

Finally, Lin Qing moved. He slowly spat out four words; the Xuanyuan in his palm thrust out, striking straight ahead without a shred of flourish.

Yan Shun pulled Ma Qiang to a stop; Wu Da, accompanied by Jiao Ting, followed the constable's lead and headed out the door.

The next day, it was still the same time; Wu Da arrived on time, neither early to appear impatient nor late to deliberately play hard to get, just right.

"Brothers, today we set out for the border pass braving the severe cold; are you afraid?" Wu Song's voice was booming.

Furthermore, White Tooth also suffered a great blow; for a long time afterward, it should lie low, at least within the Four Great Kingdoms. This time, it was not just the loss of personnel who participated in the battle, but also because this method of attacking cities had become so extreme that it terrified anyone.

Here, the cold wind howled in rage; devastation was everywhere, with corpses littering the fields and blood floating the shields. Everywhere were broken soldiers and cracked armor, with war horses neighing. A battlefield, this was a battlefield! The two stood dumbfounded; the Nine-Layered Heavenly Palace was truly very strange.