Chapter 396: Taking an Apprentice?

Lin Jing felt that this kind of nesting doll was indeed terrifying!

However, the key is that although the Eldest Senior Sister is a half-demon, it is impossible for her to give him a contract. Besides, he himself also feels it is very strange.

However, after this thought was generated, it made Lin Jing want to try it crazily.

Let a cultivator who practices the *Beast Taming Art* contract another cultivator who practices the *Beast Taming Art*, and then let this contracted *Beast Taming Art* cultivator go and contract another *Beast Taming Art* cultivator... and so on repeatedly.

He suddenly felt it was ridiculous; he couldn't even say "then let's give birth to it" uprightly.

Her parents' "earnest teachings" along the way accompanied her as she stepped onto British soil. The motorcade drove slowly onto the road. From afar, she saw the scope of the Li Manor, looking at the towering trees and guards, making people feel like they were in a different world.

Gan Lu, in a light yellow tracksuit, blinked slyly, then continued to stare at the two figures in front without relaxing.

This lie was made up without needing to be drawn; it was all round. Just as Hu Da was about to feel happy about his quick wit, Lan Yue'er's question once again brought him back to his original form.

But now, he had no regret medicine to eat. For the current plan, only by preserving his life could he preserve the status of his power.

He looked toward her. Obviously, they were so far apart that they shouldn't have met eyes, yet she felt that he had locked onto her gaze at the first glance.

She looked up and saw Emperor Jianning was already in a dragon's rage. She stopped struggling to pull back her hand that was gripped in pain, letting Emperor Jianning hold it like that, and silenced her voice.

At ten in the morning, the port sounded its whistle. The dull tail sound drifted into the sky, escaped into the island with the sea breeze, passed through the lush banyan forest, circled the stilt house a few times, took away the dullness permeating the sky above the machine gun bunker, and finally drifted into a hallway of a residence in the residential area.

It's not difficult to investigate Gan Lu and her family's affairs, but the people who would deliberately arrange a slanderous exposé at this moment... can be counted on one's fingers.

He still respected those old traditional Chinese medicine practitioners; after all, they made contributions to traditional Chinese medicine education in that era, but these descendants were a bit excessive.

Su Fu's face changed color, and his heart was in a panic. Could it be that the act they put on along the way to bluff, making the Zhao people feel that the Yan Kingdom could still fight for a long time, had all been seen through?

A massive amount of questions were asked one after another. He was too lazy to answer. Half of these media questions had traps. Answering well is what should be done, but if one answers wrong, who knows how all kinds of rights and wrongs will come out.

Lin Jiajia nodded and walked in, but Fu Yiyan was sitting in the reception hall. He didn't know what he was chatting about with Fu Shijin, and his face didn't look good.

While thinking of this strategy and using Tian Jia, Ming Yue also had to be psychologically prepared to take responsibility for her.

Of course, others couldn't feel the old man's heartbeat recovering. It seemed to have some effect. Chen Feng performed CPR again, and the old man's body moved violently again following his hands.

At this time, he smiled somewhat disdainfully, very wantonly, without any intention of covering it up.

In the dream, Song Cheng came back, holding the child and smiling at me, saying to me, "Youyou, look, the son looks like me."

Jiang Xinyu naturally knew that the one speaking was the gem in front of her. With such a strange appearance, and it wasn't talking to herself, she could naturally guess it. It's just that what she wanted to ask was what the true identity of this gem was. And a gem could actually talk; this was too fantasy.

Madam Fu's death had always been a taboo between them, and they had tacitly not mentioned it since they met again, but this was a thorn after all. They couldn't enter marriage with this thorn; it was too dangerous, and the instability was too high.

After taking two deep breaths, Kim Jong-kook still hadn't gotten rid of his nervous psychology at all. His hands were extremely unnatural, looking so awkward.

Following the flow of people, Zhuang Xia walked into the core thousand miles, suddenly feeling his body sink, as if a mountain were pressing down, suppressing his cultivation, making it difficult to manifest. ===== CHAPTER 397 =====