Chapter 1870: The Supreme Humiliation That the Human Race's Sword Dao Cannot Wash Away

This weed fled madly, escaping for countless tens of thousands of li, only then to self-destruct into a rice-grain-sized seed, burying itself deep within the earth and lying dormant there.

"Damn, it felt like a lot of karma was hunting me just now?"

"If I were an alien race... it seems it would be fine."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

From the perspective of fortune, the Heavenly Dao of the Human Race is now stronger than ever before; the entire endless universe and starry sky are the territory of the Human Race.

"Not bad, I think we can do it, let's try. If it doesn't work, we can always eat it ourselves." Since managing the doll workshop, Ye Zhi had become much more confident and would occasionally express her own opinions when discussing matters.

For such a long time, without Feng Ziqing's tacit approval, she would not have obtained such good resources; moreover, perhaps Si Xiaoyin was just wishful thinking, and the one he actually liked was herself?

He wore a hair-binding crown inlaid with jewels and made of purple gold, a dark vermilion gold-roc robe with creased phoenix patterns, and silver threads embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns on the collar, cuffs, and waist sash; a three-clawed golden dragon jade seal pendant hung at his waist, and he draped a snow-fox-trimmed, cyan-and-red dyed-gold sarira-skin crane cloak over his shoulders.

"Man'er, you are truly amazing. So many people, and uncles and aunts..." Ye Zhi praised Ye Man with a grin; if it were her, facing so many elders, she probably wouldn't be able to say a word.

"I accept the blessing. Goodbye." Zheng Xichen directly ignored Yan Yi and returned to his own office.

But thinking about it, money earned is meant to be spent; with wealth, one must live a bit better to have the motivation to keep earning, so he immediately decided to take all the fine cotton cloth.

Models make a living on their faces and figures; how could they possibly eat without restraint? In three hundred and sixty trades, every trade produces a champion. Although it is said this way, every industry has its own difficulties.

The man's voice was not loud, perhaps due to driving, and even carried a hint of carelessness.

The most classic tea-house dish of wine and food flashed through her mind—sliced beef salad, followed by the "Lai Shui" beef balls made from a double strike of mixed beef and fresh shrimp.

"As long as it is not someone I care about, I don't care what others think, but brother is truly an obstacle I cannot cross." Hearing this, Wu Hao said painfully.

For myself at present, actually, such a situation is also not acceptable.

"Look? Ground. Mountain range giant recognizes new core stones, regardless of whether used to forge equipment or as spellcasting materials, they are all very strong."... Everyone displayed their items one by one, all very high-quality, with names that rang like thunder; they must not be ordinary items. At this moment, the only one left without speaking was the terrified Wang Zhonggui.

Dong Xue Wusuan did not mind; since the item was out, mass production was merely a matter of whether the research effort was sufficient. Haotian did not have the time or energy, but with dozens of planes under his command and hundreds of millions of cultivators, he would surely find talent in this field. As long as this Mo Chen tea could be mass-produced, the demonic cultivators of every plane would have good news.

The Shengyang Flame Burning Phoenix suddenly ignited and descended, circling the disguised city lord's fourth grandson. He wore a black brocade long robe; the material was extremely rare, and one could only distinguish it by observing at close range.

However, these people also knew very well that since Su Zhuo had not exposed his identity, he must have his own plans, so no one dared to leak his true identity.

Wu Hao still thought Qiu'er was that innocent Three-Eyed Golden Maned Lion, but just now Wang Dong had seen something different through Qiu'er's proud eyes.

The Han Zhong Army's fierce general wielding the hammer, seeing that he had taken the lead and no one else had followed to seize it, was overjoyed. "Wah-yah-yah!" he shouted loudly, swinging his great hammer and pressing toward Huang Zhong. Soldiers from both armies, seeing the great battle about to begin, beat drums and cheered to boost their own generals, and the cries of battle rose to shake the heavens.

Several young men struck very hard; Zheng Hao curled up there holding his head, truly suffering quite a bit.