Chapter 1962: Wisdom Too Keen Brings Harm, Deep Love Shortens Life

This heaven and earth fell completely silent.

All sword cultivators gazed here with reverent fervor, looking at the dust covering the ground—the traces left behind by countless gods of the present world who burned themselves to death.

Great confidence arose in many hearts.

What if the human organization is chaotic?

What if the internal strife of the human race is cruel and intense?

As long as an invincible genius appears, the human race will still be the master of the endless starry sky; these so-called chronic ailments are merely a bit of wind and frost, what do they count for?

When the Liao envoy brought the ears of the Great Song soldiers up to the main hall, Zhao Zhen's sorrow lasted only a very short time before he focused his attention on the topographical map of the sixteen prefectures of Yan and Yun that the Liao people had presented.

Almost everyone was extremely surprised, yet the Truth Sect Master, who had already defeated his opponent and come to watch the battle, showed no reaction whatsoever.

Undoubtedly, for Qing Fenghan, besides physical wounds, the spiritual trauma was also very heavy.

When domains collide, the stronger domain will crush the weaker one open. Although the four elders of Yuan had stacked their domains together, facing Jiang Wei's Dao domain, they truly had no confidence in withstanding it.

Burning the soul to the limit carries a huge cost; in just a moment, it could burn Liuyi's soul to nothing. Liuyi dared not waste a single second, so he rushed directly toward Jiang Wei.

"It's fine, I just need to finish the work; I don't mean to target anyone," Wang Junjie replied naturally. This was indeed his true intention; even if he was just coasting at Zhongtong Company, he still had to fulfill his obligations.

"How far can you drive with so much oil?" Yazi didn't understand cars much, but he could see that this car definitely couldn't cover such a long route now.

"I already said I don't know the names; how would I know who they are!" Watanabe Yoshihiro couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The Xingyi Sect had no impression of this person, Tao Tianyou, but internally guessed he might be Tao Youzhen, a disciple recently missing from the sect, using an alias. However, since this was never confirmed, that side did not make empty boasts, only saying that if the timing was appropriate, they could plead for leniency.

Lance took a sip of the red wine, which Fan Daner had left behind when he departed; the taste was not bad.

In their headphones, they were still chatting idly, while she continued to "write" these few lines of poetry with a blank expression, over and over again.

Up to now, Lin Feng had done two things that broke the law: one was beating up a corrupt old man on a bus, and the other was teaching Chen Yong a lesson. Regarding the incident with that old man, although it was quite impulsive at the time, it was because that old man was truly unpopular.

Chen Guo looked at Ye Xiu in surprise: "How many years have you played Glory?" The card is dead, but people are alive; the card has ten years, but people do not necessarily.

Before arriving at Petit Jamain's side, when Jemino accompanied Kuji Naoko to call Yang Panpan, he was actually shocked to hear Kuji Naoko tell Yang Panpan that no matter how much money Yang Panpan had in hand at this moment, she must listen to her and join her in betting on the French team to win the championship.

Looking at the figure of the sword immortal in blue robes and white garments amidst the wind and thunder, even the Alchemists' Guild exploded into chaos.

Xia Hanmo's heart had never beaten as violently as in this moment; not only did a blush appear on her pretty face, but her light blue eyes also revealed a joy and satisfaction she had long cherished.

Bishop Landell had just finished listening to his subordinate's report when the roof above him was suddenly torn open; cracks appeared in the steel-reinforced concrete walls, exposing them completely to the air, and sunlight shone directly down from above.

Half a day later, Qi Yuan regretfully discovered that his guess seemed incorrect; apart from becoming a bit thinner, Qi Yan was not affected in the slightest.

The two arrived at the Technical Section with practiced ease; Su Wan was holding a bowl of freshly prepared instant noodles, preparing to write the autopsy report.

The reason they came was because they were entrusted by someone; this restaurant, which is about to open, is a partnership between Ma Guangming and another chef.