Chapter 236: Fierce battle with flesh and blood

"Sparring Dao techniques?"

Lin Chenran and the others' eyes lit up instantly, and they became interested.

During this period, they had been "abused" by Lin Mo and Yu Linglong in turns.

Every day, besides spirit cleansing, they basically spent their time deducing the sandbox.

But they racked their brains and couldn't think of a way to crack it.

Every time it reached the end, they were either overwhelmed by the ghosts rushing up and their formation collapsed, or they were ambushed by the Yin Child, or they fell under the hands of the Qin family's Grudge Woman.

The Wings of Glory on her shoulders circled and flew out, about to take action at the slightest disagreement.

It's just that now, he no longer had the firm idea of wanting to keep her by his side, because this dream was really too realistic.

Rushed directly to Dr. Qian's office. With the fire in his heart, he should have kicked the door in. But thinking about it, it was inappropriate. This person surnamed Qian actually had no connection with me. He was not a third party; back then, Baby Face changed her heart herself.

If the other party didn't like him and said something to the people above, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a matter of a few words; his official career would be considered over.

As they got closer to the valley, the vegetation on both sides of the road became less and less. In just a few kilometers, the scenery changed from a desolate low plain to a jungle with vegetation, and the road became narrower and narrower.

When the middle-aged male ghost, who was stunned by this terrifying family, reacted, Zaizai and Jiang Siheng had already left.

Not only that, after the countless starlight inside the sphere emitted light, it immediately dimmed, and then lit up again. Between dimming and brightening, it seemed to be breathing.

"Heh," Wen Xiang smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth; he didn't look the least bit embarrassed in such a harsh environment.

Niu Tou didn't make a sound. It did indeed slow down just now, as if it had some gratitude in its heart. It didn't launch a second collision at me. If I hadn't let it go just now, it would be a blind cow now.

Qing Yise looked at his work with satisfaction again and again, ignoring Zhong Fabai. He looked at the young judge again; the judge nodded but didn't speak.

The Lord God often paused the time of the ancient God of Devils, trying to make the ancient God of Devils die in self-explosion and forest dust. Now Lin Chen is paying him back in his own coin, also using the method of time suspension to deal with the Lord Jehovah.

There was only a simple bed, a table, and a chair in the thatched cottage. As soon as Wen Liang came in, he saw it; the one on the bed was just an ordinary soft pillow, not a porcelain one.

Yun Jiyang was silent again. In his heart, he really didn't want to use and calculate Qin Yiruo, but this matter was a trap from the beginning, and now, it seems that it is not easy to withdraw. If he really withdraws, Qin Yiruo will be hurt. So he needs more space for self-sedimentation.

Qin Yiruo also felt that this Dugu Meng's words were contradictory, but the contradictions were easy to resolve, so she didn't speak and continued to listen.

Lin Chen stretched his waist and saw a cold light pass through like a flying knife. Lin Chen knew that the Lion God would stop him at the gate of Shendan City and try to kill him. But by then, Lin Chen would let the Lion God know what a self-destructive way is.

Suddenly, a ferocious smile appeared on Ye Hou's face. He pinched his seemingly thin fingers and said eagerly.

"If there is something to say, say it; if there is nothing, go play elsewhere with Princess Phoenix," Yao Chong Shaobao also said unceremoniously.

In less than half an hour, Wu Qilang, who bought the ingredients, returned, carrying nearly half a cart with the meat and vegetable shopkeeper using a horse-drawn carriage.

The telegram was quite long; it was hard for the people in Myitkyina to send it, and it wasn't easy for Yang Fulin to receive it. Every time he sent or received a telegram, Liu Fugui was rejoicing that there was a telegraph machine at home; otherwise, according to the price of the telegraph office, sending or receiving one word would cost six yuan. Even if the family foundation was thick, it couldn't withstand the telegrams of hundreds of words back and forth every time.

Many things are not groundless. Liu Changfeng can be so supported by these people, naturally, he has his extraordinary aspects. ===== CHAPTER 237 =====