Chapter 470: The Possibility of Advancing to a Spirit Treasure! I Choose the Second Option!

"So, being expensive has its reasons."

Elder Fan Dong said this.

Lin Mo bowed slightly and said, "Lin Mo has learned."

At this moment, Pan Peng beside him also sighed in relief.

Although the repair of this Dao robe was not done by him, as the intermediary, if Lin Mo thus clashed with his master, he would naturally be implicated.

Fortunately, Lin Mo had high emotional intelligence and knew sincerity was the ultimate weapon.

This

After closing the editor-in-chief’s office door, he heard Ding Rong’s soft, cooing cries inside—enough to raise two layers of goosebumps.

As for foreigners, aside from a few representative figures, the rest were utterly powerless; despite their outfits resembling U.S. FBI agents, they were barely stronger than ordinary people.

If no outbreak occurs, that’s best; seeing this draw was clearly a carefully controlled outcome, it seems Yan Fang, even in his madness, didn’t gamble with his own life—yet now anger still rose, hard to quell.

Seeing this, Hashimoto Kenji no longer blocked those accompanying him, silently stepping aside to make room, tacitly accepting a resolution by force.

I gasped in pain, looked down—and damn it, if that had hit my cock, I’d be done for!

The earlier warriors didn’t take the two beasts’ corpses away; perhaps they found them unworthy, or didn’t want to waste time, or lacked a space-storage ring large enough to hold such big corpses.

During this process, Li Qiushuang’s gaze gradually changed—she thought of Chen Changsheng’s golden destiny soil.

Beneath his feet, a sudden jolt lifted his body into midair; as pure internal force surged like a vast ocean in endless circulation, a force enveloped the beast’s body entirely.

But this imperial-level indulgence is different: if you find one pleasing, one is fine; two is no problem; three… well, as long as your stamina holds, go ahead.

Content: I didn’t understand a single thing in today’s class. I don’t want anyone to bring this up. Noel sent me a private message today saying he actually understood everything taught—so I have nothing to reply to him. How ironic.

She rarely got such a chance to be this close to Shan Jun; he was always cold and distant toward her, speaking only of official matters, with no other communication outside work.

A moment later, Ying Yue’er finally relaxed. Whether it was due to the overconfidence of the Jingchi Sword Pavilion and the Changsheng Dao, or because of their reputations as orthodox sects, neither had left any hidden tactics on Li Ke.

At night, pedestrians on the street gradually dwindled; only a few shirtless big men remained seated at the opposite open-air food stall.

Xue Yan was pinned on the bed, too late to explain—she felt the sash around her waist suddenly yanked open, and screamed in shock.

"Miss Mu, don’t waste more time with him—just kill him outright," Luo Jin said to Qingchen, glancing at Yu Wuyuan, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

Hearing Chu Nan’s words, Fang Yunqing nodded, agreeing Chu Nan had some sense—better to leave here first.

As Qin Yafu lowered her eyes, she still felt Lan Haijun’s burning gaze fixed on her.

But the past was the past; back then, Nie Lingzhuo had Nian Chuanchen, and time passed easily; now, without Nian Chuanchen, every day felt torturous, and only work could kill the hours.

Tang Zazha had no good solution either, so he flattered: "Meizi, instead of finding your baby a stepdad, why not consider me?" He raised an eyebrow at Mo Wuantong.

He understood clearly: the Zhou family of Tianshui and the An Country Mansion held opposing stances. While Ying Chong’s great victory in the northern frontier delighted them, for the Zhou family, it was a genuine nightmare.