Chapter 276: All Thunder Techniques of the World Originate from Nine Mountains

At that moment, Xi Ze suddenly heard a faint sound and saw that not far away, Nan Murong had awakened.

Xu Ying naturally did not want a man to follow her to buy those private items; as soon as she got out of the carriage, she sent Gao Yuan away.

Hearing this, Xu Miao and the other two exchanged glances with each other; afterwards, Xu Miao stepped forward and gave Liu Ye some advice.

Xu Shu was stunned upon hearing this; then, with a bitter smile, he awkwardly cupped his hands toward Liu Ye and said, "My lord is joking; this subordinate only wishes to share your burdens, with no other intent."

Attached below was a photo, a picture of a weighing scale and spicy hot pot. Looking at the photo, I felt a bit sour in my heart. Because this place was where Zhang Mengfei and I used to go often; now, unlike the past, Zhang Mengfei and I have become such a relationship.

The man on top trembled violently under the blows of the objects, yet he kept his mouth tightly shut, making not a single sound. Zhao Qian heard the sound of bones breaking, the sound of clothes being slashed by a sharp weapon, the sound of wooden sticks snapping, and the roars of those men.

With a troubled heart, I walked out of the shoe store with Zhang Mengfei, then entered an ordinary shop; Han Rong and I each bought a pair of shoes, still a couple's style.

"You've reminded me; if I shout 'indecent assault,' your trouble will be great—see who would believe you?" Jia Mei said coldly.

Angelica immediately grabbed a handful from the rocky ground, picked up a stone, and threw it forcefully at Li Muyin; then that stone and Li Muyin vanished together, and it was unknown whether it had hit its mark.

Gao Yuan broke out in another cold sweat; he glanced sideways at Ye Junyao over there. She seemed not to have heard, still seriously playing with her phone.

"Even if I win, I'll eat it." The surnamed Fu Chen lowered his head, kissed her cheek, and slipped out with a grin.

Ahem, ahem... better not. I shivered all over. Playing in the police station? Only Li Dui could think of that. A place like the police station is just like a hospital; anyway, I don't want to stay long.

There was nothing around; a winding staircase lay less than five meters ahead of them. The dark edges of the steps resembled a giant beast's gaping maw, making anyone who glanced at them feel chilled to the bone.

The room was somewhat dim; only a sliver of bright moonlight spilled onto the floor, and Long Xiang was now curled up within that pool of moonlight, but beneath his body lay a large pool of fresh blood. Combined with such an atmosphere, it looked very much like filming a horror movie.

This was indeed a difficult problem. Ximen Jing could expel the spiritual energy within his body, but the rest of them were mere mortals with ordinary eyes and could not see the existence of spiritual energy. Moreover, up to now, the spiritual techniques Ximen Jing cultivated had shown no manifestation, so there was no way to perform them.

I looked deeply at Liu Mingcheng for a moment. I knew Liu Mingcheng had finally stopped playing taiji with me; the real matter was coming. It seemed my reaction just now had indeed achieved its effect; Liu Mingcheng no longer had the patience to drag things out with me.

Does this old fellow have a backup move? Doctor Li dared not slacken; while continuing to manipulate the blade, he focused his mind to respond.

"So that's how it is." Shu Qinqin finally understood what was going on; it turned out both of them had spoken the truth.

Zong Ziwen suddenly rushed to the front of the stage, as if startled by something, which finally drew Gong Nier's attention; the photographer's lens also turned toward her.

However, what Huanhuan did not expect was that no matter what methods she tried, she could not wake Yang Ye, and Yang Ye's body grew colder by a degree every little while.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses, touched her stinging cheek, and angrily pointed at Xi Xichen, her whole body trembling with rage.

Yan Xiaoxiao returned to her room, looked at herself in the mirror with a flushed face, and found it somewhat amusing. They had kissed many times already; why was she still so sensitive to such a goodnight kiss? Wuwu, the way she had just fled in panic must have been very embarrassing.

"Yes, my lord!" Tie Ya said, turned to go outside, and at the same time, his always-tense heart relaxed.

Bai Rong remained calm in the face of change; such news had no effect on him whatsoever, but Ruoxin still told him the truth without concealment. Only to prevent him from worrying, Ruoxin concealed the conditions she had exchanged with Prince Ying Ning and the matter that those four divine artifacts must be used to extend her life.

"I drank it; how could I secretly pour out the ginger soup you cooked? Before, it was because Jin Niang's cooking was too bad-tasting that I poured it out." Duanmu Anrui spoke well, but looking at the full bowl of ginger soup, he could only close his eyes, hold his breath, frown, and drink it sip by sip.

If Yan Xiuluo had not suddenly descended upon the Holy City of the Huang Clan—Troz, and challenged Saladin to a wager, forcing Saladin, after weighing pros and cons, to abandon the assault on the north, then the northern front line of the Asura Realm today would likely still be engulfed in war, and even whether the Eight Myra Clans could continue to rule the Asura Realm after the destruction of the Yun Clan remained uncertain.

Her gaze dared not leave the figure of Nangong Ming; she saw his body stiffen slightly, and on his cold, ruthless handsome face, unease appeared, followed in succession by anxiety and fear.

"The things that happened between you two, I understand roughly. Lin Mo, do not blame him for being ruthless; you yourself went too far." Yan Xiaoxiao wondered if she had said too much; after all, those were the private matters of the two of them.

"I always thought Zi Chen had someone do it." When she saw that endless scroll of ten thousand blessings, she was moved, but it was for Yu Zichen, because she could not believe it was truly done by the common people.

Surprised by his appearance in her heart, seeing the anxious and urgent expression on the person in the green robe, Ruoxin's heart stirred; she held onto the carriage wall and stepped down from the carriage.

Well, anyway, this has nothing to do with it; in any case, the reminders it should give have already been given; what else is there to worry about blindly?

The body that propped up its head was as thick as a washbasin, covered above with black-red, hard scales.

Footsteps that were neither fast nor slow slowly approached; Mo Nansheng turned her head the instant she heard the disturbance.

After meeting the mother-in-law and the Eunuch, the other party was extremely enthusiastic, but upon seeing her eyes, they immediately became so angry that they beat Hua Jinyu.

She spoke for quite a while, watching the black-haired boy bow his head and complete one problem after another, feeling very gratified in her heart.

As soon as they entered the main hall of the inn, Qian Ye had not yet had time to catch his breath when Chi Qing already appeared at the corner of the staircase.

I couldn't help but mutter in my heart: Why not just make a lighter fence? This house looks quite nice, but it's too laborious.

Only by toppling Gao Ping's backer and pulling out the very root of his wrongdoing would he no longer possess such great destructive power.

Recalling these things, she felt her heart swell with sorrow, swelling almost to the point of bursting her chest, yet it still beat there intermittently. Her face showed a look of bitter suffering; filled with deep-seated hatred, she secretly vowed: Ji Lang, I will kill Chu Tiankuo and avenge you.