Chapter 308

LeTu Island, Zheng Fa and Zhang Shijie were watching the "National Health Checkup."

Xiao Yuying was probably also idle and had never seen such an event; she stood beside them, staring in confusion at the two long queues.

The queues were separated by gender, and at their ends were two courtyards used for examinations, where Mu Qingyan and others waited.

The most important were two disciples who had cultivated the "Dongxu Lingyan" — or rather, in the Xuanwei Realm, those who had cultivated the

Ji Kairui and Sun Yuchen exchanged a glance; they knew if they didn't act now, death was their only path. They were about to activate their supernatural abilities when something strange happened.

At the same time, Mu Ling formed hand seals again, and a transparent ancient seal instantly appeared in the hall, completely enveloping the space where Xiang Zhuang stood.

"I'm about to unleash my power — pay attention!" came the arrogant voice once more. The man flung his dagger past Xue Wanhu's fist, releasing it to strike directly at his vital points.

His handsome face, with its alluring narrow eyes, radiated a seductive charm. Such a demon-like man made her feel oddly familiar. After a moment's thought, she suddenly realized: his features bore a resemblance to the Wushuang Young Master; both were of that flamboyantly beautiful type.

"Clean this place up. Also, I know who hired these people to kill her." Chu Mohan's voice, cold as winter ice, made even the hot summer air send shivers down their spines.

"What are you doing?" Xiang Liang's deep voice boomed like thunder in the sky; his azure heavenly power surged outward, barely holding back the pressure of Zhuifeng's aura.

Master Mei still wore a look of fear, yet at this moment he made an action that left everyone puzzled.

Shen Wanyu handed Lan Jingchu the fifteen thousand taels of silver she had pawned, instructing her to find a better-positioned shop on Yongning Street. She then gave further details and took some silver coins from Qiu Zhu to help her find an inn.

I gave Da Tou a signal to bring out Liu Yidao's sleeping bag from the tent. Though I had no deep feelings for Liu Yidao, we had traveled together for a while; seeing the corpse with its skin peeling away, we all felt uneasy.

The person on the bed turned sideways toward Su Wan niang. "Didn't you say you had to pee? Staring at me like this — do I look like a latrine?" The tone clearly invited trouble.

Wei Ziyé roared in anger, raised his right hand slightly, and a crackling sound erupted from it — the power of the Thunder Principle.

After surgery, Wen Muyu stared at the man sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. She had always assumed that even if he liked Shi Xi, he didn't love her that much.

The Ninth Bureau ate silently in the corner. Han Jiatong and Meng Ta also remained silent.

The lake water in summer night still carried a chill; Yan Jiaojiao did not throw Bai Qianqian into the lake, but planned to dump her into a nearby cold pool.

Shi Xi had escaped three times, and each time someone had helped her — yet each time, Rong Sijing caught her again.

"A Feng, it's me!" Shui Yinchuan's expression startled, and she quickly said; then she hurled a ball of light and electricity toward the vengeful spirits about to enter the serpent's mouth.

After taking this pill, he felt a refreshing sensation surge into his throat; instantly, he felt much better.

In just a few seconds, the tourists lined up at Qian Chen's stall vanished entirely, all rushing to Isabella's stall.

Qi Zhiyan frowned, his gaze at Yan Jiaojiao burning with the desire to pin her to the ground and beat her senseless.

Last time he hadn't returned with his lord, missing the crucial moment when his lord successfully took up residence in Yunquan Kingdom's Yue Ting Shu.

At this moment, Xiao Fan's spiritual lake began to boil, gradually thickening and contracting.