Chapter 310: Technical Support, The Next Me

Watching Xiao Yuying leave, Zheng Fa turned his head again to look at the deep pit on the ground; the surface of the three-legged cauldron within was densely covered with cracks, seeming ready to shatter at a touch.

The spiritual fire had extinguished; Yuan Shijie, her face pale, sat in meditation to restore her spiritual power.

The disciples of the Artifact Refining Group were somewhat dejected, heads bowed, daring not to look at Zheng Fa and the others.

Zheng Fa, however, spoke: "You have done well."

Several disciples could not help but look up in confusion, gazing at Zheng Fa, only to see that indeed there was no

Wuwan Bo was responsible for setting the general policy, while his duty was to carry out the specific execution; this was his task.

There is a wonderful thing in the martial arts world: the more intimidating the nickname, the more ordinary the Wu Gong often is, especially names like "One Spear Pierces Nine Dragons" or "Divine Blade Iron Arm," which sound more like street performers selling tricks; true masters and sect leaders, if they adopted such a name, would surely make people laugh their teeth off.

What exactly is this Tang Chenghao, why is he so strong? And he can even raise ghosts, making ghosts obey his commands?

I listened carefully to what the aunts said, thought carefully, yet could not figure out at all who did it.

That man had a physical disability and an extremely twisted psyche; he would beat Jiang Er'nu at the slightest provocation, beating her until she miscarried, then blame Jiang Er'nu for failing to keep the child and beat her even harder.

Although not entirely clear, everyone present seemed to understand the computers in a vague way; these matters were not something they needed to understand.

"There were two countries that were hostile to each other in their struggle for spheres of influence, eventually leading to a great war between both sides. Since both sides had been fighting each other for decades, one could say both wanted to annihilate the other's country," Xi Meng said; what he described was actually Germany and the Soviet Union during World War II.

"Young Master Wei, this is Zhang Dabiao, a famous expert within our Jinyiwei; therefore, I have selected him to serve as the captain of your guard," Xu Xianchun said, pointing to this burly man as he introduced him to Xi Meng.

But after thinking for a moment, I had nowhere to go; Qingmei did not come to find me, and going out would accomplish nothing; the villagers seemed to avoid me as if I were a plague.

This time, the eldest uncle did not have the panic from before; although fear still flickered across his face, he was much calmer compared to before.

Although the two had lived together before, this was their first time holding a banquet to formally marry, so Su Xiao was still very reluctant.

Immediately, he walked toward Huang Yuntian and the other two; he wanted to chat with them to see if he could discover why the other party could ignore the restrictions of this world's rules.

The calm, jade-like warmth and the suppressed, noisy ferocity on Zhong Ye's body vanished, replaced by a pitch-black darkness, bottomless, waiting to devour people.

In a place unseen by Xuan Miao and the other two, a thick mass of Yin Sha energy gathered above Fenglan City, faintly carrying a trace of demonic qi.

Mingxi's guard, relying on his skill in Cuju, had been tyrannizing people in the capital; Li Qu had been thrown into a high-security prison simply for offending him.

Neither pepper nor Sappan wood were produced in the Great Ming, or were produced in extremely small quantities; pepper was a precious spice, while Sappan wood was a type of Chinese herbal medicine.

"What's wrong?" Athena possessed no abilities in daily life, so she could feel nothing.

However, now that Luo Ming's identity and status had these protective measures, he was not very afraid anymore.

That time, scars were left on her body; regardless of whether they were real, they could now be used to deal with Su Zi.

Tang Chuxia looked left and right, wishing she could see through the atmosphere between them, but alas, she could not understand it at all.

After reading it, Ye Mingchu nodded, then began explaining to Peng Qiaoyun the issues to note when using this spiritual technique, along with a host of key points.

"Hiss~" As the cold seawater washed over his knees, Wei Liheng could not help but draw in a sharp breath of cold air.

He Yuehua chose a twenty-square-meter shop; the clinic focused primarily on acupuncture treatment in traditional Chinese medicine, while also offering diagnostic services.