Chapter 313: Online Concept, Archaeological Preparation

Xiao Yuying stopped talking — when it came down to it, she had contributed plenty too, alright!

Why should there be a ranking of greater and lesser!

Zheng Fa pressing down on her head was one thing — she had genuinely lost to him — but Zhang Wuyi…

She refused to accept it!

Zhang Shijie, however, went on: "If I want to send you a transmission talisman, I only need to alter these few talisman diagrams…"

She held the Flying Immortal Brush, and several golden patterns appeared in the air.

"These talisman diagrams actually store

Qi Ran buried her face in Song Yi's chest, rubbing against his clothes, trying to hide her tears.

Thinking of this, he looked again at the situation before him, and An Changqiu also carefully began to lower his gaze, beginning to look over.

The Chang Xi in his heart was perhaps not so perfect; he did not care what level of cultivation she might reach in the future, nor whether she was the Yuan Lord of the Eastern Wastes — the one he loved was simply because she was Chang Xi, nothing more.

Such power, even Changxing's Mu Tiannan, that political rising star of the Mu family, regarded with extreme wariness.

The Han family did not let those who had come earlier to pay New Year's calls enter the valley, yet now invited them into the valley — this showed they truly did not consider them outsiders, which greatly lifted their spirits.

These service staff did not hesitate at all, quickly retreating out; they did not wish to disturb Yang Sannan and the others while they ate.

All the netizens had been following the internet closely; after these announcements came out, they had been watching all along, and upon seeing that in the end there were still four passengers missing, their hearts immediately sank.

Compared to the heavenly momentum Mo Feihong had stirred before, this daylight was even brighter, as if it had plunged the entire East Cloud City into broad day; at the same time, thunderous booms shook the heavens, without pause.

Countless scrap steel and bricks salvaged from demolished buildings were hauled nonstop from the northern city, dumped beside the printer, then loaded by bulldozer operators into the construction printer's storage bin.

"I remember when I first met you, you were only this big!" Li Hao gestured with his hand while steering his flying sword back.

Moreover, this style of dance differed from the common styles of the Great Yin, and paired with Xiang Silan's accompaniment, it was simply breathtaking.

Then, fist after fist, one after another, came straight at his tender, fair-skinned face.

"Nothing to say — this porcelain box was fired too poorly, it doesn't even count as an antique, just a craft piece; in our department store, it'd sell for at most ten yuan." Old Lady Geng was the first to voice her opinion.

These past few days the situation changed suddenly; the long-brewing heavy snow finally fell, and the temperature plunged to well below zero.

Ever since learning what sort of people the Chu imperial family were, his Lady had been jumping at shadows.

Liu Dawei glanced at it — now his own artists could hardly save themselves, where would he find the mind to look at others' pushed messages.

The man rose and left; that lonely, sorrowful figure made Su Mucheng's heart clench instantly, and almost without thinking, she chased after him.

He was really just putting on a show — after all, compared to Jiang Hai, he was far too different in both build and strength.

The originally sweet, delicious food in her mouth instantly turned tasteless as chewing wax; in her mind kept flashing the speed at which she had replied to Ye Sheng's message — how eager and longing it had been.

Jiang Fang stomped on his stomach; Fan Tong cried out in pain and took the chance to fall to the ground, his eyes glazed with a dazed look.

With the mindset that one must risk the cub to catch the wolf, he unhesitatingly stood before Yueyang Tower and began expounding the essence and key points of several secret fist arts of his own Character-Forming Sect.

A faint light glimmered in Shinmyou Kaori's eyes, but in the month since her father's disappearance she had already hired many detectives, with no leads so far, so she did not dare to place too much hope.

However, she looked somewhat weary now — not only her, but everyone present wore the same expression; it seemed that after they had entered the illusionary realm, many things had happened at the academy.