Chapter 387: Dao Fruit Evolution, Immortals Exist in the World!

Tang Lingwu's words nearly shattered Zheng Fa's skull; objectively speaking, even Xie Qingxue's understanding of the Dao Fruit was likely vague.

Even a Soul Transformation elder was like this when it came to Xie Qingxue, a genius of the Wu Sect.

Tang Lingwu, merely at the Foundation Establishment realm, actually dared to claim she understood what the Dao Fruit was...

It truly left Zheng Fa astonished.

Perhaps seeing the expression on Zheng Fa's face, Tang Lingwu's voice dropped slightly; puffing out her cheeks, she said, "Maybe... maybe..."

After leaving Changbai Mountain, Lei Xing manifested; originally a piece of stubborn stone, the Lei Xing Decision talisman had both enlightened and bound him, granting him spiritual wisdom and forming a spiritual consciousness, yet unable to transform into a physical shape, he could only appear in the form of spiritual consciousness.

At first, when those ghosts saw the ghostly flames ignited by Mo Ran, confirming she was a ghost, they felt nothing unusual; people died in the village every day, ghosts were common, she just seemed a bit unfamiliar—could she be visiting relatives in the village? If so, she was even more pitiable.

Since he had not paid attention when Ni Lingwei dialed the number, he held serious doubts about the other party's current behavior, yet deep in his heart, he harbored a faint worry, fearing the phone call was indeed genuine; what result awaited him, Qiu Xiangdong simply dared not think further.

The three arrived at the bedside, where Dai Ji lay under a thin quilt; after more than twenty days of recuperation, his pale complexion had begun to show a slight flush of ruddiness.

Life is a play; everyone is acting; if you offer false sentiments, I certainly will not respond with a true heart.

Could it be that my attitude wasn't obvious enough? Or do they think Hua Xia has lost its dignity for so long that anyone can come and cause a disturbance?

Seeing that she truly intended to prepare food, several staff members, while slurping their own plain, watery noodles, watched Nan Shu deftly begin mixing the ingredients.

Moreover, due to Pang Pang's extraordinary contagious ability, You and Xian Siwa followed close behind, blocking Chen Wen every day and demanding he tell stories.

Didn't becoming vampires make us immune to that thing? Why are we still injured like this?

Although that person had already left, Ma Xiaohua's face remained filled with disbelief; having served in the military for many years earlier, he had never encountered such a bizarre individual; with no heart and a severed head, yet still alive, what exactly was this person? Perhaps only the term "demon" spoken by that person themselves could describe it.

Long Mobai had thought he would enact a son-in-law drama in this world, only to find himself embroiled in trouble instead.

On the contrary, the master of the sea of consciousness held absolute initiative; if this were spread abroad, it would surely make people laugh their teeth off.

As time passed, Zhang Heng saw that the numbers on the board had stopped increasing; knowing they had reached their donation limit, he stepped forward, preparing to announce the results.

Hearing this, Zhang Heng also felt he had lifted a stone only to drop it on his own foot, but since his buttocks had already been beaten, there was nothing else for it.

Lou Yanxin watched the retreating figures of Zhu and Lan disappear, a hint of an amused smile floating on the corners of her mouth.

In everyone's eyes, Fang Yang had already reached the highest realm of a simp; how could there be any grudge or grievance between the two of them?

Song Zhu, a sensational figure in the grade, who had famously pursued Mu Jiangting vigorously for an entire year.

Under such intense exercise, Sheng Hui appeared remarkably calm; far from turning red in the face or thick in the neck, he did not even pant heavily, looking as if he were strolling leisurely through a courtyard.

Wang Meitu did not know the names of the staff inside; people came and went, swapping out to pour her drinks and tea countless times.

Moreover, he had indeed identified a major crux of this project, so for now, he could only agree first and deal with the rest later.

All the vines were tangled together, so thick that there was no way to dodge; every single bullet would hit its mark.

This simply did not resemble the gaze a nine-year-old child could possess; his eyes were filled with unwillingness and hatred.