Chapter 448

“I can do it!”

After hearing Zheng Fa’s request, Tang Lingwumin raised her small hand high, her face beaming with innocence and excitement.

“Tsk, never seen someone so eager to work.”

The old white-haired man muttered, his expression strange.

As the sun set, Tang Lingwumin’s rosy cheeks glowed like the evening clouds; Teacher Tian’s lips curled into a maternal smile as she gritted her teeth and slapped the old man’s back twice, her eyes screaming four large characters:

Do you have the only mouth?

Zheng Fa looked

Unlike the Four Symbols Sect, the Fulong Sect has a longer history and is among the oldest factions in the current universe.

“Of course! These people must be visiting the Divine Court for the first time and know nothing about anything.” The Earth Immortal believed he had uncovered the truth.

It’s a simple truth: when life improves, people naturally grow unwilling to die, afraid to die.

Qingxi lifted her head, glancing at her future sister-in-law Dongfang Qingyue beside her, then at Ning Ye leading the way ahead—her heart grew profoundly complicated.

The Skyroad Crocodile roared, its front limbs rising sharply before slamming down; a vast pale green current surged into the whirlwind, transforming into tens of thousands of glowing specks that seized and occupied the vortex.

Ning Zhongze was stunned—she never expected it to be this person, her voice rising involuntarily.

Choosing to ally with the Mongols is generally seen as the turning point when Russia broke from Europe and turned toward Asia.

Now Ning Ye finally understood firsthand what the idiom “pointing at a deer and calling it a horse” truly meant.

The language spoken by the Baba people is called Baba speech—it is not merely Fujianese, but uses Chinese grammar, with varying proportions of Malay and Thai vocabulary depending on the region.

The elves ate very plain food: vegetables were merely boiled, never stir-fried or fried; the plates holding flatbreads showed no oily sheen—White Wolf guessed the breads were baked.

A vast expanse of tender green grass came into view, the clear blue sky dotted with a few white clouds drifting calmly; as far as the eye could see, birds flew and grass grew lush, brimming with life. Even though it wasn’t flowering season, the grass and trees vying for spring rivaled the riot of colors.

“Liu Guang, this is a gift from your mother.” Lady Yi said, pulling out a jade pendant. The jade was translucent, clearly high quality.

Very few people drink so early in the morning; according to the server, she had arrived in the dead of night, drunk herself into oblivion, then slept there, waking up to drink again, utterly delirious.

But Zhuo Ling wore an apologetic expression: “Rumors die with the wise—the mouth is on others; let them say what they will.” These gossipy aunts and neighbors were truly vile—skipping class all day, just whispering behind backs. Wait—I’ll find an opportunity to expel them.

Similar scenes occurred in many places in Jiangcheng, even across major cities in Huaxia.

“Got it.” Jing Li beamed, climbing out of his arms to go wash up in the bedroom.

Xu Le watched Dr. Wang’s face—first excited and trembling, then terrified, then sorrowful—and burst out laughing until his stomach ached.

So it used golden light and thunderous noise to halt the opening of the White Bone Tree King’s Gate, forcing us to focus our attention on the coffin ship.

“Alright.” Qiao Yanyi knew she was trying to send her away—likely to speak with Wen Xiao. Before leaving, she took Xu Nanchuan with her and shot Wen Xiao a glare.

Who knew how many circles Feng Er had circled with Qin Le before tossing him down? Watching Qin Le swirling helplessly in the air, Mo Xi flew up swiftly and caught him in his arms.

The Assault Unit was expensive, something Liu Chong could accept—but Gao Shun had already dismissed thousands within ten days, all of whom were unqualified. The strictness of the Assault Unit made Liu Chong think of special forces.

Hong Luan’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed, silently cursing Liu An to hell—why did this bastard grow so monstrously large? So ugly! Now she couldn’t forget it; just teasing him a little made her damp again.

The “Breakthrough Spell” I transmitted to you through dreams is not my own invention—it was discovered by ancient masters who, through immense time and effort, studied the Breakthrough Pearl’s lingering traces.

Feng Manxiu’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze sweeping with a refreshing warmth. But Xue Yiyi’s eyes grew colder. She looked up at the sky, a flicker of disdain passing through her gaze.

Liu Gan was shocked, snatched the paper away, unfolded it—and his brow relaxed. He detected Zhang Xiu’s movements, but these movements favored Liu Gan’s current plan.

Some martial techniques and cultivation methods were ancient and weighty, clearly originals; others were copies or transcriptions. A quick glance revealed nearly all major sects of the Nine Heavens Wasteland.

At noon, nearby students strolling heard the commotion and rushed over to watch; the crowd swelled quickly, soon reaching seventy or eighty people.

After arriving at Lin Qingyao’s home, Hei Wu discovered the front “gate” was tightly shut. They smashed it open—inside, no one was there.

The siblings reached an agreement—a revolutionary era of the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus Pill, sweeping the beauty industry and dominating the globe, was about to begin.

Many people were exercising by the lake; seeing this, they erupted in chaos. Almost everyone rushed to the steps leading down to Ling Kun’s waters.

Even if Wei Xi didn’t come to him, he had already decided to head north—he had already instructed Wei Zhao and the others, but he never expected Wei Xi to urge him so passionately, even saying he’d be finished if he didn’t start showing presence again.

Nearly a thousand swords shattered completely, their shards densely clustering on the mountaintop; the moment their energy vanished, they rained down like a shower onto the snow.

The Yang family could no longer afford to lose. Offending the He family had already ended Yang Jingting’s prospects for promotion. The entire Yang family’s hopes rested on her—so her threat carried weight.

Just hearing Zao’er’s description, Qian Jiyao guessed Qian Yushan had likely gone mad.

Lianzhu brought water to wash her, then Yuejihua went to bed and slept soundly—so soundly she didn’t want to get up until Lianzhu woke her.

She never expected Yelü Jiya would use such an excuse—citing the three-year mourning period required for her own passing, she forcibly brought Qian Ruyan back.

Shu Wan niang went to heat water for him; Mu Shi was startled to see the embroidery in her basket, picked it up—and saw patterns on both sides. His face darkened instantly, his hand clenching tightly.