Chapter 458: Dao Fruit Dharma Treasure, Immortal-Trapping Sword Spirit

Shi Nandang's brazen favoritism made everyone on the mountaintop look at Zheng Fa with envy.

But no one thought it was wrong.

The spiritual materials Zheng Fa had plundered from the Baixian Alliance were the most of anyone, and might even be the only bright spot Shi Nandang could show off.

Now he was still under the Sage Ancestor's tutelage, cultivating the "Chixiao Jade Tome" — orthodox beyond any doubt.

In Zheng Fa's understanding, this was equivalent to your company's top salesperson being your brother-in-law — what you'd call recommending the worthy without avoiding kin.

The crowd's hands were already on the gun chambers, but at Luo Anning's words, they involuntarily paused.

The broken thigh bone needed to heal, so during this period Manman could only get around in a wheelchair.

Mo Feng's pupils shrank sharply — Xiao Ling had slain Black Sha and the Hall Master of the Underworld, his strength had already surpassed his own, and even if he could break through to Seven-Star Martial Venerable, he still wouldn't be Xiao Ling's match.

He carefully straightened his clothes, opened the door, and walked in slowly, taking in the fluffy slippers placed by the door and the toys scattered here and there on the carpet.

Xu Qinqin's mind was now entirely on the man, so of course whatever he said went.

"What, here to thank me?" Ye Qiao sat before the dressing table, looked at Lu Qianmo through the bronze mirror, and asked with a smile.

Luo Anning and Fu Shaoquan sat quietly, listening to the lawyers and the opposing lawyers argue, and the final result finally came down — that side, Angel Company, had stolen the design drafts of Luoquan Company, and had to compensate Luoquan Company.

But the Emperor was merciful; considering that Putao was carrying a young child, he directly ennobled the unborn child with a princely title, to inherit Wang Fu upon birth.

Hearing this, Zhi Xi's eyes darkened, flickering, not daring to meet the other's gaze — he still hadn't figured out how to explain the matter of Shen Ling.

Because this was way too unscientific — a big shot actually chickened out to this extent? Impossible, right? Did they dial the wrong number?

They saw Bao Chao and the thirty-plus riders charging at the front, blood light spurting from their bodies like sieves, not even managing a scream before crashing heavily to the ground.

Eldest Madam Run shot her a look, irritated in her heart, but what she said was all true — how could she get angry?

"Holy King, Feide only begs the Holy King not to tell Father — trick him into thinking Feide died fighting the Qing demons! Also, I beg the Holy King to execute Qin Xinhuo by lingchi!" Luo Feide finished speaking, took the chance to shake off the two Holy King's personal guards holding him, and suddenly made as if to lunge at Feng Yunshan.

Beiming Guten kept his head lowered, hidden beneath his hat, his face completely unseen, but his voice sounded somewhat chilling — utterly unlike the person they'd met last time.

So to speak, Xia Ruyu is now the only legitimate son of the Xia family, but one could also say he had, in a roundabout way, usurped Xia Ruling's position — after all, Xia Ruling was the head of the fourth generation of the eldest branch.

"That's right, it's the Lord of the Sky." Ditni tapped the crystal ball with her finger, and all the silhouettes dispersed into mist that writhed, finally taking the shape of the Lord of the Sky.

After saying this, he continued walking forward, leaving me utterly confused, standing there in a daze.

"This TV station is really shameless — actually infringing and plagiarizing our son's show!" Qiu Mama commented, somewhat displeased.

Although they had never had any dealings before, the other party had come to their door and was waiting, so naturally they had to treat them with proper courtesy — the courtesy due an honored guest.

The Legendary Elder glanced at Adam — this young man before him was no easy mark either; he had already set his sights on the Desert God as prey.

His index finger gently slid over Wen Yukou's fair chin, her earlobe, and finally stopped at her lips, lightly brushing them.

"I was just saying it off the cuff. After the failure of slaying the dragon, I also feel our strength isn't great enough. Enough said — if there's nothing else, let's set out now." Optimus Prime scratched his scalp and proposed firmly to the group.

Yue said softly. Hearing this, Han Yue's face flushed red and she buried her head directly against Xiao Yan's chest.