Chapter 642: Hu Qiang asks for help!

The next day.

After He Chen left for school.

"Ruolan, what's wrong with you?"

Hu Yifei came back early after class in the morning, entered Apartment 3603, nudged her disciple who was quickly zoning out, and looked at her in surprise: "Why have you been zoning out so much lately? Didn't you go over last night? What? Is it not harmonious?"

Speaking to the end, she showed an expression of being unskilled but loving gossip.

"Is this something a master should say?" Ruolan complained.

Speaking of Ding Changsheng, the people in the car began to discuss him one after another, all praising the old man Ding's kindness, saying that every winter, Ding Changsheng would boil a pot of medicinal broth at the entrance of Baoshan Hall, which everyone passing by could have to ward off cold and prevent illness.

This dish was simple; Jiang Yun directly used the remaining batter to make dough drop soup, then added a few cabbage leaves. Done! Cabbage dough drop soup, beautifully named Pearl Cabbage.

Zhang Qian was a bit puzzled. The Zhang family was not a pedantic group. In this era, although there were still some concepts that martial arts were not on the table, they had recognized the reality amidst the wars every year, and most people practiced martial arts in secret.

"Cousin Jiang Yun, who called?" Shen Cheng shifted his attention and stopped mentioning the cigarettes and alcohol.

Until the Jade Abyss trembled slightly and the sword tip dropped, he lifted his right hand with force, waving a transparent sword Qi that flew away.

The Third Young Master nodded in understanding. He didn't expect that there was such a terrifying guy outside the circle. If the owner of this hair had designs on the inside of the circle, the circle he drew would be no different from a bubble, popping at a single poke.

And after the surprise came vigilance. Because after one strike, Dongfang Yao already had a rough understanding of the opponent's strength. The strength was on par with his current self. If he had met this person half a day ago, he probably would have been done for.

Although he had been on the hot search frequently during this period, the people attracted were all passersby fans, all people following the trend; there were very few die-hard fans.

Because they were all outstanding figures of the current age; when their hands reached out, how could one refuse the idea of creating a career together?

Therefore, the Tathagata Buddha said: In front of Buddha and Demon, a Buddhist disciple is a Buddha if they take a step forward, and a Demon if they take a step back; there is no middle path to take.

The words had reached this point, and even Hu Yixian didn't know what to say, but the mystery weighing on his heart made him feel very depressed.

"Yang Yue is here, how dare you eradicate the Prince! Without the Prince, Jinyang City will be broken immediately!" Han Kuiyan lay on the soft couch, his gaze unfocused, terrified!

This time, he stole the art of war, making the stars he evolved first turn into a vortex, wanting to suck dry the spiritual energy here. Then, he evolved the myriad phenomena of the stars; this was a method of using the enemy to nourish the battle. It might not be sustainable, but it was better than having no other way.

The King of Shu snorted, his expression contemptuous, and sneered: "Wen Boyan, what does the imperial court's troop rotation have to do with this King? Besides, haven't you Turks received intelligence that Yang Yue has sent elite troops to fight in the south, wanting to recover Huainan and Zhenhai?"

Spatial turbulence is a kind of transit station; it connects all kinds of spaces, but it is not so easy to go to other spaces, as spatial coordinates are not easily sensed.

Just when Lin Huan thought the dark toxin was about to be dispelled by Avril's light power, that trace of vitality quickly returned to silence.

Damn it, why didn't the family bestow him any good things, but instead gave him some trash? Look at Huo Linglong; damn it, with his setup, he could probably take out more good treasures later.

Unless it is a magic tank like Zhong Kui, any mage could potentially be instantly killed by an enemy brute rushing out while face-checking a bush.

The bald man spoke righteously, with a look of having reason and evidence, giving people the illusion that he was very upright.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What bad start! What top eight! There is still a chance!" Liu Wen angrily slapped Wang Meng on the head. ===== CHAPTER 643 =====