Chapter 1128: Take a Day Off

Take a day off

Since late June, especially into July, updates have basically all been six thousand and above; if not for two days that fell a bit short, the synopsis should have a steady six-thousand tag — compared to the previous four thousand, that's basically an increase of half or more.

Then 【I】 became so fatigued 【my】 brain felt sluggish.

Today 【I】 originally wanted to introduce the situation in the Southern Border, then enter the Dragon King's Lair, but writing it 【I】 felt a bit unable to write on, need to adjust 【my】 state.

Taking the ninth off.

Hope July stays steady at five thousand regular, sprint for steady six thousand.

Thanks for the support.

Cupping fists!

The desperate pair at this moment only wanted to escape this courtyard, but misfortunes never come singly — the other courtyard wall also failed to hold and was forcibly pushed open into a large hole.

"Master, can I ask you for a favor?" Nan Xingjue struggled for a long while, finally mustering the courage to look at Rong Shu, asking weakly.

Qi Jingdao wouldn't care what the reason is — benefits are enough, and he himself discovered the benefits long ago. He prepared fruit with the longest preservation time and best effect for his family, letting everyone maintain good body and spirit.

Lu Beilin only knew that if Gu Jiao Sect really drowned like this, Gu Father and Gu Mother grieving was inevitable, and he definitely couldn't escape death either.

Lu Beikun didn't say anything, 【his】 face still that icy-cold look, even the depths of 【his】 eyes carried unparalleled indifference.

With this kind of external image, plus a professional identity background, it's hard not to let people make associations.

The sage observes water; the Master said: "This is its way of Dao." These words spoken in a low murmur, as if to break through the barrier formed by that halo, making the water elemental power between the entire mountains and forests become increasingly lively and jumping.

"You still chose to run away?" He said in a low voice, the few sheets of paper in his hand falling to the ground; on them were recorded everything about Gu Jiao Sect, including her infatuated pursuit of Song Xiyi recorded clearly.

Mi Ke followed his words, saying: "Speaking of Shao Yiluo, where is he?" A trace of anxiety and sadness in 【his】 eyes.

"Wearing this human skin mask really isn't comfortable!" Second Uncle Yang peeled off the mask on his face; Second Uncle wearing the mask really looked extremely like Old Master Zhu, but careful scrutiny would know 【they】 are not the same person.

He is a venomous snake that exists only in darkness, bearing fangs full of poison, using those cold gloomy eyes, hiding in darkness watching everything. At any time someone will turn into a wisp of dead soul or be turned into a thoughtless puppet by them because of being targeted by this organization.

"Then how did you join this Heavenly Scorpion Cult, and even become this demonic cult's cult master — how will you let your dead parents rest in peace?" Tang Fengxin said.

Just as she was racking her brains thinking what she forgot, the handsome big shot Shao Yiluo angrily turned and left, leaving her a dashing back view.

Just as Marilyn's eyes shone with light, a low

muffled sound suddenly interrupted her fantasy.

"Huang Jingxiang, what the hell are you doing? Why stop me?" Jing Yan felt baffled, pushing away Huang Jingxiang pressing on 【him】.

"Ouyang Rou, don't be like this; since you won't listen to my explanation, then let's properly sit here and speak, talk ideals, chat about life, okay?" Lin Tianfan wanted to cry but had no tears, could only grab Ouyang Rou's restless hand.

Xiang Qinghuan felt uncomfortable all over, got up to drink water, but discovered 【she】 was lying on a bed, a dilapidated thatched hut; this place seems to have been seen somewhere, everything here seems familiar.

The next day, at Daming Palace's Hanyuan Hall the death was announced; posthumous title Emperor Zhide Dasheng Da'an Xiao, buried at Fengling, temple name Shunzong. Empress Dowager Wang was honored as Grand Empress Dowager; all the retired imperial consorts in Xingqing Palace were all retitled as Imperial Consorts Dowager.

Li Xixia stood behind Lou Chongjiu, corners of 【her】 mouth blooming a bright smile, that was joy from the bottom of 【her】 heart.

The 41st Army's combat meeting lasted until seven o'clock before ending; department chiefs executed orders and left. Guard Regiment's Third Battalion was assigned the alert duty from South Gate to Third Street area; past six o'clock, night fell dark, although wounded soldiers and routed troops still trickled in through South Gate in twos and threes, seven men arriving at once was already rare.

A family can have no experts, can have no resources, but absolutely cannot have no spirit; spirit is like a family's spark, a family's inheritance — no matter when, no matter where, as long as there are people it will continue on; a family that would rather die than yield, that unites together in times of crisis, will never collapse.

"Call me Wangfei is fine," Ye Qingcheng moved 【her】 limbs, feeling a bit inflexible; she really disliked this feeling.

Those pair of brilliant star-eyes held moisture, lashes trembling with a ripple of shimmering light; she gazed shyly at the youth before her, releasing a heart-stirring beauty.

The biggest change is that Qin Yibai's primordial spirit condensation has reached a terrifying degree; divine sense projection can already extend five hundred li beyond — a level ordinary Body Integration cultivators couldn't reach even in their dreams.

Zhang Ruyun isn't a fool either; just now he only received one or two bundles of qi force from Daoist Tian Ji but was already shaken into internal injury; left hand Meteor Finger Light Shield, under this old Daoist's palm, was actually like nothing. 【He】 exerted full force to operate energy and block with all 【his】 might, but the old Daoist's body of fierce vigorous force still surged over like raging waves from the arm.

But don't know why, far away in a foreign land, 【she】 would often think of Wang Kai; even just playing a game with him would make her feel much better.

Compared to these people, Wu Qing feels this blondie actually counts as an existence like Kong Kongmie.

Puchi — Hu Zhifei severed the neck of a quasi-god mid-stage demon beast in one slash, panting heavily.

Those demon clan members, upon seeing the Blood Demon Sword, all trembled in fear, basically having no chance to resist at all.

The stone once again returned to that

sloppy carefree look, completely different from the sharp look when fighting just now.

"This altitude..." Di Tian hearing it also froze; human technology has already reached this step? Even he, 【his】 limit altitude is about this high.

"Damn, lost again." Zhao Yang hatefully announced his failure. At this moment he was playing this tabletop wargame called Medieval Warhammer with his father; this is one of the earliest batches of products released by Morningstar Works.

The more I thought the more upset 【I】 got, plus these two days preparing birthday stuff tired 【me】 to the point of being a bit mentally dazed; Xu Niya said 【she】'd send me home.

And right at this moment, the ten-zhang-radius divine embryo violently trembled, then as if eggshell cracks appeared.

The other Golden Wolves originally tried to directly attack Dai Huadong and the others who hadn't yet escaped the nano defense net, result directly crashed into the defense net — the only opening direction was also limited to the direction where Huo Yuhao was.

Except for halfway coming in to deliver fruit to me once, Xu Yi stayed in the living room the whole time; Chen Shi didn't come in even once. I was upset, but no matter how upset 【I】 couldn't fight off sleepiness; in the end still fell asleep.