Chapter 118: Don

Hearing this, Cao Sheng stopped his bicycle, planted his feet on the ground, and turned his face toward the middle-aged man.

"You're Chang Qingshu?"

Cao Sheng found it hard to believe.

Because yesterday, Chang Qingshu had emailed saying he wanted to visit Huangshan for tourism and also to drink with him; Cao Sheng had only just replied last night, welcoming him to come.

But had Chang Qingshu arrived too quickly?

He'd only just welcomed him last night, and this guy was already waiting at his school gate this morning?

This

But he hadn't; not only had he not become a wandering ghost, but he was living like a normal person.

"I'm from the sunset village just ahead—I'm Li Shan!" Li Shan, seeing Wu Jing was a Monk and very polite, spoke respectfully.

A "pingling panglang" sound came as bottles shattered on the ground, white, red, and yellow liquids flowing out and mixing together, filling the air with wine aroma.

That slap had been loud; his palm still ached faintly, let alone Zhao Haichao's face.

Wu Zejun was furious about the third party interfering—who had let the third party interrupt his duel with Xue Lin?

Sheng Huanxing was just thinking this when a man's large palm suddenly appeared around her waist, gripping it firmly, as if claiming ownership.

Suddenly, her wrist was tightly seized; Gu Xinyi jumped at the searing heat radiating from Quan Shaoting's body, but before she could struggle, she was pulled into the man's arms, something hard as iron pressing firmly against her.

Quan Shaoting narrowed his eyes, a dangerously sharp glint in his pupils; his cold gaze swept toward Su Zhiguo, who looked embarrassed; Quan Shaoting smirked faintly.

Sheng Huanxing glared in anger, but when she saw Qin Zhi's overly handsome face, her resolve still wavered slightly.

Wang Qiang knew that special unit was the one he was training, but why call them Shou Cangren?

At this moment, twenty seconds remained until time ran out. Many people even stared at their watches, silently counting down.

"Thank you, Young Master, for saving me—I'm fine." Ling Yufei looked up and met an extraordinarily handsome face; a pair of deep, dark, tender eyes gazed at her with a faint smile.

When the mind moved, Ma Yuan entered the Mountain River Map and began sorting the contents of the Storage Ring.

"Fuck, the mech's performance gap is too big, or I wouldn't be this battered," Wang Qiang gritted his teeth, eyes filled with resentment.

"Senior brother, Senior sister!" She'd never used this term before—especially addressing two kids who hadn't even grown hair yet—it felt deeply unnatural, but etiquette demanded she say it.

"Your Majesty flatters me…" Hearing the Empress's praise, Ling Yuwei smiled shyly; she believed the Empress's youthful beauty had been no less than her own.

Even if the Outside Realm doesn't attack, the current state of the Eastern Continent will, within a few hundred years, lose the conditions necessary for cultivating martial arts. Everyone will slowly regress into ordinary people—the consequences are terrifying.

The Blood Demon Sect's leader glanced up at Tianfeng Peak, as if seeing Gu Yuanshan, then summoned his Qi and shouted toward the mountain: "Gu Yuanshan, I offer you the Sword Sect the chance to become a vassal of my Blood Demon Sect—have you decided yet?" His voice rolled like thunder, echoing throughout the Sword Sect.

Wang Qiang's assault didn't slacken; his great blade swung with fierce wind. The sword technique had no special features—just a few basic strikes of chopping and slashing—but in Wang Qiang's hands, it gained immense power, an unstoppable momentum that ultimately forced the black-robed elder into helpless, continuous retreats.

Soon after, Nasri and Twiss entered the field, replacing Yayatulei and Sabaleta; this was the final match—they had to fight desperately; Wenger also made a substitution, bringing on Monreal to replace Vermaelen, who had suffered another cramp.

What was Fairy Heli Xianzi's unease about? Lan Di swiftly calculated with his fingers, learning the next phase of the array's refinement would begin in half a moment; he resolved to delve deeper. If something within concealed what troubled Fairy Heli Xianzi, then seizing it and breaking free would dispel everyone's calamity.