Chapter 212: The Self-Delivered Martial Arts Dictionary

Anyone who's chased updates knows the feeling.

Especially when chasing updates for a book you truly love—that feeling is beyond words.

The book titled "The Heaven-Earth-Black-Yellow-Linglong Tower" isn't impressive by name alone; many, upon seeing it, assume it's a xianxia novel.

Thus, purely by title, it's an unqualified title.

But because its author is Zhongyuan Yidianhui, this unqualified title has won over many readers.

He came back today mainly to ask about his sister-in-law's land purchase; now that the matter's settled, on a workday, it's more convenient for him to stay at the staff housing, making it easier for his morning commute and Jingxian's school.

Jia Luo and the other two hid in the grass on the right, while Athena hid in the grass behind Da Long's left side; the current score is 11–4, Chen Mo's side holds overwhelming advantage—they secured the first Drake, leaving room for a comeback; if they fail to take the first Drake, the match is over.

And due to the soil, the roots were buried beneath it, rendering Xu Feng's fireballs nearly immune; after trying for a while, Xu Feng simply gave up.

"Because Luo Li once had a betrothal with Ouyang Zhengtian, but at that time, Luo Li didn't like Ouyang Zhengtian!" Jin Yingying answered unconsciously.

"Old Commander, I've prepared many medicinal wines for you, but you've never liked drinking them this much before," the expert said.

Hong Mantian, unable to borrow the Soul-Siphoning Rod, joined the battle in low spirits; Ximen Wu Xue's situation worsened instantly, placing her right on the brink of defeat.

Power? It generates maximum superiority only in densely populated human areas; its effect in dark, terrifying places is negligible.

Besides, everything else matches—perhaps people from Dongtu simply have strange appearances and strange aesthetics.

Chu Yan's eyes widened—was this luck too good? He'd just licked the Level-3 armor, and with the Level-3 helmet he'd picked up earlier, he only needed a Level-3 backpack to complete a full Level-3 set.

He knew himself—he wasn't perfect, even full of flaws—but before Qiqi, he was perfect; she thought of him in every way, prioritized him in everything.

At a fork in that road leading toward the suburbs lay a plot of land owned by Zhengde; originally meant for a residential complex, it had been abandoned after only a foundation was laid due to certain reasons.

His body leapt again, feet tapping rapidly as he lightly touched the treetops, eyes gleaming with sharp light; in the next instant, his form vanished once more.

Chen Che charged countless times, fell countless times; after half an hour, he was too exhausted to rise.

He raised his hand, his long, unnaturally pale fingertips half-covering his face, making him resemble an ancient, noble vampire.

But one thing Luo Xiu had to admit: it was precisely because he'd seen Li Jiaoyao in person at the Performing Arts Center that he'd been able to draw the perfect image of the silver-haired senior.

After speaking, he pinched her waist; Jiang Wan Hao, naturally ticklish, instinctively bent to avoid it, spilling the water from her hands; she grew slightly angry, ready to glare fiercely—but when she saw him leaning against the wall, grinning with a flash of white teeth like a mischievous child who'd just pulled off a prank, she couldn't muster any anger.

Liquid splashed across her face, then dripped down her pointed chin, staining her clothes; that beautiful, sacred evening gown was now discolored by red wine, a large, filthy stain across her chest—humiliating and disgraceful.

I wasn't disappointed; my chest swelled with激动 emotion; seeing Su Mama walking with her guide cane, I felt heartache and sorrow.

I turned to glare at him, but saw in his cold eyes a deep, frozen chill of a thousand years of ice and ten thousand years of snow; my heart thudded, knowing he was truly angry.

You shattered my Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation, shattered my hopes—I'll ascend again, this time using a Demon Tribulation to prove it to you.

Gymnastics was undoubtedly an obscure, incomprehensible entity beyond Li Lingqi's understanding, and one that could not be distorted by his perception.