Chapter 303: Setting the Trend

The plot of "War of Witches and Liches" appearing in the book quickly made Xie Tingfeng stare with wide eyes; he liked Gray work's novels not only because Gray work was very famous, but also because he had heard that Gray work and he were born in the same year.

As a peer, he was very surprised that Gray work could achieve such great fame and earn so much money just by writing.

The first time he read Gray work's work, he read "Divine Tomb".

Zhao Zixian instinctively stretched out both arms to shield the other three behind him. At the same time, he activated the Chef God's True Qi to form an invisible protective barrier in front, keeping the four of them safe within it.

Arriving at the quiet spot the man pointed to, it was actually just the place between two shops where no one set up stalls.

So Zhao Zixian followed the old man, leaping "whoosh" "whoosh" layer by layer along the hotel's eaves to the top floor.

Qiao Song turned a corner; a car shadow passed her side. At the moment she prepared to dodge, the person in the car rolled down the window, revealing a familiar face.

Pure white and transparent; in this night of thunder and lightning, the instant the lightning flashed, Zhao Zixian felt his spirit shake violently, peaks layered and cut, a mysterious deep valley, suddenly making his brain flood with blood.

However, Yekaterina was no pushover; she had already prepared to eliminate all dissenters together at this underground fighting tournament.

Of course, the supernatural ability in his eyes naturally could not be spoken; Wang Hao merely said that when he picked up this purple clay teapot, the shopkeeper Wu's eyes were a bit panicked, which was how he won the bet.

Xia Haoran's steps stopped before a basket; holding a package of opened Chinese medicine in his hand, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"Get lost! Where did you two get such ideas? She is my sister!" Bai Xingzhi's face flushed red instantly, whether from anger or shame was unknown.

According to information revealed by Koman, some zealous Zionists suggested that once they succeeded in restoring their nation, they would engrave Zhao Zhi's name on the monument to commemorate this crown prince's contribution to the creation of the Jewish army.

Zhang Feng was completely stunned; this move was utterly outplayed, and by a girl, moreover, by a girl who tower-jumped and killed him.

She couldn't help but sneer coldly in her heart; her tea art back then was merely cultivated to please Xiao Qi, and she herself did not like the bitter taste of that tea; now, unable to drink tea for the child's sake, this required no particular willpower.

"Otherwise, you stay home to take care of the child, and I'll go out to handle matters." Nie Fenghua smiled even more brilliantly.

Before Fang Wuhen and others appeared, he was one of the rulers of the Sky Mending Alliance, and his strength was close to that of an peerless expert.

I turned a deaf ear; He Fangfang began chatting with Guan Jian about his work. Fangfang did foreign trade, and her skill at acting like an old friend was stronger than anyone else's. Li Li and Xiao Wen arrived one after another; what surprised me even more was that Li Yu was here too. When he walked to my side and called my name, I was still somewhat dazed.

"Ling'er, stop making a scene; your second brother will naturally return to the mountain to follow his master; he has already accepted it, so why can't you understand?" Nie Fenghua stood in front of Hua Yusha, looking at Situ Ling with some helplessness to explain.

The power of the Sword Dao leans towards rigidity; all sword cultivators themselves tend towards extremes, so sword cultivators are considered extremely powerful among those of the same realm, but to cultivate to higher levels, it is more difficult for them than for other cultivators.

"Because this war is led by our Fire Nation as the core; if the war is won, then we will inevitably become the core of other nations, but if our strength becomes super strong, then there is no guarantee they won't have some thoughts; even if we save the entire world, so what?

A moment of distraction, followed by intense pain; terrible pain surged like a tide, making the black-clad man break out in cold sweat.