Chapter 782: Created a New Group

Created a New Group

"Where is the Benevolent King?" Ji Xuanran asked Consort Xiu, yet he himself looked down at the long robe that had just been pierced by Ru Huan's scalpel; seeing the hole, a smile appeared in his eyes, as if he somewhat regretted having said he would not compete with the Benevolent King for Ru Huan.

'That was something you did. Humans are that kind of creature. As long as you of Chaldea remain my enemies, I will strike you down,' Yu Ji said.

"Brother constable, what exactly is going on? Why seal our shop for no good reason?" These past two days, because Song Li was at home researching multigrain flatbread, it was Old Man Song and Zhao Shi helping watch the shop.

"Lately, apart from chatting with classmates on Penguin, I haven't had the mood to look at anything else," Chen Jiaxin replied.

With this, everyone seemed to be trapped within the palace; aside from entering the maze and finding a way out, there was no other option.

"This—please wait a moment. That was merely our own problem, and it has already received a medal," Luo Yide said.

An iron claw grazed past Shen Yaohua's neck, tearing off a few strands of skin and flesh; she narrowly dodged it, but the other claw had already reached her chest.

Ye Le had just opened the door when Chen Nuo squeezed in and, without so much as a glance at Ye Le, rushed straight into the house without stopping to see Su Qiao.

Watching Ye Le's earnest and serious manner, Su Qiao suddenly felt an indescribable sensation welling up in her heart; she quite enjoyed this feeling of being cared for in every possible way, but on closer thought, there seemed to be some other meaning hidden within it.

Hua Xieyue's two needles came with fierce momentum; even though Nan Piaoyao bent down in alarm to move the vital spots away, the piercing cold of one silver needle still cut an extremely fine, extremely red line of blood across the tender skin of her forehead.

She shackled him with trust, softened his thorns with love, and even his naturally reclusive and eccentric temperament could, for her sake, lower itself and compromise.

For a moment it seemed to merge with the flames, transforming into roaring heavenly fire, a great sun blazing across the sky with supreme majesty; then in an instant it became a golden bird, glancing about with commanding presence, divine and magnificent to the extreme.

"The antique trade relies entirely on a sharp eye. Being able to see through things is your skill; getting fooled is just paying tuition," Wang Qingsheng said with a laugh.

Seeing Ling Ziqian tuck that Wood Spirit Incantation into his robe, Ling Yun withdrew his gaze and instead turned to look at Ren Baiyi and the old Daoist Qingxu.

But the State Preceptor's face was pale as paper, and Bai Ying's heart gave a lurch, struck by a bad premonition.

The error in Ling Yang's prophecy lay in that strand of dragon vein power; when the dragon vein power brought back the Nine Dragons' fortune, that entity calling itself the Kunlun Dragon God had, for a period of time, managed to descend its consciousness upon the divine dragon formed from the Kunlun dragon vein's fortune.

Ling Ziqian looked at the densely packed bamboo forest surrounding him and the faint sounds of birdsong drifting from within the woods, and could not help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

This was the first time Ling Ziqian had heard this term; it seemed to be what the old Daoist Qingxu used to describe this world, but why would the old Daoist Qingxu use this name to designate this world?

As soon as Tian Ling heard the words "important task," he reflexively wanted to refuse—he had been burned by the emperor's important tasks more than a few times—but he could not say no.

"Why does the court restrict commerce? It is merely worried that the common people will all resort to opportunism; if so, no one would farm the land, no one would pay the grain tax, and over time a famine would surely break out. Once a great famine occurs, at the least roving bandits will rise everywhere, raiding homes and looting houses; at worst—" Before Tian Ling could finish, Lord Song covered his mouth.

Su Zheng'er was practically going mad; she had said not to let him look, and now it was done—his life was finished.

I'm looking for He Hanchuan. Xiang Wan took off her sunglasses and mask, told her, then put them back on.

This was practically an overlord contract, but the Mu clan's wages were high—the highest-paying place aside from the Lou clan.

Lou Yanming and Han Aochen were slow to speak, only because if Gou Xun did not vent all his anger, he certainly would not let the matter rest.

Not only that, because Tai Di Tian placed all his attention on Zhao Chen, Zu Wen and the others seized the opportunity to leave several scars on his body, and blood carrying boundless imperial authority drifted through the air.

"I have a reason I must go to the Imperial God Sect!" Zhao Chen truly had no improper desires toward the Imperial God Sect; speaking of it, his conscience was clear.

The various immortal houses answered the summons of the Green Ox Palace, gathering together in the great hall of the Taiji Palace, where successive immortal emperors had resided.

Looking at the unrelenting Luo Yu before him, then glancing at the pitch-black sky, the Sect Master of the Ten Absolutes Sect could not help but try to persuade with gentle words.

Stepping out of the car, Chu Yu in a snow-white suit led Xia Xin in a deep purple formal gown as they walked slowly; along the way they encountered quite a few wealthy younger-generation figures emerging from luxury cars and supercars, and those people whispered behind their backs, secretly discussing who knows what.

Thinking of his son, who could stay in such a lavish hotel just from playing a game, with a championship prize of 200,000 to boot—then thinking of the future, he suddenly felt things were looking rather grand.

Lu Xi was fairly generous, opening the bottle, then putting ice cubes into two tall-stemmed glasses; drinking XO with Sprite ice cubes made the taste especially good—Lu Xi knew how to live.

The divine needle was clearing Lu Xi's blood clot—what kind of blood did Lu Xi have? To have a blood clot at such a young age was truly unusual.

"To report to Your Eminence, there are three more days until a full year has passed." Chang Ming kept his head down, not daring to look at that figure with the comical appearance who was nonetheless the Ancestor of Demon Extermination, ruthless and cruel enough that everyone feared him.

Su Wen pushed open the door and entered the room, where the fragrance of medicine still lingered; Qi Cai was just spreading out a sheet of Huangzhou bud paper, and the Guandong Liaowei wolf-hair brush, unique to the Northern Wei—tough and resilient in nature, second only to rabbit hair and superior to goat hair—was not in fact made from the tail of a flesh-eating wild wolf that roamed a thousand li, but from the tail hairs of a yellow weasel.

The group of alchemy students, who had been somewhat embarrassed, immediately raised their chins again, looking at Jun Qinghong with full displeasure.

She remembered that when she was in junior high school, a boy had pushed her down and she had taken a fall, scraping a large patch of skin off her knee.

"Master, where do you think I should start learning—sword Qi or flying swords? Or even the legendary sword-flight would do." Su Wen weighed the Dragon's Tongue in his hand; such a short sword was probably only big enough for him to stand on with one foot.

Every time their quarrels followed these same exchanges, he would be whipped a few times by Prince Xie and locked in his room for several days, not allowed to go out.

Tang Ye indeed had not brought his phone out; he took Jonathan's phone and tapped open the video that Ying Jiu had sent over.

Director Wang's curvaceous figure was even more alluring, especially her ample bosom, which was particularly captivating. At the collar of her suit, a snow-white cleavage was squeezed into view. Lin Dong did not dare to stare straight at it—after all, he was the manager, and he had to be careful in all things.