Chapter 807: Writer's Block Today, Taking a Day Off

Writer's block today, taking a day off.

I've hit writer's block. Let me think about the upcoming plot—it's quite crucial. Tomorrow I'll update on time.

Xiao Yan did not dare delay, pulling Jin Lin and charging back into the cave. With a wave of his hand, the collapsed pile of rocks once again sealed the cave entrance and the adjacent opening tight.

"In any case, I don't need to explain anything to her." Chu Mo irritably tugged at his tie and went straight upstairs.

Some things, after he missed them the first time, he failed to grasp—or rather, Xu Xiao had already grasped them himself, but because of certain matters, or rather, because of certain moral bottom-line issues, he was unable to respond.

A shout resounded through the heavens; everyone who heard it sighed, knowing that someone had run his mouth again.

Not to mention, there were now two extra pairs of 【eyes】 beside him. The situation was different from when he was alone with Fan Ren, and the focus of the work should shift accordingly.

"Didn't you want to enter Erhai? After breakfast, we two—grandfather and grandchild—will take you on a shortcut." The old man answered Bu Tian's words while smoking his long pipe made from ancient tree vine.

How could a personality split from the body of the gentle and kind Huo Zhanbei be a thorough scoundrel?

"I pressed him for half a month, and he gave me two words: not familiar." Gan Qingsi still felt aggrieved recalling it, truly not understanding where he had found the perseverance back then.

Lu Zicai, on the other hand, was still in shock and hadn't recovered. He felt his head was a bit dizzy; the position he had originally thought would take great effort to secure was now unexpectedly right before his eyes.

Mu Yu instantly reined in her overflowing sympathy, pointed at the leftovers on the tea table, and said, "You clean up." Without caring whether he agreed or not, she limped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

The sword scholar named Huihui stopped in his tracks and turned around, a trace of confusion appearing on his face.

The daydreaming Mongol paid no attention at all to the village settlement before him that looked like a large tribal encampment on the grassland. Having witnessed the prosperity of Chang'an and the spectacle of a hundred or two hundred thousand men locked in battle, such a place could hardly attract his gaze anymore.

After finishing her IV drip and feeling somewhat better, Fu Zhengzheng watched Chen Qiaolan go downstairs to busy herself, then she tiptoed to Han Siqi's room.

For the sake of the treasure, the experts of the five great sects were red-eyed and nearly turned to infighting; Long Chen and Shan Fengyang persuaded them repeatedly to no avail.

It was undeniable that at first he had not grasped the true intent behind Zhang Huang telling him to trade insults with Prefect Guo Dian of Julu below the city—until Zhang Huang slowly voiced that shocking idea.

"Enough." Emperor Jing's face finally went pale, his body swaying as if about to fall. If looks could kill, Li Quanshou would have died a thousand times over.

Li Yin, trembling all over, still had weak legs. She glanced at Li Xiaomeng with some fear, hurriedly nodded, and then kept shedding tears, not daring to say a word.

Ju Li was the exact opposite of her; after reading only a few lines of the script that belonged to her, Ju Li fell silent. Of course, everyone knew they wouldn't get anything out of a fellow like Ju Li, so they didn't go bumping into that soft wall.

It was as if an invisible hand was pulling him, saying to him: stop pretending—everyone knows your nature.

Gu Mu employed capitalist methods of exploitation with consummate self-taught skill. After a final tally, a total of one hundred and eight savages could be put to use, and he had dismissed the lot of them having spent only a little over four hundred coins.

Wang Hu left, heading into the Black Forest to recall the Black Armor Army and hunt down the remaining high-level creatures.

"You got the item?" Zhuque had not expected it to be this easy, and at the same time felt a lingering fear in his heart. Fortunately, the Bloodthirsty Sand Scorpion had come to disrupt things; otherwise, with just him and Shi Yu, today probably would not have ended well.

Lin Feng realized that even using Armament Dominance he could not do anything to this iron fellow, because his Dominance was still too weak, so he decided to compete for the third room.

Yesterday afternoon, his messenger had already sent a letter detailing the entire course and cause of the matter to Malfoy Manor. Given the distance from the school to Malfoy Manor, the letter should have arrived by evening.

He and the Dean both understood this point, but because the current emperor was Dongfang Xuan's choice, it was temporarily inconvenient for them to do anything. The elders of the academy had already decided to see whether the next emperor would be just like this one; if he was the same, then they would make an exception and intervene in the affairs of the Dongwu imperial family.

As they became increasingly familiar with demon beasts, many newcomers like Xi Yun'er gained tremendous tempering through battle and had basically become qualified warriors.

Glancing at the quest that had clearly already been accepted yet still hung in the most conspicuous spot on the quest board, Liu Pan could not help feeling puzzled, then turned and walked toward Qin Ling, who was waiting at the entrance of the great hall.

"Rules are rules. Are you going to violate the rules set by Father King?" Aier looked at Larry with mockery and waved his hand triumphantly. Over a dozen guards in iron armor behind him immediately stepped forward and surrounded Zhongma and Mark completely.

Now that he had left the range covered by the old man's divine sense, Liu Pan naturally would not continue sprinting. After all, this was Sky Summit Peak, the site of the sect's martial arts library. Sprinting across it—if he were spotted by patrolling disciples and mistaken for an intruder or trespasser—would be far from pleasant.

"Who did this?" A green blurry figure suddenly darted out; the cold man did not dare raise his head at all.

However, these bearmen who possessed great fearless spirit but lacked the protection of beast god attendants often did not live very long. Once they encountered a force they could not resist, their fearless spirit would become a pitiful notion.

Aotianjun watched the remnant soldiers who could barely walk steadily and laughed wildly. The shouts of killing below echoed, leaving them completely unaware of the battle taking place at the top of the gorge. Of course, if the fighting at the gorge top lasted long enough and fiercely enough, they would still be able to notice it. Unfortunately, the time was too short—so short that they did not even have a moment to react.