Chapter 815: One Hundred and Sixty-One: What Is a Little Cookie?

One Hundred and Sixty-One: What Is a Little Cookie?

After hearing Sun the Daoist’s words, Ouyang Rong fell silent.

He couldn’t just now admit he was truly one of the Confucian disciples he despised most.

Yet Ouyang Rong remained wary, silently warning himself to keep his mouth shut—say no more than necessary, or he’d expose his identity, the kind of exposure that would be obvious to seasoned eyes like Sun the Daoist’s; perhaps even Wu Nüjun Yun Xiangyi’s perceptiveness wasn’t inferior to Sun the Daoist’s.

At this moment, the old Daoist two

After hearing Sun the Daoist’s words, Ouyang Rong fell silent.

He couldn’t just now admit he was truly one of the Confucian disciples he despised most.

Yet Ouyang Rong remained wary, silently warning himself to keep his mouth shut—say no more than necessary, or he’d expose his identity, the kind of exposure that would be obvious to seasoned eyes like Sun the Daoist’s; perhaps even Wu Nüjun Yun Xiangyi’s perceptiveness wasn’t inferior to Sun the Daoist’s.

At this moment, the old Daoist two

Ruolan sensed the key’s aura from this deep pool; she wanted to go down and investigate, but she wasn’t alone—there was a bystander beside her.

“What? Are there mutated beasts in human settlements?” Li Zhi widened his eyes, puzzled.

Xiang Dong’s noodle shop also had backup—those remaining Four Diamond Guardians, who were also guarding the perimeter, ready at all times as reserve.

The bullet Mo Xiaosheng fired at him in Tiger Gorge wasn’t serious—just a graze on his shoulder. He feigned death lying on the ground and escaped with his life.

Feng Liancheng himself froze, staring down at the long sword piercing his chest, waves of dizziness washing over him, barely able to make out Qi Hai’s expression in the distance.

Everyone went through a lot with the Qingdao draft beer, ate plenty of skewers—tonight was at least somewhat satisfying.

He bit hard on his chapped lips; blood seeped from the split skin, dripping drop by drop.

Niu Fanjian was tall and sturdy, about the same height as Chai Hua, but heavier, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, solidly built. His punches carried terrifying force, and his stamina was excellent.

These days her nerves had been taut, terrified that any slip-up would cause disaster—this wasn’t the time to seize power; she’d rather give up authority entirely.

It was one of those “firsts”—memorable, meaningful. Any first in life carries significance, no matter who or what it’s with.

Seeing his parents’ satisfied smiles, he felt no resentment, warning the girl not to show off, not to lose the fiery passion of youth when starting out.

But who knew that Madam Nanan had already prepared recovery potions, decisively securing victory? Of course, such behavior was unremarkable among the drow—if she weren’t skilled in manipulation, how could she have controlled the city so long?

The acidic venomous dragon breath, carrying immense kinetic energy, pierced through the Lava Destroyer’s body and turned to ash, leaving a gaping hole. For the Lava Destroyer, this acidic venomous breath caused little beyond punching a few large holes.

Li Ruolin nodded gently, lifted her tea, and took a sip. Luo Yuan sat beside her, grinning silently like a statue of the ever-smiling Maitreya Buddha.

They had never been here before; hearing such strange words, how could they not be stunned?

Aside from the Grand Overseer Dina, who had his own room in Doro Castle, the other drow had no right to reside there, so Grand Overseer Tete placed them in the mountains just behind Doro Castle.

Because here I have someone I care about, sister! I just remembered my name is Wu Kai! Come on, sister, follow me—I’ll introduce you to my wife and child!” Wu Kai said, pulling Dong Yu’s arm toward Wang Xuan and Chen Ying.

The click of the door closing—Sui Piao Yun silently shed a tear, suddenly remembering something, frantically pulling out her phone.

“Are you and the stray cat okay?” Wang Ping clearly heard the explosion, his voice anxious.

After breakfast, Zhao Tiezhu borrowed a bicycle from Zhao Haiquan—he hadn’t ridden one in ages, and since his life had once been relatively comfortable, he rarely used one.

“You know, I haven’t studied this issue in depth—I only know the basics. I’m unclear about the current state of research or any new methods, so I hope you can give me an accurate assessment!” Professor Nan rubbed his hands.

To his surprise, not a single post mentioned the battle between Great Sword Emperor and Xiao Xiao Lan Yu—as if it had never happened.

Since the Holy Palace had tacitly approved, he naturally hoped to use the Blood Blood Sect’s blade to legitimately eliminate Du Gu Xue—so now he must still disappoint the Holy Palace’s expectations.

Ye Weiyang was about to step forward and greet Liu Qingqing when suddenly a roar rang out, and Xuan Yuan Ruoli appeared before him, face flushed with rage.

She glanced at her sister’s position—Linglong was diligently farming monsters there, everything as if nothing had happened.

Ding Peng listened to Liu Yan’gu’s account and realized a major flaw in this body: it knew little of the Jianghu world. He didn’t know whether the original Ding Peng had never cared about Jianghu affairs or if his memories were incomplete.

The Qi family’s main residence was even more magnificent, exquisitely ancient and elegant, radiating a deep, mellow antiquity.

The moment had finally come! Jun Yixiao had anticipated it; gritting his teeth, a blue bead burst from his body and shot toward the one who moved first.

Mu Shiying spoke as she took the form from Leng Mufan and turned it to face him.

In cultivation base, Lin Chen was far inferior to Jian Tian, but his physical realm had reached the Second-Rank Immortal Dragon Realm, comparable to a Second-Rank Immortal—just his physical combat power alone could crush Jian Tian.

Don’t joke—someone who dares offend the Demon Abyss won’t fear a mere general of the Canglan Empire.

“All done. Now no one should stop me from doing good deeds!” Ye Xiong walked to the door, called Yang Xinyi back, and told her about the spirit vessel.

The current situation isn’t just about Pibi Bao being captured—it seems humans plan to capture merfolk en masse.

“Forget it. You’re older than Miao Si Xue—you’re the elder sister, so cut her some slack,” I urged.

With torrential rain blurring the sky, Chu Feng and the brat were high in the air, unable to see the ground clearly—couldn’t tell if a large force was rushing toward that valley, or whether Li Shan and others had gone there too.

“Alas! If Cheng Yifei knew you killed Miao Siyu, he’d surely break ties with you,” Ding Fei sighed.

Thus, Qi Ziyuan, Jiang Pori, and Wu Se’s sudden attack left him utterly baffled.

The white-haired elder stomped one foot and instantly lunged at Zhuge Ming; the flurry of fist winds made Zhuge Ming’s pupils contract.

“The familiar auras are still there—don’t worry,” Sun Wuliang reassured him. He had never seen Shi Hao look so anxious.