Chapter 72: The Price of Growth, Moon Apostle

The battle here was temporarily settled. Now they were mainly waiting for Li Mubai. As long as Li Mubai returned in triumph, the teleportation array could be activated directly.

At this moment, the big shark suddenly dived into the water, and then only saw a splash. The big shark surfaced with a wide weapon wrapped in bandages in its mouth, and then it flicked the weapon, throwing it to Zhang Fan’s feet.

Moreover, he didn't really put Wu Le-xuan in the most dangerous situation; the truly most dangerous one was actually himself.

Actually, she had an Alipay account. As long as she found someone proficient in mobile phones and computers, pinpointing Hong Jiarou’s location wouldn't be difficult; she was just afraid the other party had helpers.

There were no streetlights here. All the light came from the full moon hanging in the sky and the car frame that was almost burned out. After looking around, Mi Chuyan stared at the car she was familiar with, which was now like a fireball, ruined beyond recognition, and couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly touching that face that couldn't be more ordinary, Su Jiyue’s heart couldn't help but beat wildly. Because that face was none other than Dui Buqi’s.

She wanted to cover it up, but was held back by Lu Yucheng. He pushed her further away, and the long, ugly scar was exposed to the air unscrupulously.

"Following the Emperor’s order, Commander Zhang turned the Wuren Palace upside down last night, but……" Xu Cai hesitated, remembering that last look last night, and only felt terrified.

After fighting for a while, it was Tong Lan who was afraid of causing a death, so she told everyone to disperse. Looking at Ji Feng, who was like a dead dog on the ground, the man even took out a few hundred yuan for medical expenses and threw it on his face, finally laughing and getting into the car with Tong Lan and driving away.

The monk sent them to the gate of the courtyard, stopped with his hands together, lowered his head and waited for Madam Xing and Li Danruo to enter the courtyard, then took a few steps back and left.

This person was defeated by Yan Chixia seven years ago. He was unconvinced in his heart and always wanted to wash away his shame and win the title of the world’s number one swordsman, so he had been looking for Yan Chixia to duel.

Ji Linxi looked at Ling Miao without speaking, but judging from the smiling corners of his mouth, he must have been mourning for Ling Miao in his heart for three seconds.

"So what? Even so, I can’t let you go to your death!" I said, unmoved, firm and decisive. At this time, I couldn't hesitate anymore. I had experienced this kind of farewell too many times, and I didn't want to experience it again. All the killing, all the cruelty, I was just doing it for these moments.

I took a deep breath and told myself not to be afraid. In this world, ghosts and gods are not scary; human hearts are scary.

Chu Wanyi hadn't eaten for a day, and she devoured the rabbit meat ravenously. In Ling Yang’s eyes, it didn't feel rude at all, but rather had a different kind of moving charm.

Lin Lan came to pick her up early the next morning. This time she didn't carry a big bag; instruments and the like seemed to have been stuffed into the car. She was just wearing a black sports jacket, and her neat short hair looked full of vitality.

After putting away this golden skull, Ye Tian continued forward, walking toward the next altar.

Luo Jia pulled back the wooden stick, jumped up, and smashed it at the black-haired zombie’s head. With a bang, the wooden stick broke, but the black-haired zombie didn't move. Instead, it swept its big hand, and Luo Jia couldn't dodge in time, so he was slapped away and smashed into a big tree.

"Then… do you want me to send you back?" It could be seen that Cheng Youxia was unwilling to stay alone with that Yuan Nianyang.

Hearing her say that the servants were her family, Prince Qi’s face was unhappy, and he wanted to say something more, but seeing her weak appearance, he didn't say it.

"Okay, then you go. Some things can’t be avoided. You go to Longyuan Town first, pay respects to my old man, and say I’m unfilial, just pretend I’m already dead." Jiang Fu said with a faint sadness at the end.

However, the duel between the two was naturally ignored by everyone. Instead, they focused their attention on the dishes in front of them.

"Get out! Otherwise, I will punish you, just like those people before, and freeze you to death outside!" The Empress’s voice became stern.

He knew that there was no antidote for that poison, and what he valued was that there was no antidote. If there was an antidote, it meant that the Empress Dowager might get better, and wouldn't everything he did be exposed?

I saw Master Zhang for the first time, and he was opposite me. He didn't seem to drink, only holding a mineral water bottle in his hand, looking neither sad nor happy.

Ignoring this family, Su Zhimu and Madam Su went straight back to their room, leaving Su Xuetong’s uncle and aunt in the front hall.

The next thing he had to do was wait. If there was really a Poison Eel Dragon here, it would inevitably be attracted by this rich aura. As long as it came, Ning Fuchen could judge whether he could fight it.

Lan Qing and Xi Baishuang, who were on the side, couldn't help but smile at each other after hearing this. Afterwards, Xi Baishuang took the three of them to an elegant room. The scenery along the way was dazzling, and every place was exquisite. The air also exuded a faint fragrance of flowers and leaves, making people feel refreshed.

She put on a crane cloak and got up, and only when she walked to the courtyard did she remember it was late at night. Perhaps, she should rest. But she couldn't stop her footsteps.

After Chris was found to have strong magical talent, the Howard family spent a lot of money to buy him fire-attribute solution, which was also the main reason why the Howard family later particularly disliked Chris.

And Yu Ting came to follow Xiao Yan in the first place. Although she didn't show anything on the surface, she was happy in her heart, so she came to Xiao Yan’s place more frequently.

Counting other scattered income, then in one year, earning 5,000 contribution points and being promoted from a handyman student to an outer-sect student was still operable.

Don't blame me for writing slowly. Working is bitter, and it’s seven o’clock when I get back. I write in my spare time every day. I can’t sign a contract to make money. I write it for free for everyone to see. I hope you understand.