Chapter 127: The Cause of a Past Life, the Fruit of This Life

"Actually, my questions are largely on the same level, but you answered with a different kind of depth."

Zhao Yao seemed like a different person, enthusiastically praising Fang Xinghe over and over.

"I never expected such profound viewpoints; you have completely invalidated my prepared plan."

Fang Xinghe was equally interested in his original idea, so he asked, "How did you originally plan to write about the power of culture?"

Zhao Yao honestly replied, "Originally, I"

Qin Xian'er had come today intending to offer herself. When Ye Zhong instructed her to find him, the atmosphere allowed for only one explanation: Ye Zhong wanted to possess Qin Xian'er, this top-tier courtesan.

Whether these warriors, battle masters, or battle kings, or even the many Fire-Lion beasts lacking spiritual intelligence, they all whimpered and prostrated themselves, daring not to move a single inch; this was the fearful submission of life's instinct, their hooves and feet all turning weak.

This is the limitation of peripheral figures. Whether the Mu family or the Yang family, they could not access the palace; the Yang family could access it, but without political ambition, the Mu family—orphans and widows—would not seek news from the palace. That would be taboo.

The number of people studying science is countless times that of cultivators! Not just ten million times, not just a hundred million times; no one can calculate it.

The white-robed disciples explained it this way, and the other cultivators no longer questioned it. Most were still haunted by the terror of that Purple-Crystal Lion, and now they began discussing it again.

The young man continued to mock a few times, then floored the accelerator; the 918 roared and vanished from Ling Hao's sight.

Yes, a gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall; riding a fierce horse is dangerous, and he understands that, but can you stop saying it again and again?

Six Heaven-Rank spiritual veins could even cultivate a clan comparable to an ancient tribe; is it possible to exchange such a cost for a Purple-Crystal Lion that is merely at the Void God realm?

A trace of calm flashed in Han Dong's eyes; his steps moved forward slowly, as agile as a forest hare. It was precisely because Ning Mo Li had sparred with him in the park that he was intimately familiar with the jungle terrain.

9S, who had been mining and digging coal outside, also returned with the needed materials. During this time, he had thoroughly explored the surroundings of the entire Luoya City; a detailed map was already stored in the computer at the temporary base of the Olyadian family estate.

In the eyes of the Theft Saint, this young Young Master before him suddenly became even more unfathomable.

These six thieves of Balin claimed to rob the rich to aid the poor, that even thieves have principles; they only robbed the wealthy and powerful, never harming ordinary commoners.

The Xiangxi region has always been relatively chaotic, often plagued by evil demons and heretical paths; some places are even more terrifying than the lands of Southern Jiangnan.

After the pill was refined, Zhao He Liuli's pretty face showed a hint of joy; she opened her mouth and swallowed it. Immediately, the primal force within her body surged up, quietly wrapping around the Snow Soul Pill, preventing it from dissipating or being digested.

Of course, appearance is one aspect; there is another more important point: she is also the only one within several villages who, by her own merit, was admitted as a top student to the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine at the Capital Medical University.

Everyone felt a faint, shadowy figure dart rapidly outside the circle they had formed.

Since reacquainting herself with Ye Chen, whenever she encountered trouble, how many times had Ye Chen not solved it with force?

As Daoists, as practitioners cultivating Daoist Wu Gong mental arts, through cultivation one can increase internal power and reduce sleep. But! Sleep is a human habit; it cannot be absent.

"A very hoarse voice shouted: 'Do not do evil'!" Mai Er imitated that voice.

Nalan was deeply moved by Zhuo Zhuo Zhuo Yijian Yijian's perseverance. Disregarding her own status, she personally instructed Zhuo Zhuo Zhuo Yijian Yijian.

Inside the side room, the charcoal fire was burning brightly, yet no smell of burning charcoal could be detected, for it was masked by a strong scent of wine, a wine aroma different from that of green and red wine.

Taking a glove from Gesang's hand, it appeared on the surface to be woven from multiple layers of coarse hemp, with an inner lining of soft plastic and warm brocade, but from the worn coarse hemp threads, one could find fine mesh-like silk threads.