Chapter 199: The Silk Stockings Beneath the Lady

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Chen Mo blinked in surprise.

He had expected the Dao Sovereign to smash their romance and force him apart from Ling Ningzhi, yet now he wanted to take him as a disciple?

"Did you drink fake liquor?" Chen Mo asked cautiously: "Otherwise, why are you talking nonsense?"

"…"

Ji Hongxiu frowned: "I am serious. If you wish to be with Qingxuan, you must join the Tian Shu Pavilion."

This matter was not impulsive on her part, and

"You talk too much." Facing this nearly unsolvable predicament, Chen Guhong's purple mansion stirred, and the Jade Seal of Human Dao shot skyward.

"Big Sister Jiana, do you know? Just now, I nearly died in your hands with the Princess." Rebecca pouted, clearly furious.

After completing this act, the Nangong heir stood up, elegantly smoothing the faint wrinkles on his robe, sneered at Su Luo, and turned to leave.

Then, we'll help the demons slaughter you one by one, and let the demons devour your life souls—the demons will still grow stronger.

After finishing the bowl of thin porridge, several neighbors, Old Wang's wife among them, came over to help me apply makeup, and by noon a simple ceremony would make us married. I saw them hastily cut out a few paper cutouts of the character for "double happiness" and stuck them on this shabby room—that's it, they called it marriage? This is just too reckless!

Just as the total reached ten thousand chips, Jin Li jumped up and said: "Mr. Cheng, this is how it goes. The numbers are nearly enough now."

All the reporters had never experienced anything like this before; in an instant, they forgot even the instinct to run, standing frozen in place like wooden chickens.

"The dominance of Nine Heavens Purple Flame, combined with the magic power absorption effect of Illusion Yin Finger. No matter how strong your defense, your magic power will eventually run out. The only way to defeat Brother Lin Feng is to break through his defense before he breaks through yours."

The hundred-meter corpse-man, originally split down the middle into left and right halves, now transformed into two separate, incomplete hundred-meter corpse-men, each swinging their massive claws violently toward Li Juyi's hundred-meter giant sword form.

This was a Fusang clan vessel; its clothing style and weapon designs clearly differed from those of Qian Yuan people.

Moreover, Zhang Qiang's mouth was stuffed with a filthy towel, and he hadn't eaten lunch—these things annoyed him like flies, especially when he saw Ding Gang, who usually feared him, returning with grease all over his mouth; his rage was about to burst his lungs.

As everyone laughed and chatted merrily, a gong rang—the match had begun. After the three Patriarchs each gave speeches, elite disciples from all sects gradually ascended the arena.

Xuan Yuan Muqing also stepped down from the car, locking it up, then fondly slipped the key into her own pocket.

But the condition was not simple. Excessive alcohol consumption, suspected drug use causing hallucinations. The patient had slashed numerous wounds into his arm with a broken wine bottle, blood gushing profusely.

No car owner would complain, because they knew some people they couldn't afford to provoke—if those people didn't cause trouble openly, they'd cause endless trouble behind the scenes.

"Cookware, how about this?" The Extinction Dragon casually summoned a massive bronze cauldron through the air.

The Blade of Infinity had passed through Mo Yun's serpent mouth and been blasted by flame; its entire blade now reached the temperature of lava.

Is a perfect result achieved by wrong means truly perfect? Is it truly advisable? When encountering a ruthless criminal during rescue operations, should we simply ignore him and let him die?

Liu Yan, who had remained silent until now, suddenly said: "It's fine. The monitor is playing footage from another time period." Everyone froze at this, naturally refusing to believe it, unable to imagine anyone could remotely achieve this through pure physical power.