Chapter 77: A Tiny Python, Yet You Wish to Become a Dragon?

"My Lord." At the location of the main army, Hua Wuque arrived beside the carriage where Gu Yi was.

Although under the dragon's might, these Gold-Devouring Flying Ants were all shivering, under Fang Yan's control, they ultimately mustered their courage to charge toward the old dragon.

Moreover, even if this giant ape used a secret technique, it would only raise its strength to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm; according to Wang Chuan's current Quasi-Saint cultivation base, dealing with him would take no more than a snap of the fingers.

"Forget it, perhaps this is fate!" Father Gu finally sighed and said nothing more.

Tian Feng looked at the snow lotus in front of him, feeling very happy, and couldn't help but crack a joke.

Gradually, the bicycle drew closer and closer to the warship. When they reached the underside of the warship, the person on the bicycle leaped up onto it.

"Didn't you all say before that the Admiral wasn't here?" Nagato narrowed her eyes. She was waiting for a reasonable explanation; although Ivan was also a Deep Sea Admiral, he was also a Shipgirl Admiral, and it was not acceptable for any one side to monopolize.

"Coffee again." Ivan's eyebrows twitched upward a few times, while Mutsu, standing to the side, could not help but chuckle.

However, thinking about it made it clear: Guanyin giving the monkey those three life-saving hairs was likely, on one hand, because the monkey was a person of Buddhism, and on the other, it was surely compensation for the monkey having to wear the Tight-Fillet Spell.

"I thought you had already decided to marry Mr. Lu; I didn't expect you to still summon Mr. Bai and me here." After thinking about it for a night, Gu Fan clearly lost the aggressive stance from yesterday, his attitude becoming much more peaceful as he sighed with emotion.

It just so happened that news of Yu Mixing's return to the capital reached the palace, and those in the palace pondered letting the two spend some time together. Affection grows with time.

And from the time she entered the palace at eight years old, serving as an official under the identity of Nalan Shu, it had been over fourteen years since she first met Sima Qing face-to-face.

Although his eldest brother was very wary of him, Ye Weiheng was, after all, a member of the Ye family, and that sense of belonging to the family had long been integrated into his soul, not allowing anyone to trample upon it.

But I didn't want to go pay it specifically, so I just paid it on the way out to eat. Since I couldn't go online to upload the chapter, today's chapter is a bit late.

Li Mu could no longer bear to watch. He had no opinion on the Demon God slaughtering those of the Innate Realm who attempted to flee; there was nothing to say. Some people who had already been corrupted by desire were not worth his protection.

Although he only intended to rob, having a guide sounded pretty good. At least he wouldn't have to blindly ask people and go through all that trouble; it would be bad if he caused some kind of joke.

This should have been a good thing that everyone in the palace envied, but Huo Panpan instead calmly thanked the Empress and took her leave.

Finding nothing, Mo Ji and Feng Mo returned dejectedly to the mountains outside Star Fall City to apologize to Nalan Xue.

Yu Mixing's fingers were very slender; the calloused palms were likely formed from years of sword practice, appearing somewhat rough, brushing against Hua Shangxue's skin, yet not uncomfortable.

Kasite was quite frightened, but seeing Aiyingsha speak this way, the anxiety in his heart was somewhat calmed.

A scene that even surprised Ying Fei appeared: at this very moment, a thin mist seemed to stir on the body of the still-seated Ze Yan, and then it was as if something suddenly flew out from his body.

"Junior Brother, what are you thinking about? Let's go, let's go find Master." Lu Jianchen's voice suddenly rang out. Feng Hao looked at Lu Jianchen in a flustered manner for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Whether it was the 'Curse-Mark Ghost Slave' or the 'Magic Realm Phantom Face', all attacks turned around and aimed at them.

She subconsciously hugged Xia Yuxing's arm a little tighter, not because she wanted to take advantage of him, but truly because she was nervous.

"Huh?" Dongyun Ibuki was full of question marks, looking at the youth in front of her. The other party was wearing a blue shirt and gray knee-length pants, giving off a very fresh and comfortable feeling, belonging to that kind of one-hundred-percent pure youth, and had absolutely no connection to some middle-aged uncle.

"I took a look, didn't QQ Farm release some paid items? We can release free items; one costs money, one doesn't. Who do you think the users will choose?" Ma Huateng stated his idea.

Instantly, Ai Qi's body trembled, and a thick sense of happiness flooded her entire body.

He fired seven shots in a row toward the direction of the door. Only one hole remained on the blood membrane; all seven bullets hit the same spot. He stopped because the magazine was empty, but he could not hear the sound he wanted to hear—the sound of bullets striking the iron door.

Worship of Zhang Siyuan was worship of Zhang Siyuan, but as Li Hongyan, who could develop Baidu into an international company, he naturally would not truly be a brainless fan. When talking about work-related matters, Li Hongyan returned to being that wise and decisive Baidu Chairman.

Su Ning slowly took out the posthumous memorial from Lang Zheng's sleeve. He only opened it to take a look. His feelings were already a mix of emotions, but in the memorial, Lang Zheng recommended his subordinate, the Commander of the Guard Guan Yu, to succeed him in his position.

On this barren and desolate mountain land, as the Blood Queen wept, she could not help but reach out her hand, as if she wanted to grasp the already vanished figure of the Blood Spirit Monarch.

The sleep was very light, the dreams many and very clear. The events of the past few days played out in the dream like a revolving lantern.

Fusheng used his supernatural ability to control all objects in the tower to rise, even the soldiers were lifted up along with them.

And a Divine Ability user, after nine condensations of primordial power, can be called a Saint, or can attempt to kill a Saint.

On a certain pitch-black night, a stream of light landed in a certain tribe. This was a large silver-white saber, but the blade edge emitted a purple glow. No one knew the origin of this saber, and no one knew when it had been thrust here.