Chapter 77

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

Although under the dragon's aura, these Golden-Eating Flying Ants trembled all over, under Fang Yan's control they finally gathered courage and charged at the old dragon.

Moreover, even if this giant ape used the Secret Method, it could only elevate its power to the Great Luo Golden Immortal level; given Wang Chuan's current Semi-Sage cultivation, dealing with him would take no more than a flick of the fingers.

"Forget it, perhaps this is fate!" Gu's father finally sighed and said no more.

Tian Feng looked at the snow lotus before him, his mood extremely cheerful, and couldn't help making a joke.

Gradually, the bicycle drew closer to the warship; when it reached beneath the vessel, the rider leapt aboard.

"Didn't you say earlier that the Admiral wasn't here?" Nagato narrowed her eyes, waiting for a reasonable explanation; although Ivan was also a Deep Sea Admiral, he was equally a Shipgirl Admiral—neither side could monopolize him.

"Coffee again." Ivan raised his eyebrows slightly, while Rikuo beside him couldn't help letting out a soft laugh.

But thinking about it made sense: Guanyin gave the monkey these three life-saving hairs partly because the monkey was a Buddhist disciple, and partly as compensation for forcing him to wear the Tightening Circlet.

"I thought you'd already decided to marry Mr. Lu, yet you still called me and Mr. Bai over." After thinking all night, Gu Fan clearly no longer displayed yesterday's aggressive stance; his tone had softened considerably as he remarked.

Just as news of Yu Mixi's return to the capital reached the palace, the palace's several figures began pondering letting the two spend some time together—time breeds affection.

And since she entered the palace at age eight, serving under the identity of Nalan Shu and meeting Sima Qing face-to-face, over fourteen years had passed.

Although his elder brother was wary of him, Ye Weiheng was still of the Ye family; the sense of belonging to his clan had long been woven into his soul, and he would not allow anyone to trample upon it.

But he didn't want to deliberately seek them out, so he only handed them over when going out for dinner; since he couldn't upload chapters online, today's chapter was a bit late.

Li Mu could no longer watch; he had no objection to the Demon God slaughtering those who tried to flee among the Primordial Realm cultivators—nothing to say, those already corrupted by desire didn't deserve his protection.

Although he'd only intended to rob, having a guide sounded fine—better than blindly asking people and wasting effort, lest he make a fool of himself.

This should have been a coveted blessing in the palace, yet Huo Panpan calmly thanked the Empress and took her leave.

Mo Ji and Feng Mo, having searched fruitlessly, returned dejectedly to the mountains outside Tianxing City to apologize to Nalan Xue.

Yu Mixi's fingers were long, his palm calloused from years of sword practice, rough yet not unpleasant as it brushed against Hua Shangxue's skin.

Cassette was greatly frightened; hearing Aiyingsha say this, his inner unease eased slightly.

A scene that even Ying Fei found astonishing appeared: at this moment, Zeyan, still seated, seemed to stir a thin mist, then something suddenly shot out from his body.

"Younger brother, what are you thinking? Come, let's find Master." Lu Jianchen's voice suddenly rang out; Feng Hao glanced at him, momentarily flustered, then nodded slightly.

Whether the "Incantation Seal Ghost Slave" or the "Demon Realm Illusory Visage," all attacks turned back upon them.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on Xia Yuxing's arm a little more—not to sneak a feel or take advantage, but simply because she was nervous.

"Huh?" Dongyun Yichui was utterly baffled, staring at the boy before him; the boy wore a blue shirt and gray knee-length pants, giving off a fresh, comfortable vibe—a pure, innocent youth with no connection whatsoever to middle-aged men.

"I checked—QQ Farm released some paid items, right? We could release free ones—one costs money, one doesn't—what do you think users will choose?" Ma Huateng voiced his idea.

Instantly, Ai Qi's body trembled, a deep sense of happiness flooding through her entire being.

He fired seven shots toward the door; the blood membrane bore only one hole—all seven bullets struck the exact same spot. He stopped because his magazine was empty, yet he heard none of the sound he wanted—the clang of bullets hitting the iron door.

Admiration for Zhang Siyuan was admiration for Zhang Siyuan, but Li Hongyan, who had turned Baidu into an international corporation, was certainly not a blind fan. When discussing work-related matters, Li Hongyan reverted to being the wise, decisive CEO of Baidu.

Su Ning slowly withdrew the dying man's memorial tablet from Lang Zheng's sleeve, opening it only to glance at it once. Emotions churned within him, yet the tablet revealed Lang Zheng recommending his subordinate, the Chief Secretary Guan Yu, to succeed him.

On this barren, desolate mountain land, the Blood Empress wept, instinctively reaching out her hand as if to grasp the now-vanished figure of the Blood Spirit Lord.

He slept lightly, dreaming often, and the dreams were vivid; events from the past few days played out in rapid succession like a revolving lantern.

Fusheng used his ability to raise all objects within the tower—including the soldiers.

As for the Divine Ability users, after the Nine Condensations of Yuan Power, they could be called Saints—or attempt to kill Saints.

On a certain pitch-black night, a streak of light fell into a certain tribe. It was a silver-white great blade, its edge glowing with purple light; no one knew its origin, nor when it had been planted there.