Chapter 105: 104 A Gentleman Is Like an Orchid; Without Words, He Is Trusted

104 A Gentleman Is Like an Orchid; Without Words, He Is Trusted

Fang Qingye slept until past nine before waking, and his spirits immediately felt much better. After getting dressed and washing up, the house was already empty—he didn't know what his parents had gone out to do.

He went downstairs to a small eatery outside the residential compound for breakfast, then prepared to drive to his grandfather's nursery.

He had already arranged his three-day holiday.

First, go to grandfather's nursery, visit grandfather and grandmother, and along the way take a few photos of the orchids in full bloom—he had promised Bai Ou, and couldn't fool a Miss like her.

Then

Faced with A Si's string of questions, Shinji appeared quite helpless. After all, he had only met with Xiba once recently, trained with him for a little while, and hadn't even seen a trace of him since.

The Earth-Attendant Immortal said to the wine-drinking elder: "I say, Metal-Lung Immortal, what's your rush? Let me think a bit more, let me think a bit more." As he spoke, the Earth-Attendant Immortal scratched his head and thought for quite a while longer.

The young man was none other than Xia Hou Chenxiao. As for how he had swapped places with Wen Yukou's so-called "lover," that will be told later.

However, although the sweltering heat had dispersed, within the Zhou clan, many people's hearts were growing ever more fervent, because the most important family selection trial was also about to begin.

"Holy crap, what the hell is this thing? Scared the hell out of me." Just as the few of us were still admiring the bone dragon ahead, we suddenly heard Seven Killings' shout from behind us.

Now that everyone from the Ouyang clan had vanished from sight, the world was vast, and finding a few people who were deliberately hiding was far too difficult.

Zhou Tian shot a resentful glare at the grinning flood dragon, said a curt remark, then headed into the dense forest. He soon found a hidden thicket, sat cross-legged, assumed a cultivation posture, and began recovering the true yuan within his body.

Once the bloodline also awakened, this continent would be nothing more than a mere plaything in his hands.

"Now this is exciting. Watch this action blockbuster properly—it's a perfect chance to see the combat skills of foreign players." Seven Killings leaned against the stone wall, stared intently at the battlefield not far off, and said to us with some excitement.

Mu Yi stood to the side without speaking. He merely watched Qin Le calmly. He knew Qin Le hated him and wanted him dead, so he wasn't the least bit surprised by this move. On the contrary, if Qin Le hadn't done it, that would truly have surprised him.

"Mother, what a fine performance!" Long Linfei glared at Tian Xue, tossed out this remark, gave a sweep of his sleeve, and turned to leave.

"Very good?" Zi Yi gave a bitter laugh. Clearly she didn't agree with my assessment—or rather, she now felt I was mocking the Heavenly Emperor.

"Benefits outweigh the drawbacks?" Long Linfei's heart was filled with doubt. What kind of logic was that? Was it like doing business, weighing the pros and cons?

Everyone in the Immortal's Forbidden Zone burst into laughter, but only Yue Ling frowned slightly, feeling a touch of displeasure in her heart.

Li Shigao said he was busy and told his younger brother to go pick it up, asking Wu Po to help cash out the gold coins along the way, and sent Bei Mingyou's ID to Wu Po.

Why doesn't this Miss speak? Could it be that she's been frightened? Or perhaps she didn't hear clearly what I said?

The effect of Necromantic Sacrifice turned out to be that it couldn't be healed by any means—this skill was far too overpowered, and instantly the crowd found it somewhat unacceptable.

Therefore, he did not know whether, when a certain power reached its extreme, it would be like this current force of Lei Ting—possessing such domineering might, a domineering might that could not tolerate the existence of anything else.

After they had agreed, Zhao Jia returned home. The night passed without incident. The next day was Saturday. Li Zhiguo, rarely, gave Zhao Jia a day off. Yang Pan also happened to be off that day. The two close friends arranged to meet at the county pedestrian street for some shopping.

"Anyang, Zhang Sheng will be fine. Looking at his face now, it seems good—his spirit is also full. He doesn't look injured; he should have just fainted for some reason." Standing to the side, Zhen Mixian also knew a thing or two about reading people, so he said this to Anyang.