Chapter 167: Does Youth Mean Ignorance? Do Others Dig Pits Just to Make You Take the Blame?

Twenty minutes later, Jian Dong and the others hurried back to the hotel. Ai Shan knocked on Fang Qingye’s door and told him to go to Jian Dong’s room.

Fang Qingye followed them inside and saw two people: Jian Dong sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, and Li Liang stood beside him like a schoolboy who had done something wrong.

“Old Ai, Xiao Fang, sit down,” Jian Dong said, then glanced at Li Liang standing nearby and snorted: “You

After glancing once into the sky, Liu Ming prepared to leave immediately and join the Demon God Kunpeng and the others in the demon realm.

Fire Dragon Grass can strike the Beast Giant, Alan Giant, and Armor Giant all at once.

Looking down at the raging river surging endlessly below, Liu Ming’s eyes lit up and he instructed Liu Er.

Perhaps many among this nation’s youth have realized the precariousness of their situation, but unquestionably, these two stand at the very forefront of the storm.

When a cultivator ascends to a major realm, it typically stirs the surrounding and overhead winds and clouds, triggering obvious spatial qi vortices; the higher the realm, the greater the affected area, indicating the cultivator’s expanded control over space.

The god she once served was the God of Nature, Nora; now she serves the God of Eternity, Cyril Adrien, and everything she is exists solely to fulfill him.

Even when Emperor Yongle was still a prince guarding the frontier, he worked to subdue the Duoyan Three Guards and rebuilt them in the first year of Yongle.

Only then did the crowd below the stage notice the flying sword, and seeing Lin Yu’s performance, they were baffled—only a few showed expressions of horror.

The boy’s voice suddenly rang out; La Zi immediately stopped and turned back to see the boy crouching, lifting a long monster’s body from the grass.

Thor, Loki, and even the goddess Frigg—all their powers were a tier lower, possibly even more.

“Does this mean I’ve been added to the Ling family’s genealogy?” Xiao Yun’er asked, half-understanding.

“Don’t worry, Father has a way,” Feng Junyao said, raising a handsome eyebrow, then turned and opened a hidden compartment in the wall, pulling out a black jade token.

Rather than acting immediately, they held a brief discussion and unanimously decided to split into two groups, planning to approach the eastern and western walls of Hulao Pass to open its gates and let the main army enter.

For all these years, he had never found out who wrote that letter. The only person in this world who truly cared for him was his mother; sometimes he even suspected she hadn’t died at all—that she was living somewhere in hiding, and that the anonymous letter was written by her.

She wore an extremely short, pink skirt and a nearly transparent white top, equally sheer, and walked straight over here.

“Tongtong, this is Chef Charlie. Today, to cook for you, he ignored all other customers’ orders and handed them off to the second chef,” Wei Zheng boasted.

Because Wan Jinrong had prepared thoroughly for this trip, but hadn’t anticipated this situation—the rope was only a precaution and had no matching lock. I always felt that swinging across the rope by arm strength alone was less safe than just jumping.

But I still don’t understand: even if this thing really could serve as an automatic door-closing device, who put it here? Xu Chuanxiang, or the previous owner of the house? What kind of mindset is that? Just for fun?

Indeed, the most vicious bandits are rare, and those who dare defy the court are rarer still—who would climb Mount Liang if not driven to desperation?

But Xie Shurong’s words, “the most perfect, without exception,” excluded all other teammates entirely.