Chapter 117: Half a Steamed Bun

Shen Siyuan flipped his palm, formed a hand seal with his fingers, and directly recalled Dou Dou into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to avoid disturbing the old woman.

The old woman, seeing the small doll with the flame burning on its head that terrified her suddenly vanish, was somewhat surprised, but quickly recovered and immediately went to meet Shen Siyuan.

"Great Mage..."

The old woman called out from a distance.

"Elder," Shen Siyuan replied politely.

"Great Mage indeed"

"Alright, everyone, start changing clothes immediately. Moreover, TV station personnel will be following up this time; Yang Xiaofan won't go too far no matter what he does, so rest assured. If anything happens, it will definitely be within a controllable range." Xiao Xuan had no issues herself, and appearing on television was quite fun.

The two raced through the air, heading straight for Gongsun Changyuan's former residence, but upon arrival, they found the outside of that house still swarming with insect monsters; breaking through instantly seemed impossible.

Her consciousness was not yet fully clear, and her body was difficult to move, likely due to the effects of being frozen for a long time.

Under equal ranks, the fire-breathing insects' flames were more terrifying than a cultivator's high-grade fire spells; their power was so great they could melt even steel. Although there was still a gap between this and the Great Burning Heaven Art and the Heavenly Phoenix Azure Flame Art, it was enough to make Xiao Mingxin suffer.

"Do the right thing, without any hesitation!" Tian Ye's voice suddenly rang in Duan Wuxiong Hun's deep heart, causing Duan Wuxiong Hun to instantly calm down.

He gazed into the distance, then looked around, finding himself seated on a huge Dao platform. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding the posture of the Dao-Comprehension Seal, and must have just been comprehending the Dao before waking up now.

She killed her best friend who trusted her, stole her man, and betrayed her godfather and godmother who had been so good to her, yet she felt no regret at all.

By dusk, Su Xiaoshuang had driven over early. For the Huo family, Su Xiaoshuang was no longer just An Qinya's good sister, but a member of the Huo family.

Seeing Ye Xin say nothing, An Qinya waved her hand, the driver started the car, and the window slowly closed.

Because everything was broken and desolate, long devoid of life, the air was filled with the scent of death everywhere, as if it were the end of the world.

He was still young, and with the Poseidon Serum and the Gun Kata training tutorials, training his own order of clerics was only a matter of time.

That lamp was not of much use to her anyway; since she was already a demon, there was no need to use it to probe others.

After a simple preparation, Jiang Fan, Bu Tonglin, He Fenini, Jin Maiji, and Meng Chao's ghost set off together.

Having said that, he walked over with a face full of apology, took some of the items from his hand, and lightened his burden.

He looked at the bun in his hand, then at the finished coffee, unable to decide which to choose for a moment.

The golden phoenix in the half-sky circled and danced, carving out magnificent trails of golden light afterimages in the air.

Jiang Fan did not understand, but everyone has their own aspirations. Although the turkey's behavior was merely moving itself, since it enjoyed it, Jiang Fan did not wish to interfere.

Her words carried a touch of grievance, somewhat coquettish and cutesy; her flushed face made her appear even more charming.

After a fierce battle, Yamamoto Isoroku led four aircraft carriers and over twenty warships, plus five thousand Japanese soldiers, broke through the American defense line, and fled back toward Midway.

Jia Yunqi was somewhat surprised that his attack had been neutralized so easily. He raised his hand, preparing to scatter the sword qi, but the moment he made contact, his expression changed drastically. He quickly retreated backward, landing back within the Light Realm.

Her thoughts differed from the original Song Yunxiu's; she felt that marrying a critically ill patient who was both wealthy and powerful yet lying unconscious in bed was a very good match.

If that were the case, it might make sense, but upon closer imagination, it seemed a bit suspicious. Even if there were a water world, or even an ocean world, they would use special water sources; they certainly would not use the water from the Great Qing River. So they might as well block the bridge holes, but why would they dredge the silt?