Chapter 214: The Wind Listener

Shen Siyuan had originally planned to go to the Rainbow House early.

But when he picked up the gift for Tang Tang, he suddenly realized.

There are so many children in the Rainbow House; he couldn't possibly give a gift only to her.

If he really did that, the other children without gifts would surely snatch it from her.

So after thinking it over, he decided to buy some more gifts to take along.

But since it was early morning and the shops weren't open, he could only wait with patience.

Until

"How can I accept this?" Tang Zeng glanced at the Holy Blood Fruit and said, but unexpectedly a fat, large hand suddenly reached out and took the Holy Blood Fruit right away.

"I've restarted several times already, but I still can't find it; it seems to have vanished into thin air," Gu Changqing said.

Hearing Master Achai say that, the soldier suddenly felt truly tempted.

"Yes, this is slaughter. Because our alliance's advantage is absolute!" Model laughed heartily.

"Mr. Yi, how about we have lunch together? There's a very good sushi restaurant nearby!" Su Gongqing couldn't figure out the relationship between Yi Ming and Su Su, but she was certain Yi Ming was a key figure; building a good relationship with Yi Ming would definitely benefit her future.

Hearing Beauty Zhao say these words, the Sword Hero's body trembled; then, fearing he might affect Beauty Zhao's continued storytelling, he simply took a deep breath to calm his emotions, terrified of disturbing her.

"You give it to me instead, so I won't cry!" Su Su waved her hand backward, not letting Yi Ming see the reluctant tears in her eyes.

"That's fake; it's Lu Haotian's illusion. The real Biyou is already dead," Wu Gang said.

They heard their own arteries pounding in both temples like two iron hammers, and the breath coming from their chests sounded like wind blowing from a dark cave.

Jin Chanzi had always believed Li Shimin was an ambitious person, and ambitious people tend to overthink.

The white python was struck to the ground; before those martial artists could act, it roared and soared into the air again, with lightning still crackling and buzzing across its body.

Now that was bad; Shi Yu became displeased and said, "What are you doing! I'm not a sore loser!"

With several plop-plop sounds of wings, Gandi mounted his giant bird and flew away into the black night sky.

Zhou Tong also gradually relayed information from Tianjing: the Lu family was completely ruined, the Tian family had declined, energy and mining industries were mostly returned to state ownership, purely market-oriented industries were invested in and controlled by major investment firms, and emerging industries were mostly acquired by private enterprises; one could say every level was satisfied.

After Jiang Han spoke a single sentence, that middle-aged man froze, looking at Jiang Han with a feeling of disbelief.

At that moment, on the road below, the non-stop flow of traffic stopped. The green light turned on, and pedestrians on both sidewalks surged across to the opposite side.

However, when the magic power within Jiang Han resonated with this spiritual energy, Jiang Han felt something completely different.

Just as everyone was shocked, a sentence was also spoken by the Primordial Spirit in front of Chen Xiao.

A white paper fan appeared before the Jade-Faced Young Master, steadily blocking the immortal sword from True Person Ziyi.

He rushed to the school cafeteria, but the doors were already closed; helplessly, he could only buy a pack of instant noodles at the school supermarket.

"Didn't you promise me you'd hold the wedding as soon as you returned to City A?" Yan Yixin smiled, standing behind her; two faces immediately appeared in the mirror.

Various pills and medicines, all kinds of Medicine Kings, totaled over a hundred and ten varieties. Hearing this, Zhang Yifan almost stood there, stunned and dumbfounded.

How spiritual! Li Jing stared tightly at that silver-white figure, inevitably revealing a greedy look in his eyes.

Zhang Yifan closed his eyes and concentrated, beginning to slowly release the Nascent Soul! Then, gray light like mist enveloped Zhang Yifan's head, and countless spells, like floodwaters released from a dam, surged into Zhang Yifan's mind.