Chapter 327: The Miraculous Tang Tang

Jiang Taozhi glanced at the time, immediately shut down the computer, packed her things, and did it all in one go.

Finally, carrying her bag, she walked to Ruan Hongzhuang's office, knocked, and without waiting for a reply from inside, pushed the door open and entered.

Ruan Hongzhuang, seated behind the desk, heard the sound and looked up.

She wore gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of intellectual competence.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's time to get off work," Jiang Taozhi said.

Ruan Hongzhuang

Li Qingmu, angered by Cai Xiang's appearance, bit her lower lip with her pearl-white teeth, then finally reached out, took the medicine bowl, and downed it in one gulp.

This was truly extraordinary; the Jade Emperor thought carefully and realized that even he himself in the past did not possess the ability Qin Ning has now.

The skull of that skeleton tilted backward, its eye sockets hollowed into two black pits; upon closer inspection, it seemed the eyeballs were still inside, staring at Li Qingmu who was watching it. Its white teeth were clenched tightly, resembling a mocking smile.

At that time, he was walking toward a village; after a whole day, he had investigated dozens of villages but heard not a single word about Zhu Qing.

After complaining, Feng Liangchen turned over and mounted his steed, but halfway there, he suddenly stopped.

Mu Xilan smiled. "Unable to invite? Or unwilling? What is the Snow Saint? What is Jin Ling's Feng Yanqing's Ice Lotus? What is Die Yue? What is Han Tianmo? And what am I?"

At the last moment, the Seven-Colored Stone output a portion of the Heavenly Dao's primordial essence to protect Qin Ning's heart and lungs; combined with the countless life forces within the Nine Heavens Exquisite Tower's space desperately replenishing and restoring Qin Ning's injuries, this barely managed to keep Qin Ning's breath alive.

Seeing Qin Ning laugh, Zhuge Yimeng, for all his shrewdness, could not immediately discern Qin Ning's thoughts.

The two men inadvertently crushed the already unstable door in front of them, and the people around could not help but stare in shock at the ambiguous scene unfolding between the two men.

But with the skill already active, he could only remain in that strange posture with great frustration; fortunately, a wave of momentum oscillation brought a clear breeze that eased him considerably.

The old man looked at Jiu Huang with a beaming smile. Hearing that Jiu Huang's answer to the riddle was correct, the crowd below turned their heads to look at her; aside from a few young masters whose eyes held appreciation for Jiu Huang, most of the gazes directed at her carried hostility.

Jing Moxuan closed his eyes and pondered inwardly—Sigh, my pride and joy, self-control, has been broken in front of her.

The giant sword stopped three centimeters in front of Gu Yu; no matter how hard the fierce curse exerted force, it could not advance even half a centimeter further; more accurately, Gu Yu's left hand blocked that giant sword.

Han Shui'er naturally understood this point perfectly. But she, too, simply did not wish to admit this fact.

The person who helped Fatty up was Old Zhou, who had always guarded the camp gate, but now that he appeared in this gymnasium, his identity was that of Long Ge's direct subordinate.

Whether Mo Beixuan's consciousness still lingered on that seal was unknown; after Cang Yuan spoke those words, the light gradually faded away.

"Truly the person chosen by the old fellow; he saw through it at a glance!" the Soul-Devouring Evil Spirit laughed, but gradually he also felt something was wrong; Cang Yuan seemed not to be the Cang Yuan of before, his aura had completely changed, mixed with a trace of bloodthirsty frenzy.

"Hehe, but tonight he indeed prepared quite a few good things!" Gu Shihui, the Third Elder of the Heavenly Martial Sect, spoke up.

Qian Ruoruo's hand, however, stopped three centimeters from Xiao Zimo's face. This was not Qian Ruoruo stopping on her own; someone had grabbed her wrist with such force that she could not move.

"As long as it is not that ore, it is up to you!" Chen Ziyi, clearly fed up with the mining environment, made a promise outright.

"Is this your last will and testament?" The thought flashed through Mi Dou's mind; a strong sense of tragic heroism rose in his heart, and Beimingzi continued speaking on.