Chapter 456: Old Friend

Shen Siyuan heard someone call his name, turned around, and was also somewhat surprised.

"Hong Wenqing, why are you here?"

The person who came was Shen Siyuan's university classmate and also a good gaming partner, Hong Wenqing.

"I was about to ask you! What are you doing here?"

Hong Wenqing wore a stylish casual suit today, his hair was neatly groomed, looking like a proper gentleman, completely without his usual sloppy appearance.

Shen Siyuan did not answer.

It was just that he perhaps did not know at all that right behind him, inside the dry well behind him, the person he had waited thirty years for was right beneath this dry well.

Entering the Talisman Sword Sect, Wu Fangu shouted loudly: "Brother Hong, Wu has come here; you should be able to sense it, why set up such obstacles?" Wu Fan's voice traveled a thousand li; having cultivated to the Soul Transformation realm, Wu Fan's words easily reached a thousand li in all directions.

On the spectator stands beside the field, there was absolute silence. Especially Wu Yan's fans, each one speechless; in their hands, they held the large banner "Wu Yan, Wu Yan, victory in the first battle" that had been prepared long ago, yet they could not raise it high.

"Husband." Jiu'er felt the atmosphere at this moment was truly stifling; she felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She walked from behind Jing Yu to Jing Li Chen's side and gently tugged his sleeve.

The personnel from the disciplinary department took Xia Zhi to a room. The room was very spacious, with only one table and two stools, placed on either side of the table.

"After New Year's Day the school will hold exams; it is already December 11th now, and we are all reviewing." Jing Muya picked herself up and replied.

The Central Plains are prosperous, but Xiangyun Mountain and Yunlong Mountain are part of the same mountain range; in this area, the mountains rise and fall. If those were martial arts masters with profound skills, or experts in the Profound Dao arts and supernatural powers, it would be fine.

However, thinking that a divine-level battle axe would soon be in hand, the Bishop immediately felt less heartache.

Xia Jianye and Yang Xinyi had been husband and wife for so many years; how could he not see that Yang Xinyi was merely being unreasonable and obstinate?

Draco thought it was quite beautiful: minions against minions. First knock down these few chatterboxes who spoke arrogantly right in front of us, and won't the people behind them who directed them jump out?

"I discovered this principle when passing 'Carp Bridge': once people agree on a direction, they will keep walking in that direction. Even if it is wrong, they will not turn; this is the power of faith," Bai Jin Wu said.

"So it is the Martial Star Lord descending to the mortal world; you bless our region with peace! Please accept our bow!" Seeing that elder kneel down again, everyone heard it was the Martial Star Lord descending and immediately knelt down one after another to kowtow.

Even if the marks on the arms of those Death Eaters were as scalding as a branding iron, how many people would dare to accept your recruitment?

"Why not?" Ji Meinai merely smiled; seeing the Lolita jump with anxiety, he was very happy.

"I don't know, the Gao family? What Gao family!" That middle-aged man had merely come by chance, but after hearing the words "Gao family," his face suddenly changed expression.

After a long while, Que caught his breath, raised his hand to dry-wipe his face, found he had wiped a face full of dust, and disdainfully clicked his tongue.

Therefore, relying on the Jia family's reputation, Jia Cong had easily completed the preliminary framework of some of his ideas.

The ticket seller and the driver immediately shrank into the corner, trembling—of course, not forgetting to tightly hug that large bag of "hush money."

A height of one meter eighty, muscles bulging all over, weighing two hundred jin; there were many stubbles on his face. It was completely impossible to tell this was a fourteen-year-old boy; if one said he was forty, some might even believe it.

He knocked on the door several times outside, but there was no response; he asked, but no one answered. He thought Murong Nian was still angry, so he comforted her with a few more words and left first; anyway, she would come out eventually.