Chapter 508: Morning

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Ruan Hongzhuang went straight to the balcony.

Since being with Shen Siyuan, she rarely wore makeup, because it was completely unnecessary; without makeup, she was in her most perfect state.

She stood aside, watching Shen Siyuan exercise—no, it would be more accurate to say he was cultivating.

Shen Siyuan wore only a pair of shorts; with his movements, the trembling of his muscles and the stretching of his tendons and bones were so startling to behold, yet at the same time possessed an alternative kind of masculinity.

The Five-Needle Life-Sustaining Method could even sustain the life of someone like Mao Yuxi, who was already dead; let alone a situation like Shao Rujun's—it was absolutely no problem at all.

"Not good!" Mo Li suddenly seemed to think of something. He grabbed Ajie and tore through the void, leaving the place.

Xu Qiyun gathered her composure; hearing her father's words, she strongly suspected whether Xu Qihan was ill.

Bai Jie, over forty years old, had skin that was fair and tender; looking solely at the size and elasticity of that pair of upright breasts, one knew without touching that they were absolutely not Common Grade; the most alluring part were those two cherries, making one inevitably have an evil urge to take a bite.

"Lady, perhaps I should call Mr. to come back and accompany you to the hospital for a checkup? This won't do for you." Yu Ma looked at her bloodless face, plus the fact that she had drunk alcohol last night and slept on the sofa, catching a chill.

Seizing a spare moment, Xiao Mingrui invited Li Shaoming out alone. "Shaoming, I have something to ask you." As Xiao Mingrui spoke, he glanced left and right several times, acting mysteriously, like a thief.

Those who came were all high-level rogue cultivators from nearby, all of whom knew each other and exchanged nods when they met in daily life. Facing this situation, everyone had selfish motives, yet no one was willing to be the first to step forward; they all unconsciously looked toward the one with the highest cultivation in the group, the hundred-year-old elder, Xiao Bai.

Ye Feng still sat in the same spot, motionless, and even reached out to gently pull the trembling, delicate body of Yun Shiyaya into his embrace.

They never expected the other party to speak so directly, so now they all clearly understood the other's intentional approach. "My life is very valuable," Yun Moxi said indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Mo Li Ying's face changed; for her, what were these KFCs? Perhaps they didn't even count as anything at all?

"This Mystic Realm is truly huge; we've been walking for so long, let alone finding Huang Yibang's camp, we haven't even found other classes' camps." Huo Yueying glanced at the lush forest around her and couldn't help but speak.

Except for Jiang Tang, everyone was stunned, clearly not understanding how these two suddenly became so painful.

Chen Rui smiled, packed those few boxes into his broken pickup truck, then floored the accelerator, and the car drove out of the camp.

"I want to get up! I want to get up! I want to get up!" Shi Liang, whose thinking ability was slowly beginning to recover bit by bit, kept shouting in his heart, but his weak and powerless body, apart from wave after wave of heart-piercing convulsions, could no longer move in any other way.

She had cultivated in the Glazed Space all night last night; besides cultivating spiritual power, she also cultivated mental power.

"Is the Nine Nether Spring still here?" Lin Feng suddenly turned his head and stared at the water surface; the water mist that blocked the sky and sun concealed their figures very well.

Seeing Jiang Tang's resolute attitude, a look that would not yield to oil or salt, Jiang Qirong became furiously enraged, emitting a chilling coldness that was terrifying to the surroundings.

Da Xue regained freedom and immediately jumped onto Qu Yao Yao's lap, beginning to purr, act spoiled, and roll around.

Not only could Guo Chen understand, Ke Fei and Ming Lan also understood; now, even Fang Anran understood.

Sun Meng glanced at Yutaro, then glanced at Ming Lan, passing over a questioning look; he also knew the game rules of the Mingwu Ancient Hunting Ground.

Carrier pigeons were also strategic materials; if one had carrier pigeons, a relay station could be set up every five hundred li at most, thus greatly increasing the speed of information transmission. At this moment, with no phones or anything else, even carrier pigeons were the most convenient.