Chapter 511: Mr. Sweet Potato

"Is that your wife? →_→"

Although the slovenly man learned a lot of information from Watching Dou Dou, Watching Dou Dou likewise learned some things from him.

Mainly, Watching Dou Dou was too small, making people instinctively let their guard down around her.

"What, I don't look like it?"

Watching Dou Dou shook her head directly and said very honestly: "You're so ugly, big sister is so pretty."

"It's because... because..."

The slovenly man wanted to argue a few points, but in the end

Seeing this scene, the remaining bandits' faces changed drastically; they hurriedly retreated, their eyes full of terror.

"A famed sword choosing its master?" Ying Zheng, Zhao Gao, and even the four guards of "Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain" hidden all around — all six of them were shaken, the words escaping their lips before they could stop themselves.

He was seen raising his hand and lightly slapping Yuchi with one palm — very slow, very gentle, just like a father caressing his son's face.

Casually holding Chen Yuyu, Bai Yi kissed her while stirring his tongue, all the while examining Chen Yuyu's face.

"This was not Your Majesty's true intent; there must be a treacherous minister who slandered me, claiming I harbored disloyal ambitions, fabricating countless pieces of criminal evidence. Only when Your Majesty grew suspicious did you recall me from the front lines — is that not so?" Cao Bianjiao also spoke bluntly, without the slightest evasion.

Li Qinghou examined the famed sword in his hand; the treasured blade hummed and trembled, and a faint consciousness transmitted joy and affection. This sword was too beautiful, intoxicating — like a nation-toppling beauty, like the famed jade of He.

Fang Xing fell silent. Leng Hai was right — even if he could find a King-level powerhouse, could Fang Xing really feel at ease letting him break the membrane?

Chen Yuyu had never encountered such a scene; she couldn't help but freeze on the spot, stealing a glance at Bai Yi. Seeing Bai Yi's handsome, elegant features and extraordinary bearing, as if a boundless radiance shone behind him, she was momentarily dazed, and the annoyance in her heart completely dissolved.

The longsword came slicing through the air. Li Qinghou's handsome face curved into a slight smile; his right index and middle fingers pressed together, gang qi condensing into finger-light, and he used his fingers in place of a sword to battle Red Lotus.

Some time had already passed. During this period, the Daoist Priest had stayed home the whole time and stopped doing livestreams — because during his streams he could always see ghosts behind the camera, which was downright spine-chilling. Fortunately ordinary people couldn't see them; otherwise his livestream room would have been 404'd.

After all, Pan Zhao Yang's forte was strategy; in this kind of close-quarters combat that was almost a brawl, he had not the slightest advantage. Moreover, he was currently in soul form and didn't dare to clash head-on with Greedy Wolf, so he could only dodge aside.

After speaking, Yun Yuechan pulled the cucumber out of Yu Nianlu's mouth, then smeared her fingers between Yu Nianlu's legs before shoving them viciously into Yu Nianlu's mouth and stirring.

The beauty was very confident in herself — her ability could not have erred; what erred must have been that big bird.

With a "weng," that solid space was actually clawed open by his sharp wolf claws into four enormous fissures dozens of meters long, and the towering waves were also forcibly torn to shreds by the wolf claws. Although a few droplets still splashed onto his body, naturally they could not cause any harm.

The moment the two stepped into the back courtyard, a fatty of about forty came over carrying a tray; the two bowls on the tray were steaming hot, their contents unknown.

The tent seemed to have been reinforced with barriers and formations; inside should be disciples from the two factions who had been ambushed. Mu Xitian had already lost consciousness, but the tent could not be opened. What struck her as even stranger was that the baleful aura beneath her feet had not only failed to dissipate but grown even thicker.

The arrival was none other than the Western Tujue State Preceptor Yun Shuai. He himself was a Persian who had drifted to the Western Tujue and become their State Preceptor. His martial arts combined the strengths of both Persia and Western Tujue — his lightness skill was unrivaled, his blade technique astonishingly peerless, and his crescent moon saber made people on the grasslands tremble at the mere mention of him. In truth, his real age was already approaching fifty.

The Gu Diao's form drew closer and closer, even casually lifting one wing. With no choice, Mu Xici gritted her teeth and secretly plucked some ten-odd feathers from the Xi Yu.