Chapter 535: Dirty Monkey

"Why did you all come out of Tang Tang's room?"

Taozi asked, while pinching the loudly laughing Ruan Hongzhuang beside her with some embarrassment and annoyance.

"Brother had us enter the dream to teach Tang Tang," Xiao Yue explained.

Taozi suddenly understood upon hearing this, finally recalling what Shen Siyuan had said the night before.

She was very curious about dream-entering and wanted to ask what it felt like, but was pulled away by Ruan Hongzhuang reaching out.

"Don't ask so much, if I can tell

"Send me the address, and lend us a large truck." Xu Yuxin accepted the mission without hesitation.

Su Mu's voice carried thick disbelief—the thing that had tormented him for most of half a year had, just like that, completely merged into his body?

This matter needs to be explained in person; he's in a meeting right now, so Mu Nuannuan should not go disturb him.

What she couldn't figure out was, even if she had drunk the beverage and fainted or something, how would He Xiao, being in the high school division, find out?

Her face flushed red all at once—this was by the sea; even if it was open and empty all around, vehicles occasionally passed by on the road. What if someone saw them?

"Uncle Nine, what was that monster just now? Is it your shikigami?" Her mood had calmed down, and only then did she discover that her hands had actually become somewhat stiff and unresponsive.

Bu Lan laid out various plans in the chat room, all to ensure they could grab this first pot of gold.

"Hmph, who are you putting on that pitiful look for? Ziteng, you just go report to the Jinxiu Group tomorrow, your uncle will arrange a position for you." Zheng Shan said.

If Wei Renshi had not already seen through Scholar Zhang's character, upon hearing these words, he would likely have retreated in shame.

He Weiwei was startled—they were actually going to smash the door. He immediately rinsed the blood off his face, then started shouting loudly.

And while cultivating, Xiao Ling's perception was not entirely shut off; he kept a portion observing the outside. Xiao Ling was also completely clear about Yun Yi's action of looking at him.

Is this the difference of realm? He had originally thought that since they were both Lin Tianxuan powerhouses, no matter how strong the other was, the gap could not possibly be this great. But only at this moment did Xiao Ling realize his thinking had truly been too naive.

Then a heavy strike came over, forcibly breaking through the evil-thought Luo Tianhua's water dragon body protection. Fortunately, during the duration of the water dragon body protection just now, Luo Tianhua's HP had already recovered to full, so this strike did not take his life, but instead dealt a massive damage value of over three million.

I was originally an ordinary Phantom Nightmare Butterfly. Our species of butterflies is very special—the cocoon's degree of hardness can be called abnormal. So before pupating, we need to make a lot of preparations, to avoid being unable to break out when the time comes to break the cocoon.

What surprised Xiao Ling even more was that when the Phantom Demon learned Xiao Ling was an alchemist, the Phantom Demon handed over the formula for this Divine Mystery Spirit Pill to Xiao Ling without any hesitation.

And Li Yi had originally thought Yadi would recount some earth-shattering experience, but in the end only heard Yadi give this plain narration.

High in the air, a Palm Mark had already pressed down toward Ye Fantian, boundless light flickering. This single palm was entirely the purest energy, but it was also the most terrifying energy.

Chen Feng's peripheral vision swept around, and he saw layers of mist already faintly rising from the ground all around. Within the woods, it also seemed as if gusts of yin wind had risen from flat ground. For a moment, the eerie mist, the fierce ghost wails, the silent yin wind—this patch of woods had suddenly become like an Asura hell.

The army rested briefly. Li Luo took out the map obtained from Yaoting and examined it carefully. The pursuing troops were close at hand, with an inexhaustible momentum. If they had to engage in battle at every place they passed, these forty thousand Great Gan soldiers could never fill the appetite of the Grass Sea Behemoths no matter what.

No. 1 Middle School was not far from the Lingjiang River bank that cut through the city. By now the sky had already grown dark, and the weeping willows on the bank, which had not yet turned green, swayed gently in the wind with their branches full of fine twigs, releasing a quiet atmosphere in the hazy night. Jin Ping's suggestion was good—this place was indeed a fine spot for lovers to meet.