Chapter 567: Children

Huo Ran seemed to recall something, her expression subtly cooling; her foot crushed a fallen leaf, producing a crisp crack.

Only Xiao Yunshu looked at Chu Yanqing with pity: “Third brother, you must work hard to take good care of the fifth brother.” With that, he raised his jade cup and drank merrily with Gu Changci.

In truth, Luo Yicheng found group meals too boring—he only wanted to finish work and rest properly.

“The Xuantian Mirror? You’ve already reached the Xuantian Mirror? The Bingxin Flower truly fell into your hands!” Song Feiyun spat in hatred.

In the audience seats, not a sound stirred; no one had expected Xuan Zhantian, who had just held the upper hand, to be suddenly reversed—and in such a shocking manner.

Previously, Ye Qingluo had clearly sensed his attempt to control her with Xuan Yin Qi.

Such a weak soul force could not sustain his soul; he could only helplessly watch himself vanish utterly from this world.

Long moments passed before she slowly sat up, leaning against the carriage wall; by the moonlight filtering through the window curtains, she opened her palm—there, a bloody, mangled wound stretched across her palm.

This was a woman of supreme beauty, possessing the face of a top-tier cosmic celebrity, yet endowed with a unique aura surpassing even the most elite stars.

After a flurry of shoving and pushing, they could only watch the young man wearing a hat and mask depart.

A wave of frost swept over Huangzu Zhengyi; as it struck him, it exploded instantly, freezing into ice statues the several-meter-radius priests still spamming buffs.

Chen Jin’s car was coated with anti-peeping film, so his travels remained unseen by others.

If Gandhi had not already issued orders to them in advance, Han Chen would never have believed it.

Like Intel’s CPUs, frequently changing pin interfaces, downstream manufacturers could only silently produce successive generations of motherboards conforming to the interface standards.

Hundreds of thousands of players moved, carrying the NPC-provided ladders like a tidal wave surging toward Jiwu City.

Jiang Shi was so furious she felt dizzy, clutching her chest as she sank back into her chair; Tan Gu hurriedly brought a cup of water and patted Jiang Shi’s back.

Only when Cui Ze saw that the Qinglong’s scorching breath had not been shattered by the Admiral’s punch, nor turned into a meteor shower of cataclysmic flames, did he finally relax slightly.

Make Qin Yan fall utterly in love with her now. Even if he someday discovers the truth, it will be her beside him.

Even after calculating attack speed, it reached 3—enough for three swords per second, not much slower than an Assassin.

This string of questions, laced with barbs and thrusts, was hurled at Wu Gusun Hongyi, leaving him flushed and stammering; after mumbling two phrases, he snorted and fell silent.

“Daoqing, when you entered the palace, were you willing?” Thinking of this, Zhao Yuju asked softly.

“Hah, isn’t this a great item? I won it from Di Ka’en in a bet back then!” Kua Erkai laughed loudly, seeing Jiang Yang’s gaze. Hearing Kua Erkai’s words, Jiang Yang’s lips curled upward.

With Zhao Youcai’s depth of scheming, he was no less cunning than Zhao Lao Si; he would surely seek vengeance for Zhao Lao Qi’s family. Since I witnessed the scheming of Zhao Lao Qi and Zhao Lao Si, father and son, I’ve found the Zhao family’s descendants terrifying indeed.

When Xiao Nan realized this, his figure slowly vanished from the vast secret chamber; the space within did not ripple or stir after his departure, revealing the terrifying height of his cultivation.

The early prehistoric stage consisted of 32 tribal rule periods: 12, 11, and 9. This phase belonged to the embryonic stage of religion; after Pangu’s creation and the worship of heaven, religion continued to develop but had not yet reached the stage of animal worship. Thus, the leaders of these tribes took human form.

Wenren Ze did not follow; Zhou Jian sat beside Wenren Huiyin, gazing at the brilliant night view, his heart churning with emotion.

Thus we have two entirely opposing theories: racial differentiation and assimilation. The difference between these theories depends solely on the duration of isolation.

The villagers had already cleared the ash from the kiln, stacked the firewood, and in the distance, they saw someone leading an ox cart loaded with two large piles of coal; clearly, the villagers had thought ahead carefully—such intense heat, no matter how powerful or fierce the gu insect, would reduce it to ashes after three days and nights of burning.

Xiao Xiucai froze upon hearing this; recalling his encounters with the child, he realized he had kept asking him questions—the child’s words made sense: they were strangers, so why should he teach him?

Zhao Xingyuan gazed after Yu Qingyao’s carriage long after it had vanished, until someone reminded him to help his master back to the mansion. The Wu household bustled in chaos—summoning physicians, brewing medicine—for a full hour before Wu Guangxi lay on the bed, hollow-eyed and weeping bitterly.

The slender battle sword in her hand trembled faintly with her delicate arm, brimming with defiance and fierce resolve—but days of relentless battles had drained her sword qi and spiritual energy; otherwise, today’s killing Arhat would have gained not a single advantage.

At this moment, Fan Chou pointed forward and suddenly said: “Young Master Feng, ladies, look—Young Master has come out.”

The group had agreed to fight the ninjas tomorrow, so no one slept tonight; all sat in silent meditation, ensuring they reached peak condition for tomorrow.

Watching Wang Bashi prepare to leave, Qian Buman still dared to probe: “Brother Wang, don’t rush off—Qian still has more to say. Listen to me before you go. If it’s truly too dark, I’ll arrange your return.”