Chapter 571

"So this is the real gift today."

Great-grandmother looked at her hands; the wrinkled backs of her hands now seemed much smoother.

She reached out and touched her cheeks, feeling the same softness from her skin.

Just now, when she swallowed that green pill, she felt a coolness spread from her throat to her abdomen, then throughout her entire body.

This chill was different from the sensation of eating ice cream—it wasn’t the icy cold of ice cream.

An Liang spoke, and about the book on Ming history, which was ranked first on Earth, it began to replay bit by bit, crystal clear, as if every character were carved into his mind.

Even the current great detective Simon was just an impostor—he had borrowed the identity from the real Simon.

Since losing her one-on-one duel with No. 17, Hiris had already decided that Saru must not become a complete form.

"Now isn't the time to talk about this—what's the situation on the mountain?" Qin Feng asked, frowning seriously.

Clearly, he was furious and humiliated, and deeply understood that he could never obtain their bodies.

The vehicle continued forward, following the provincial highway past the village entrance all the way to the Siyuan River, then heading toward the county, where cars gradually grew more numerous.

Dao Man altered part of his spiritual force’s nature in a short time, reversing the spell he had cast, causing it to produce certain negative effects.

At this moment, Nakazawa Mifumi was urgently leading his troops toward Goucun Town; he rode atop a horse, his aged face drawn long, as if someone owed him eight hundred yuan and refused to pay.

The last to leave was Sakura Ling; she said nothing more, only smiled at Yeshen Yi and bid him farewell—this smile could truly soften the heart.

I’m over forty, dragged around, beaten like a dog, yet a fifteen-year-old kid not only called and got me out, but also extorted fifty thousand from Weird Uncle—and then broke Jia Laosan’s leg to avenge me... How can the gap between people be so vast?

Zhou Yingying felt conflicted, unsure whether she should go call out to Moyi—would it be impolite to wake her like this?

Blood Rage: Enter the Blood Rage state, summon a blood-energy sword for attack and increase the power of blood-energy skills; the blood-energy sword can absorb enemies’ blood energy.

Yuan Bao Duoduo was unimpressed; she was a child from an ordinary family, raised in a harmonious, happy home, and many things simply made no sense to her.

As expected, the handsome face, usually expressionless as if carved from stone for ten thousand years, now showed clear changes; Gu Sen watched his complexion darken bit by bit, catching a fleeting flash of something fierce in his eyes, and his heart soared with delight.

This was Fei Teng’s personal guard, named the Wolf Fang Legion, all at the peak of the Venerable Realm; since joining the army and gradually rising to general, he had trained this force himself.

Everyone was startled—wasn’t this the middle-aged man? How could he appear? Only Ye Yu’s expression subtly changed, without excessive surprise; after experiencing the Chaos Ring incident, he knew the world held endless wonders—nothing was impossible, only unimaginable.

The two siblings had not seen each other in ten years; their mother had already given the Light-Shadow Pearl as a greeting gift—now it was his turn as the older brother.

This preconceived notion made Kaisen fear Lin Yan intensely, so much so that every word Lin Yan spoke carried great intimidation.

Vivian Dora opened her large, watery eyes, gazing at the beautiful woman before her with red curls.

The moment his hand touched those crimson, thread-like strands, they suddenly collapsed and vanished.

Ye Qitian led the martial world for thirty years; everyone called him a martial genius, yet he spent his entire life reaching only Level Eleven of the Luo Hou You Dian, while Ye Linjun reached Level Ten in just two years.

The journey stretched endlessly; the highway stretched like a dragon without end, the car traveling upon it like a speck of ant, while villages and fields beneath zoomed past, distant mists drifting between mountains and fields, profoundly distant.

Zhong Man unconsciously frowned, pulling Tong Xingyue into the ward; Shao Jingyan was working on the sofa; seeing them, he shut his tablet and observed them indifferently.

"Do you have time later to have tea together?" Lu Feng asked Li Jing’er, a faint, elegant smile on his lips.

Once a martial artist reaches the Primordial Master realm, their power is immense—even capable of injuring Qi-refining immortals—so it is normal for cultivators to strike at Primordial Masters.

But his vitality remained stubbornly strong... perhaps only a month of rest would be needed; all injuries except those to his arm and kidneys could largely recover.

She had assumed Fu Dongshu was Francois’s lover, and the man in the wheelchair was Francois or Fu Dongshu’s friend.

Du Mu rubbed his nose, glanced at his clean clothes, then at Batman’s blood-splattered body and grotesque mask, wondering who looked more terrifying.

Ashen lowered his gaze, not looking at Pei Yu; he was surprised—this filthy place, yet Pei Yu had been dragged here and showed no anger. Actually, Qi Qi was right—if it were her, she might have thought herself a burden, yet Pei Yu uttered not a single word of blame.

She now worked during the day and wrote at night, working overtime, filling every moment of her schedule.

Forced marriages were common, but forcing one to the point of not even informing him? That was rare indeed.

Pursuing the demon race while being chased by rock golems, Ding Sanyang and his companions became sandwiched in the tunnel; fortunately, there was still one escape route—no matter where it led, they ran forward first.