Chapter 259: Geology of the Underworld

Prince Fu's name sounded very "blessed," but he didn't look "prosperous" at all—unlike the white, chubby image Xiao Yu had expected. Seeing him for the first time, she immediately associated him with the "Shadow God Portrait" painted for her by the Sage of Painting.

Prince Fu looked like a male version of the "Shadow God Portrait Beauty."

He was in his early thirties, without a hint of old age or immaturity. His eyes were clear, his gaze gentle yet filled with convincing tenacity, and his temperament and appearance were the absolute peak of any man Xiao Yu had ever seen... speaking solely of—

"Anyang, what exactly happened?" Seeing that Uncle Li, who usually had such a decisive personality, couldn't even speak, Zhang Sheng realized the severity of the situation. When he looked at Anyang beside him, Anyang was no longer trembling as she had been before; it seemed she had recovered to normal. Zhang Sheng then looked at Anyang and asked.

Since Su Yan had spoken to this extent, what else could Zhao Ying and Xia Huan say? Besides, if some irreparable loss occurred on Earth while they were trying to persuade Su Yan not to return, how could they, as members of Earth, face themselves?

But now, the one he hit was Old Dog! He was so scared that his legs went soft, and he didn't even have the strength to run.

"Then I'll go use this potion. Thank you, Brother Hong." Hewan'er happily went straight to the bathroom in her room.

Duo'er was here today to sample dishes. She walked familiarly to the exclusive private room, and there were already people inside.

Hong Tu was very happy to hear this news. Old Chu, who was sitting nearby, also heard what He Tao had just said and found it hard to believe. A single phone call from Hong Tu could resolve Teacher Guan's current trouble? This connection was too massive. Old Chu's expression was a bit nervous as he asked Hong Tu who he had just called.

However, the remaining spiritual power was not much. Hong Tu's divine sense could now fully control the remaining spiritual power. Hong Tu operated the Ten Directions Destruction Heart-Slaughtering Art, preparing to refine this remaining spiritual power.

At this moment, a green, gas-like substance appeared in the palm of Zhen Mixian's hand. In an instant, five sharp spikes flew out from this mass of gas, heading straight for the five flying Gu insects.

If she hadn't even seen Tian Tian, then it was truly as he had guessed: something had happened to her. Thinking of this, Long Shaofeng suddenly felt his heart become very oppressed.

His brother didn't die immediately after being hit by a car; instead, he became a vegetable, his consciousness falling into a coma.

My father was on the side, clutching his wound, looking unsteady, his face becoming increasingly ugly.

The man in green let out a violent shout, and an invisible sound wave surged toward the entrance of the cave dwelling, but it only caused the nearby trees to sway twice.

Su Yun nodded with a charming smile. Just as she was about to say something, Chu Nan's phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone and looked at it, immediately showing a look of unexpected joy, though he glanced up at Su Yun.

The Gang Qi was violent, and a large golden sword suddenly appeared, severing the void. As Old Ma drew his sword, the surrounding air seemed to be shaken open. The Sword of Storms emitted a clanging sound like weapons clashing, as if two armies were shouting and slaughtering each other.

"Alright, alright, I know." I smiled and pinched Wu Jing's smooth, soft cheek. She had grown up and was very different from the green girl she used to be.

If it were only this, it wouldn't count for much, because for Du Tianli, this kind of imprisonment due to the affairs of New Sail Town could be considered a form of protection.

A soul connection flew from Ziyan's forehead, entering Murong Cuihua's eyes directly. This was the map location Ziyan had shared via QQ, and it also marked the location of the First-Generation Sect Master.

"Here, have another orange as a reward." Leng Xue, however, could not help but laugh in her heart after hearing his words.

Whatever substance had been clinging to Fang Yuan's face all turned into black Qi, dissolved into nothingness by the shapeshifting technique.

For people like Yang Shao Sect, Hu Zuming, and Guan Jinsheng, it was possible they were not entirely considering the state assets; truthfully, it was a matter of pride—why should they have to pay 20 million for something while others only paid 10 million, and on top of that, they still had to accept all sorts of additional terms?