Chapter 387: Frost Blade Roars

"Chicken soup is here~~~"

A full hour passed before Xiao Yu finally served the last dish.

"Hahahaha, esteemed Godfathers and Godmothers, please taste." The smile on her face was so brilliant that even the most guarded Daoist felt suspicious: Could it be that this fellow Yu Little Fengxian really intended to join them and take Feng Feng Nipo as her master?

Uh, one couldn't blame them for thinking wildly; it was truly because Xiao Yu's smile was too sincere, showing not a hint of disguise, purely from the heart.

And at this very moment, Xiao Ming had also left the Heavenly Dao Mountain and stopped near an empty mountain peak beside it.

This was a powerhouse of the Void Realm; while alive, they had comprehended the intent of water to the level of power, because it was incomplete, it might also be a half-step power.

Ling Tian hadn't expected that his blind cat bumping into a dead mouse when he casually asked them to collect herbs would result in some herbs that were only produced in Japan.

Fortunately, there were still some night taxis on the street, though they were several times more expensive than during the day. Liu Gu called one, and upon asking, it cost three hundred yuan.

Except for the three Great Supremes, no one paid attention to the situation of the water curtain, and they all retreated rapidly. Because the momentum of the sword light that had just surged was truly too terrifying, making these powerhouses who were originally high and mighty feel palpitations!

The fellow disciples who went up on stage greeted each other somewhat awkwardly, but no one had any intention of voluntarily stepping down. After all, Jun Jun Yixiao's immortal stones were limited, and no one could guarantee whether Jun Jun Yixiao would choose to continue after winning a battle.

"First Emperor, Bright Emperor, Dao Emperor, you are here too." From another void tunnel, Zhao Zhao Kuangyin of the Great Song emerged. He smiled and greeted Chu Tiange, Ying Zheng, and Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang.

Protecting Qin Yao during her tribulation was only one part; being able to kill strong enemies and allow Qin Yao to retreat unscathed was the most important thing of all.

This statement was actually not wrong; after all, for a job that clearly couldn't be done for many years, if the income wasn't high, then when Zhou Wu was forty, he would go out to find a job—what could he do?

"Good." Su Hentian previously specialized in the Nine Tribulations Sword; apart from the Nine Tribulations Sword Technique, Zhang Qian Mo really hadn't taught him much else.

"Yes, I knew you would be like this, and this is exactly what I admire. Public is public, private is private; you dote on me, but that doesn't mean you indulge me. Don't worry, President Chu, I am prepared." Ye Li raised her head and chest, assuring Chu Shen Haoxuan very confidently.

Looking from both banks of the Qinhuai River, the entire Jiangning City was bathed in brilliant lights, and the lights were most brilliant in four places.

"No, sister will stay here and go nowhere." She thought, perhaps one day, he would choose to come back and give her a chance to explain.

She lowered her eyes, trying her best to pretend to speak in a relaxed manner, but her red, swollen eyes could not deceive anyone. She had just cried.

Chu Dayong was his son; he was more worried than anyone, but he couldn't lose his head. At this moment, he was the big tree of the family. He had to stand straight to support a piece of sky for the whole family.

He had indeed come back from a morning run; in the cold weather, he only wore a tight t-shirt and shorts, with a white towel hanging around his neck, his face dark early in the morning.

Busy with reviewing these past few days, plus the cold weather, neither Lin Meike nor Fang Yi had folded the quilts on their beds, and the clothes they had changed out of were placed on the beds, feeling very messy.

When he saw that unsightly scene on the bed, a flash of bloodthirsty light streaked across Xia Jie's eyes, and he hurriedly moved the person to the soft couch at the side.

Her heart, in his silence, became a little bitter, a little shattered. With a bitter smile, was there finally no possibility?

Fairly speaking, the rulers of the Russian Empire over the past half-century, whether physically strong or weak, whether intelligent or mediocre, had never changed their determination to reform the country's backward political, military, and economic systems to make Russia gradually powerful, and they had basically all taken action. ===== CHAPTER 388 =====