Chapter 387: Frost Blade roars

"The chicken soup is here~~~"

A full hour passed before Seeing Xiao Yu Yu finally brought up the last dish.

"Hahahaha, dear Godfathers and Godmothers, please taste." The smile on her face was so brilliant that even the Daoist with the strongest guard felt suspicious: Could it be that this Yu Fengxian really intended to join them and take Feng Ni Po as her master?

Uh, it wasn't their fault for thinking wildly; it was just that Seeing Xiao Yu Yu's smile was too sincere, showing not a hint of disguise, purely from the heart.

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

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

Ling Tian did not expect that when he blindly let them collect herbs, there were some among them that were only produced in the Wa Kingdom.

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 one by one they 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 on stage greeted each other with some embarrassment, but no one had any intention of voluntarily stepping down. After all, Jun Yixiao's immortal stones were limited, and no one could guarantee whether Jun Yixiao would choose to continue after being defeated.

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

Protecting Qin Yao during her tribulation was only one part; being able to kill the formidable enemy and let Qin Yao retreat unscathed was the top priority.

This 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, what could he do if he went out to find a job?

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

"Yes, I knew you would be like this, and this is exactly what I admire. Business is business, personal is personal. You dote on me, but that doesn't mean you indulge me. Don't worry, President Chu, I am ready." Ye Li raised her head and chest, assuring Chu 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 could not lose his head. At this moment, he was the big tree of the family. He had to stand straight to support the sky for the whole family.

He had indeed returned 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.

These days, busy with review, plus the cold weather, neither Lin Meike nor Fang Yi had folded their quilts on their beds, and the clothes they had changed out of were placed on the beds, feeling very messy.

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

Her heart, in his silence, was a little bitter, a little broken. With a bitter smile, was it finally impossible?

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