Chapter 465: The Prodigal Son

Chen Chen Fugui dismounted, first looked with some fear at the head on the offering table that refused to close its eyes even in death, then reluctantly bowed to the coffin, and said, "Fairy Yu, upon suddenly hearing the tragic news of Miss Shao Yao's murder, I feel very sad and painful in my heart."

Originally, I had decided to take advantage of the time before dark to move the ancestral grave on Cuiping Ridge and sell the mountain tomorrow.

Now that I have met Miss Shao Yao, I think this is fate, it is heaven's will, and I am also very willing to contribute a share for Miss Shao Yao in my heart.

Lu Gao Yaoyuan's brain hurt terribly, but her instinctive reaction was still there. Feeling someone approaching, she waved her hand and knocked over the water vat beside her, rolling it toward Lu Su Laoer and the other. Fearing being splashed by the cold water, the two hurriedly retreated.

Concubine Kang Qiao was stunned; why was there a kind of helplessness that everyone knew what she didn't know?

Early the next morning, Wang Fan went out early and headed to the location on the invitation.

Chi Huo was completely confused. Yu Linling said the thing was very important to her, but what did it mean to auction it? However, he didn't ask much, stood up, and was about to leave.

Besides the two sets of red clothes, one for each style, Su Li saw that on the table by the clothes rack, there were simple accessories prepared for her, as well as a half-face mask made of pure gold, exquisitely crafted and inlaid with top-grade rubies.

Seeing the face that had just appeared in her mind, Wu Moqi was stunned for a moment, then looked at him with a silly smile, her hands also grabbing at him randomly.

Seeing her so happy, Jun Puyu couldn't bear to refuse her to her face, so he took the account book and flipped through it casually. It had only been a few days, and it had already been densely recorded for more than ten pages. Seeing the statistical numbers on it, it had already exceeded five digits.

Just as Lu Gao Yaoyuan was looking for a way out according to the direction of the sun, she heard the conversation between two men, and Lu Gao Yaoyuan immediately found a bush to hide.

Besides raising a rifle and sweeping wildly, relying on luck to hit people; or having so many grenades that they explode, throwing them wildly without fear of not having two...

Because of magnetism, terrible lightning often appeared between the magnetic mountains within the Magnetic Star Domain. The "Magnetic Thunderstorm" that occurred once in a hundred years inside could even cover the entire Magnetic Star Domain with a diameter of 0.1 light-years.

After the carriage stayed at the Sun Mansion for a while, it hurried toward the Imperial Palace. Sun Sun Chengzong specifically found a piece of high-quality silk to carefully wrap the potato. When the carriage reached Chengtian Gate, Sun Sun Chengzong stepped off the carriage and hurried into the palace.

Lu Wang Xuan bowed slightly, and then began to search for his own cave dwelling in this mountain range.

Luo Tian God... A Heaven-Rank top-grade divine weapon, and not just a single divine weapon, but a combination set of divine weapons?

"No, he was originally wearing clothes, but they were torn apart by the impact generated when the high-explosive detonator exploded." The discussion in the walkie-talkie was endless.

The anger in Chen Hao's heart instantly erupted to the peak. He had come here today and could be considered to have saved the old lady's life. If Situ Yuehua didn't thank him, that was one thing, but why did she have to be so aggressive?

"Manaphy." That PM called out to the sea, and a blue bubble wrapped me and Gardevoir, taking us into the sea.

Huahua nodded. Yang Fan stood beside Deng Ming and first stabilized these indigenous people, saying: "Don't worry, today I will not harm a single hair of your Great Leader and Chieftain." This sentence was equivalent to giving them a reassurance, indicating that Yang Fan had no malicious intent to come and be an enemy of the Sanqing Tribe.

In a panic, Yi Zhen only had one thought in his heart, and that was to use the Underworld Spirit Blood-Transforming Banner to wrap Lin Feng, so that he could thoroughly behead Lin Feng. Thinking of this, his intention moved, and the Underworld Spirit Blood-Transforming Banner immediately flashed with red light, rushing directly toward Lin Feng.

Chen Hao's hand moved toward Situ Yuehua's face. Instantly, the latter only felt a current sweep through her whole body, and an indescribable feeling made her almost faint.

This big yellow dog should be one of the many stray dogs in the back street. It had probably not eaten a full meal for a long time, so it was particularly excited when it saw chicken meat all over the ground, gnawing on this piece and then that piece, not stopping for a moment.

She was only responsible for the first half. As for the second half, she had thought about it long ago, letting her uncle the Emperor struggle with it himself.

"Don't talk nonsense with me here. I, Mandola, have been at the gambling table for so many years and have never lost."

Zhao Lu nodded, neither answering nor introducing A-Jiu, and then pulled A-Jiu's hand and went to the private room on his own.

After finishing these words to Mu Mu Anle, they even laughed loudly, completely disregarding how she was feeling.

After all, although this challenge was spoken by Xiao Lin, it was also accepted by his own Dahuang Academy. If he made a move, it would make it seem like the geniuses of Dahuang Academy were just bragging.

This elegant and arrogant man in black slowly came to the dining table that the few people had just left. He casually glanced at the leftovers on the table, some strange food that he basically couldn't understand.

Mu Mu Anle was startled in her heart and immediately stated her view, but after Qi Cheng Junyi heard it, he just showed disdain, as if he didn't take the pedestrians on the street to heart at all.

There were also people who sought out Matchmaker Song, using the excuse of matchmaking to inquire about Yuan Baozhu's marriage.

I saw that at this time, Xiao Lin, Zhu Ye, and her mother, the strongest person in the Spirit Demon Sect, were sitting on the high platform, looking at the large army below, one by one arranged neatly.

Wang Yao shook his head and hurriedly said: "She has no spiritual power, it was an illusion from the beginning!" When Wang Yao turned his head back abruptly, he had already seen the black skull above his head getting bigger and bigger.

"You just wait for me!" He left a harsh word and turned to leave, directly throwing Yang Qiaozhen there.

Seeing Han Zheng stand up from the ground with a face like he had eaten fly shit, Long Yuqing gave him a grievance-filled instruction, and the latter nodded numbly and walked toward the door.

It would have been fine if he had the ability to snatch this Silver Silk Ice Crystal Grass, but when Chu Yi discovered that he actually didn't have the ability to snatch it directly, and even needed the Frost Profound Armor Turtle to painfully give him the Earth-Rank spirit grass it had nurtured for a lifetime.

Take the Nine-Character Mantra, for example; the nine characters each had their own meaning and function. If Lu Nan could comprehend all nine characters, he could directly increase his strength several times over.

"That's true, I should also thank the two of you for cleaning up the sect for me, right? Hehehe... cough cough... cough." While laughing, this Tiangang Loose Immortal began to cough. Chen Wanqiao, who had been sitting beside him, immediately stood up and handed over tea, looking very respectful.

However, when he saw the man wearing a brown bear mask and a leopard mask appear, there was not a trace of surprise on Chu Yi's face.

On the way, as long as Chu Yi thought about how he had just deceived the leader of the Dark Web, Fire Dragon, like a fool, he felt inexplicably excited.

The Holy Master could only watch all this helplessly, watching the Lama monks under his command being slaughtered one by one by Mo Chen.

Just after finishing speaking, "slap," a palm was slapped across his face. That loud sound was even more resounding than last night's. More importantly, there were many onlookers on the Black Street now, and the second-generation ancestor Fan Dong, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, had his face reddened by a slap.