Chapter 552

"There's yet a third immortal fortune—a divine talisman... Oh my, isn't this the divine talisman of the Black Dragon River God?"

"No wonder it carries such immense divine power, but the Black Dragon River God is the Ba She Great God."

"What's going on—is this the Black Dragon River God's divine position, or a 'ancient relic divine position'...?"

"The third immortal fortune, like the first two, had no trials or restrictions—it lay bare before Xiao Yu, ready for her."

"The spirit beast sack Yao Beibei and Wanyan Zhenyi gave to Mo You contained not only the demons they slew themselves, but also storage bags looted from many enemies—unquestionably securing first place."

"Senior Brother Chu Lanqian no longer cared about his fine tea; his heart sank with a sense of dread."

"Prince Yan and Crown Prince Fu Le Sheng were beside Crown Prince Yuan Zhao, seemingly discussing something with him, though their glances occasionally flickered toward Xiao Yu and Luo Shunchen."

"Thinking of this, Zi Yan's lips glistened with drool, which made Shangguan Lengyi feel unexpectedly sorrowful—Zi Yan, without her memories, was like a child, simple-minded, and obedient to anyone who treated her kindly."

"Since I kept my promise, you should uphold your duty. What you're meant to know, you'll know; what you're not meant to know, best not ask," Shi Le said.

"Stop pretending, An Xiang'er, and don't call me Sister Jingxuan again—or next time when Duanmu Hao isn't around, I'll break your legs!" Han Jingxuan shouted in fury.

"Thus, Zhizhi had eaten until her belly was round and swollen; if Zi Yan hadn't used a spell to help her digest, Zhizhi would have burst long ago."

"After flying for a while, Duan Yifeng guided his flying sword downward, revealing before him a mountain peak standing deep within white clouds, towering and majestic—just one peak, yet radiating an overwhelming aura of solemnity."

"As Jing Wu spoke these words, Yu Luo and the Thirteen Taibao had already prepared for battle. Such a ridiculous lie would be instantly exposed the moment Tian Hu and the others opened the toilet door—then a fight would be unavoidable."

"Leng Mushuang quietly exhaled in relief—how had she arranged all this in such a short time?"

"But she said nothing of these things, nor did she wish to—how could she reveal such private matters on a first meeting?"

"So she feared there wouldn't be enough food—she not only steamed buns but also made these pancakes, serving as snacks and to fill the stomach."

"After leaving the treehouse and checking the stone house, Han Yi returned to the kitchen with several gel balls—this time, cream mushroom gel balls, vegetable gel balls, watermelon gel balls, and berry gel balls—and after taking some vegetables from the basket, she began preparing lunch."

"At the very back of the hall, a demon warrior sat upon the throne, a long blade at his waist crackling with lightning and frost."

"The three approached the object and found it to be a large stone, roughly the size of an adult's palm."

"Accidental fall and suicide were ruled out—only one possibility remained: Grandpa was pushed in. This morning, she'd sensed he was troubled—had he encountered something, or already foreseen it?"

"After eating a few pieces, I stopped, leaving the rest for them; I leaned against the pavilion's pillar, enjoying the gentle breeze—such leisurely moments were truly delightful."

"Only then did Liu Aihua remember the transportation issue, realizing she couldn't move all this furniture by herself."

"But some spectators had once been active in the southern city's underground fighting arena and were already familiar with this scene."

"Thus, Zhao Canyang attacked the surrounding enemies while riding his unicorn, pursuing the Death Knight Fugiril."

"But just as the curly-haired man was about to step out of the military tent, a cold voice echoed from within the dim tent: Zhuge Liang."

"Wait, Master Mo, I really didn't kill Bi Zhu," Liu Yang said, though furious at being scolded without cause, he refrained from escalating matters—after all, the dead deserve respect—and so he held back his anger and stepped back.