Chapter 581: The Green Shit General and the Crisp Soldier

It was very strange: Xiao Yu, gazing at the qi above Yingxiang Mansion, saw a cluster of gray-black qi faintly flickering in the east, but it was too indistinct to make out clearly.

Go to Tianmen Town, then look east again.

Logically, it should be closer now, and the qi ought to be clearer—but that cluster of gray-black qi became even more ethereal and elusive.

Leaving Tianmen Town, they walked thirty li east and gazed eastward again; all they saw was pale yellow earth qi mixed with grayish white, and the gray-black qi was completely gone.

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"Foolish girl, why do you listen to him so blindly? Don't you see he's about to die?" But Ruoxi's eyes filled with tears, yet she still did not move.

Hearing this, Lu Fan was stunned—he suddenly remembered how, long ago, he had unintentionally activated the dual evolution path, gaining one potential value, and until now, his potential value remained merely "two."

Since they came down, they had been segregated by nationality zones: the Americans and the Huaxia group didn't live together at all, but were completely separated, clearly due to some special secrecy requirement.

This thing doesn't have a phone number you can dial. Even with a phone, if you don't know the number, it's hard to reach them—let alone quantum communication, which isn't even widely used yet.

Maria Hill made Xiao En her insurance policy to ensure everything unfolded exactly as she wanted—but Xiao En himself felt this insurance was unnecessary.

"Red-armored guards, kill!" Fang Chen whispered the order. Since his cultivation had surged, he no longer needed the Life-and-Death Flute to control ten red-armored guards.

The two men saw a young man step down from the helicopter and couldn't help but stare—oh my, he was a practitioner of ancient martial arts, but his level was pathetically low: Postnatal Second Layer, and merely an ordinary Postnatal at that.

Lights flashed wildly; several beams of light instantly lashed out toward him, drawing the gaze of countless spectators to this stunning girl who had put on such a grand display.

"Is this sword art useful to you or the Sword Valley?" Fang Chen wondered. If it wasn't of great use, he could always give away the remaining three sword arts to Gu Qingyang—but those inner cultivation methods were extremely hard to master, required too many conditions, and weren't suitable as a sect's core sword art.

Lu Chaoyu's expression brightened at first, but upon hearing the word "but," she grew tense inside.

Many people think the "me" in the mirror has no sensation, because it's just an image—a mere reflection of one's movements, reproduced by light refracting through glass.

"I'm in the hospital, I'll be right over—but you need to get Jiang Ye to arrange people to protect you and us," Gu Xingchen said.

"I know that. Though this card's effect is powerful, it only works on other one-star cards, right?" Lin Mo asked, puzzled.

The flesh mountain monster trudged heavily, searching for Laxus, whom it had thrown somewhere out of sight.

Neglecting his duties! But this "duty" is what countless people would kill for—he's this way; how can I possibly entrust the Tang Empire to him?

Feng Ling'er held a phone in hand, illuminating the darkness, and was about to run toward Gu Xingchen's room.

"Yes." Jiang's aunt stepped forward, carrying a fine blue brocade robe embroidered with gold thread, and moved to push into Ye Schen's chamber.

Li Mu felt giving these cards to her would mean never seeing them again—but she'd just said the auction house was her family's, so perhaps she could help him.

Zhi Nian Wu left the shop; it was already two in the afternoon. Not hungry, he entered a prepared-food stall, and the scent of kantō-ni entered his nose.

Qin Feixue's fair skin bore light powder, red rouge, and purple eyebrow pigment. She was like a red lotus blooming in the mortal world, or a pear blossom amid dust. Her bright eyes swept around, her slender fingers flicked lightly, and a purple jade plate materialized in midair.