Chapter 613: Easily Defeating Aotian

Spitting out a bloody mass, Aotian Longjun felt somewhat better.

"Bad! That black girl isn't dead—she's writhing inside my belly and accidentally burrowed into my Su sack, tearing it apart."

Among the foul matter he spat out was a sack of flesh the size of a hemp bag—the very skin of his Su sack.

The mother dragon's face darkened. "My son, did she merely wound your Su sack?"

She reverted to human form, holding the severed edge, still faintly bleeding.

"I'm not easily persuaded—but because he's my master, and happens to speak with perfect reason, I rarely object."

Yuan Qiuhua said: "If you've got real talent, go perform at the Cannes Film Festival! All I've got is red mud, a feather duster, and a washboard."

Wen Yao spent most of her time obediently staying at the base, though occasionally she accompanied the troops on missions.

Lin Xi decided to wait for Wen Yao and the others; though she didn't know what they intended, abandoning them wasn't her style.

The corridor was empty of fishermen; they had returned to their huts. Before the huts, the brown-skinned Daoist lay on a bamboo recliner, relaxed and at ease, while the fishermen roasted fish.

"It's all your fault. If I hadn't suddenly formed a master-servant pact with you, my seal-charm would never have been so easily broken by Su Yihang. Even Mengmeng—if I held firm—couldn't have breached my seal-charm in a short time."

Born and abandoned. Lonely, wandering the world, utterly alien to all things within it. Unable to change the beginning, unable to decide the end.

But for Li Ye, this poem was far too familiar—he had memorized it back on Earth—so hearing it now filled him with staggering shock.

Once the news reached home, the U. . command headquarters plunged into utter shock: Could the Japanese Combined Fleet really be this powerful? Had their Pacific Fleet been crushed with catastrophic losses? Could Midway even be lost? How was this possible?

"Catherine, let me explain…" He had come expressly to apologize, so Wang Shouchao's tone must be good—but as he offered a helpless smile and hurried to explain, Catherine gave him no chance.

But the moment he finished speaking, Zhou Chao Fa walked over and kicked the stool beside his foot, causing it to clatter apart.

It's normal for a master to have a strange temper—but no matter how strange, he always presents himself before others as one who regards gold as dung, with the air of an immortal.

Yet upon returning to the family liaison point, Yuan Yingying learned that her father, having received the medicinal stew, had already left Xundan City. The Golden Core cultivator now stationed in Xundan City was named Yuan Liang—and coincidentally, he was Yuan Xue's uncle.

Having dominated the business world for so many years, Jin Liuyi could not fail to see what Lin Jiahua wanted—but it had nothing to do with her.

The infant-like Primordial Spirit forged at the Out-of-Body Realm is called the "True Form," and must never be revealed lightly.

Her eyes brightened as she thought of hot pot—this weather was perfect for hot pot.

Lin Momo fell silent instantly. Qin Haodong's words reminded her of that night five years ago—the man who had left her a Tang Tang, then vanished without a trace, no matter how hard she searched.

Thinking of Ashan's fearsome appearance, Gu Xinrui was grateful for that accidental night.

Many saw the advertisement—some puzzled, some shocked—and clicked in. Once inside, they were swallowed by Xiao Shuai's beautiful, moving voice.

"I suspect this time the Ghost Demon Sect will send a Cultivator at the Purple Mansion's late stage. If we kill them again, the next to come will likely be the Ghost Demon Sect's own Sect Master," Zhou Tianli worried.