Chapter 619

Hearing Xiao Yu say he looked ugly, Zhai Dagou's face flushed with embarrassment. "In the West Sea Dragon Palace, and among fishermen near the West Sea, everyone wears this."

Hmm, the customs there are indeed different from those in Tianmen Town.

But this attire is very convenient for diving."

He paused, then added, "I was indeed enlightened by my foster father—the West Sea Dragon King—into a black-headed dragon, but not through reincarnation; rather, I transformed directly within the Dragon Palace's 'Transformation Pool.'"

And his gaze, merely resting on her, felt as if it could drain her soul away.

"Forget it, I'll send my shadow guards." The shadow guards could slip into the Gu household and bring in Gu Shenzhi without a sound.

Hearing He Xiang's arrogant words, Sun Wuyu burst into laughter; in his view, He Xiang was essentially courting death. Aside from He Xiang, the green mist and the two-headed bird were merely comparable to False Nascent Soul cultivators.

The riverbank was all sand and soil; Li Nainai's grave was never very sturdy. Myself and Liya each grabbed a stick and dug up the coffin in just a few strokes.

We need a clan master who will sacrifice himself for the Yun family, not one who runs off with any man.

After a while longer, the sudden ring of a phone inside the room startled Fang Yu again; she stiffened abruptly, then noticed Bei Ye's phone sitting on the bedside table.

"Your Majesty, your humble servant doesn't understand." Inside Fengyang Palace, Jiang Xiuyi sat on a chair, her face filled with confusion.

Prince Rui's death was inextricably linked to this Crown Prince; I've long said I enjoy how others despise me yet cannot eliminate me.

Right after Saminghong and I finished our first time, I went to shut it off—but halfway through, the livestream cut out, yet the camera was still on, and the man dragged me back over.

Xu Pei thought for a moment and tried entering several number combinations, including Leng's mother's birthday, death anniversary, and other important dates—but still wrong.

"Or perhaps he's impotent?" Yading didn't seem to think this topic was inappropriate, showing no regard for Zhao Qingran still being present.

But the moment he opened his mouth, Murong Changqing spoke. Murong Changqing's voice was quiet, yet his aura was overwhelming, completely drowning out Zhao Mu's words.

"You know my goal," Su Yao leaned against the wall, her gaze dropping to his Adam's apple; she spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse from her cold.

Zhang Qifeng thought for a moment, ignoring Zhang Jingjing's cries, and ultimately decided not to aid Xiao Tao. Qi Tianlei's strength was evident; Xiao Tao's secret realm was negligible, his highest level barely late Transformation Stage—he couldn't possibly make a difference even if he stepped forward, unless Zhang Jingxing intervened.

After dinner, Xu Nuo insisted on returning home alone. Though they'd only briefly "communicated" for one night, Lin Feng had already grasped Xu Nuo's "personality."

"It's quite impressive for Zuo Mingjun—he only studied secret techniques from Xiao Tao for a few years, and now he's already at mid-stage Spiritual Awareness Manifestation; no wonder he makes so many others envious." Zhang Jingjing had once been Zuo Mingjun's classmate and understood him somewhat; she knew how difficult it was for him to reach this level.

"You bastard!! I've literally invited a wolf into my home!" Cheng Yang's eyes trembled with tears.

But Xiao Tao was vastly outmatched in stamina; without physical endurance, everything was empty talk. By the sixth minute, Xiao Tao was covered in wounds and could no longer hold on.

Jiang Chen believed that Liancheng, if not an MB, would have no trouble breaking into the entertainment industry—he seemed born to be in front of the camera, utterly natural and unforced.

The old conman and Qin Hao stared at the frenzied Lin Feng, their faces pale, hearts pounding; this madman was terrifying.

Feng Hen rotated steadily and slowly, gradually crushing the Soul-Eroding Ants, inch by inch drawing in their power, turning it into nourishment.