Chapter 650

"Brought down here by the Azure Dragon years ago?" Xiao Yu's expression turned strange; she questioned the little mermaid again, confirming that her mother had likely been taken by Pushan.

She had never actually seen the "Heavenly River Water Demon" that Pushan had originally taken to the other side of the whirlpool.

Because Pushan had severely underestimated her speed in the current.

Those Heavenly River Water Demons were all powerful, but searching upstream against the current slowed them down, drained their strength excessively, and made it impossible to pursue for long.

In an instant, Luo Yuanyuan had walked right up to Fang Manman, then shifted her gaze from Fang Manman to Lu Nanke—such an overt stare immediately drew Fang Manman's attention.

This sight made Leng Xinghe raise an eyebrow, for he sensed a spirit entering the Legacy Jade Seal—and that spirit was none other than Xuan Qinghan, who had flown away earlier.

Even her bad temper from today seemed to have vanished, and her mood grew a little lighter.

Inside the tree was a stone staircase descending downward, extending deep into the stone wall; Luo Yan held up a glowing fluorite and walked for about two hours before light finally appeared ahead.

"Said so? Kind of. Do you even know what 'kind of' means? Everyone else offers me benefits to turn traitor—you're weird, coming at me with threats right off the bat?" Bai Lang smirked sarcastically.

She needed to attend the competition today too; she couldn't let this incident drag her down.

The man followed his rescuer to the ancient town, became an apprentice blacksmith, and learned both forging and martial arts under the blacksmith's master.

He suddenly felt everything around him fall silent, aware only of the pain in his body and the bursting veins across his skin.

He glanced around—the room seemed to be a guesthouse chamber, windows tightly shut, one wine jar missing from the table.

Zhang Liao and Helian Zan's horses passed each other in a flash; Helian Zan felt a tremendous force surge from the opponent's body—if he hadn't been a Mid-Stage War Emperor, that single strike would have knocked him off his steed.

"Fuck, what a stupid thing—so I slept with a guy, so what? So what if I said it?" Qu Xiaoxiao ended the call and got back to her shipping. Qiu Yingying called again; she didn't answer.

After Lin Rongshen and I arrived at my home, my worst fear came true—the house was utterly silent.

But my mother-in-law was a bit unhappy; when we left, she reminded me repeatedly to take good care of the child and not let anything go wrong.

She read Liu Sian's message for a few seconds, liked Lin Xiaoqi's diary entry, and just closed the page when a long-absent QQ avatar flickered in the bottom-right corner.

Given Long Qianyu's understanding of Xia Luo, it would be strange if nothing were going on. Yes, he had absolute confidence he could kill Xia Luo—but for some reason he couldn't explain, seeing Xia Luo's innocent expression made him both angry and a little afraid.

When Judge Jiao finished speaking, Liu Yang's face was streaked with tears; that memory and past were unforgettable to him—even as a street beggar, a slave, toiling day after day—he could never forget that cruel past he never wished to recall.

"High school classmate." Wang Baichuan kept his promise to Fan Shengmei and said no more to his parents for now.

My last remaining strength was suddenly and unexpectedly drained away; everyone present froze in shock—except me.

Xia Luo frowned; he wasn't afraid of these people, but he feared letting the flower demon escape.

The guards outside stared in surprise as Lady Yue strode out of the room dressed as a man, face flushed with anger, muttering under her breath.

Chen Feng stepped out of the room and found Dulan still practicing the basic sword techniques taught by Kangde in the courtyard.