Chapter 538: Audience with the King

Holy shit, you bastard!

Li Hua stopped smiling, shoved all the magic cards into his clothes. He thought to himself, Damn you, Jiang Nian, you're really the worst!

Wait and receive my Lion's Fang!

"Teacher, Li Hua has been staring at Black Magic Fairy Xiao Yue's black stockings the whole self-study period. He even drooled, it's affecting my studying."

Hearing this, a burst of laughter immediately erupted in the classroom.

"Red Stone!!" Li Hua immediately flushed red, stood up and said, "No, I didn't, he's slandering me—"

Gathering Yuan Talisman: Can automatically absorb the vital essence of heaven and earth, replenishing it into weapons; it can also be sealed onto the body, automatically drawing in the vital essence of heaven and earth into the body.

This time, Chu Bai walked toward another direction—there lay another town affiliated with the kingdom, within which a monster was likewise hiding.

But the cash he had on hand was only three thousand yuan in total; the truly miserable ones were people like him, a broke student.

That's right, they had come to this Chilin Mountain to explore just what kind of demons existed here, and whether it had any connection to the Hundred Tales of the Demon King that was currently reviving. Since they had already gotten the intel, the Left Hand of the Demon King before them clearly didn't look like an easy one to provoke.

You Huo remembered these two—one was called Chen Fei, the other Huang Rui—with a combined score of only 11 points, more than 6 points less than You Huo and Qin Jiu, currently ranked dead last.

And afterward, he became the first and only ordinary person to break free from the control of fate.

After a brief exchange of words, the soldiers lowered the assault rifles in their hands, clearly having confirmed their identities, and began to let them pass.

When bestowing offices, Uncle Huang naturally held these learned scholars in great respect, but once he discovered their mistakes, his punishments were also extremely severe—utterly unlike the soft-heartedness and leniency he showed toward the meritorious officials of Jingshen.

The spatial entrance of the mystical realm is constantly shifting; the system can only, through a momentary resonance, toss the player inside, after which the entrance vanishes.

One type has no spiritual intelligence at all, only endlessly killing people, endlessly repeating certain processes.

With the invitations checked, the four of them entered the interior of the ancient castle, and were immediately met by the castle's front courtyard.

The reason was nothing else—only because after the Dragon Emperor died, the next one who might die could very well be Kilgalen himself.

This fellow was very familiar to Jiang Yang—it was Tyrael! Ever since slaying Diablo, Jiang Yang hadn't seen him.

Only gifts of sufficient weight would have their names called out by the steward, and their seats after entering the banquet would also be placed further forward.

One might ask, even the Creator God-Emperor has fucking gone missing, yet these two old things are still crouching in their nests without moving—is that normal?

From the collision he just had, don't look at how the Lamborghini wasn't badly damaged, but the repair bill would start at a hundred thousand at least.

When passing by Tao Bao's side, Xia Qing snorted, deliberately tossed her head, and the water droplets on her hair all flew straight onto Tao Bao's face.

The Phantom Dragon said to Xu Zhijie: "Want me to go grab those two?" It quite wanted to try out this body's skills—before it had no hands or feet, and had no idea how a human's four limbs moved.

The Type-B tickets came in only three denominations: one yuan, five yuan, and ten yuan. All three denominations used black as the main color of the ticket design; the main designs on the face were respectively portraits of Japanese historical figures. Additionally, one point that must be especially emphasized is that the Type-B tickets mainly circulated in Shanghai.

Beneath that black greatcloak, its body was constructed from the simplest gears and components—even an advanced engineer could instantly figure out its specific composition through calculation.

The two brothers lay on the ground at the same time, laughing heartily up at the sky, throwing the fight they'd just had completely out of their minds.

The Wolf King looked at the row of pythons ahead, feeling no fear in his heart; he merely rolled his shoulders a bit, and the constant "Crack, crack··!" sounds of bones kept coming out.

After finishing cursing Scarface over the phone, Long Zhenyi lit a cigarette and slowly calmed down. Since the matter had already happened, there was no use getting angry anymore.