Chapter 151: A Thousand Li Journey (1) (6100)

Chen Yan borrowed a car from Chu Keqing—for the wealthy Chu Keqing, a car was naturally no problem.

He requested one of good quality, durable.

That afternoon, Assistant Xiao Cai drove over a large G-Class.

Chen Yan had asked Gu Qingyi; the destination, Heijiang Prefecture in the Eastern Three Prefectures, was about two thousand kilometers from Jin Ling Prefecture.

For such a long distance, electric cars were ruled out first.

Her entire skin was withered like the bark of an ancient ten-thousand-year-old tree in a forest, full of cracks and black marks.

Xia Hou Jin was already seated in his carriage; seeing that Xia Hou Xun and Xia Hou Qian still had not returned, he impatiently opened the carriage door, only to come face to face with Xia Hou Fei and her two children.

Pei Ying was very reluctant to suspect he was the mastermind, but he still had to investigate him further. Besides that, the mysteries surrounding Ling Ruohan also concerned him greatly; although she appeared on the surface to have nothing to do with the theft of the Sacred Relic, this was a problem he had to solve.

She slowly squatted down, extended her arms, and embraced him, reaching out to rest his head on her shoulder. She said not a word, but the feather cultivator on her shoulder cried even more sorrowfully.

A magnetic voice suddenly sounded before the door; the low laughter made Chu Xun's ears tingle like an electric current.

When he entered, Gu Xinzhi was already inside. The Master sat nearby, while Zhuge Fangming sat cross-legged at the head seat; his face was bland and desireless, very different from usual.

"Ah, never mind that, let's talk about something serious?" Bai Li Chu shook his head. This fellow was simply impervious to oil or salt; he should not waste his breath further and let him realize it himself.

"Xue'er, I'm sorry." After obtaining his wife's permission, Chu Molin lifted her clothes and saw two red marks; on her waist, two marks were even bruised black, showing how hard he had been just now.

Long ago? Judging by Aunt Wang's attire, still the morning's clothes and hair ornaments, it seemed that after they left, Aunt Wang had been waiting here bitterly all along.

She recklessly activated the Blood Oath, even drawing upon the bloodline power that exists only between direct blood relatives.

Hongzhi, delighted, drank a few more sips of tea. After Gu Dayong finished his report, everyone had rested for a while; at this moment, it was just right to stroll around the Imperial Estate.

Clang! The sound of a sword blade humming rose; a silver arc of light slashed through space, precisely blocking Shen Naitian's strike.

How terrifying a planetary explosion is, let alone the fact that Gu Xiao this time detonated a full several dozen stars.

Regardless, Zhu Yuan was safe; Zhu Houwei, disregarding speech, hurriedly made him warm up and change clothes. Today's whole-fish banquet was secure.

Their gazes met in the air; in Mo Mo's water-like eyes, surprise flashed, and joy mixed with complex emotions surged into her eyes.

The greatest advantage of heavy cavalry is defense and impact force; the greatest flaw is horsepower and stamina. Three thousand heavy-armored troops gathered together; to break their formation was like eating a tin can, with nowhere to bite.

She felt her body grow cold, instinctively lowered the curtain, turned around, and sat down on the sofa a few steps away.

Prince Lu did not speak out to stop his grandson; it seemed he intended to be completely honest with Zhu Houzhao. Only Zhu Jianyi's sudden opening made the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

"Damn... no wonder this fellow dared to provoke me; it turns out he is quite powerful. I underestimated him." James felt that Sun Zhuo scoring 60 points was exaggerated, but for Sun Zhuo to surpass him in scoring was absolutely possible; he finally felt a sense of crisis on the court.

The middle-aged man's confident expression changed slightly the instant Cang Long spoke; he stopped whispering and stared unbelievingly at the void, muttering, "It is the Illusion Dust Tribulation Dragon. How is this possible? Could this Sea of Consciousness truly recreate a world?... " After pondering for a short while, the middle-aged man stared at the blood bead burning at the main gate, a flicker of hesitation flashing across his face.