Chapter 159: [Beyond the Three Realms, Outside the Five Elements] (Ten Thousand Characters)

Lu Sisi knew the old village chief, Grandpa Zhao.

During the Spring Festival, Chen Yan had gone to pay New Year's respects, and had told Lu Sisi that next time he went back, he would bring her to the old village chief's house to let Grandpa Zhao take a look at her.

In Chen Yan's heart, the Old Grandma's position was unquestionably first, and for him, the old village chief Grandpa Zhao could also be considered half a family member.

He was the type where, if the old man—

Sikong Linqian was quite displeased with Jing Xiang's attitude: "This Daoist has been treating illnesses and saving people for over twenty years, when have I ever used poison to harm anyone? If Inspector Li hadn't said there was a way to control the plague and the pox, would this Daoist have stayed in this mountain valley for two or three years? Preposterous."

The two of them stood very close together; Ye Feng gazed at Liu Wanrou's dewy eyes, and a fleeting trace of absent-mindedness flashed through his gaze.

The instant his words fell, the black horse, under Liu Moyan's control, had already broken into a great stride, leaping toward the back gate—its vigorous figure and fluttering hem forming a singular charm in the wind.

Wei Yaozu walked over, closing in step by step; his footsteps were heavy in the night, and Yun Xiao's heart was trembling.

Zhao Tianming truly envied a prestigious institution of higher learning like Sun Yat-sen University—having a big figure from the school to lead them meant they could take part in an expedition like this; such an opportunity was not so easy to come by.

Although Xiang Xiong's feelings were extremely complicated—if Chu He had not appeared, he would have been the next clan leader—no matter what, Xiang Xiong was clear that Chu He outshone him in every aspect by who knew how much, and had even obtained the Ancestor Hegemon's Heaven Dragon City-Breaking Halberd.

The three words "Yun Shuiyue" came in wave after wave, like great billows upon the sea, crashing against the entire football field.

The Bai Yu longsword trembled slightly; two streaks of white light flashed and vanished, striking straight toward the arms of Tian Yuan and Tian Xian. Meanwhile, Ling Wanya's figure also retreated several meters.

In the giant corridor passage over ten meters wide, a large number of wounded bipeds were writhing and howling on the ground, some crouching, some lying; the blood from their bodies had splattered all over the floor and walls of the corridor.

"Please Kawasaki-kun forgive me, please, you must forgive me. Hinako will never do it again. Kawasaki-kun risked his life to save me today; Hinako will never forget it for the rest of my life.

Because compared to adults who had rolled around in the dusty mortal world, who had taken a swim in the dye vat and come out dyed in all colors, pure and ignorant children who didn't know the ways of the world were far more likely to win the favor of the Sacred Unicorn.

Li Yadong couldn't even be bothered to give him the time of day; in his two lifetimes, this was the first time he had ever seen someone so thick-skinned.

You Yu glanced at it, thought for another half a quarter-hour, and only then, as if having finally made up his mind, took the holy relic.

Ling Fanyue didn't quite understand, but since Mo Xian had put it that way, she would just have to give it her all to win the bid on the Sacred Beast Pill.

About twenty minutes later, she came to a halt, because the trail beneath her feet had broken off. Ahead there was no longer any trace of burning, and yet here lay a barren stretch of wild land left behind by a fire.

Although it wasn't obvious—even most of the Sacred Unicorns didn't notice this subtle change—as demigods, Li Ang and the other four had perception far superior to the Sacred Unicorns, and keenly detected this change. Coupled with the memory of that day's battle, for a moment the mood of all five grew somewhat heavy.

When Han Feng was still three or four meters from Ah Da, a sudden ominous premonition rose in his heart, making him stop in his tracks.

"Black tea will be fine," Li Ang said with a soft smile. At the same time, Cleve headed down to the underground potions room. A few minutes later, when the Old Grandma came out of the kitchen carrying the black tea, a burst of hearty laughter rang in from outside the living room.

She looked as though something was on her mind, because when everyone else had picked up their instruments and gotten into position, her eyes were still lingering on the sheet music, and the movements of her hands had not kept up at all.