Chapter 469: 453. Dragon Factor: Earth

453. Dragon Factor: Earth

Esau Shalem, this was another Primordial, and Leon carefully committed the name to memory.

Too much time had passed since the days when they walked the earth as gods, so in modern Nubis, even if the Dragon Gods had not forgotten these names, they would no longer speak them.

The illusion before him, however, was of that era when gods and many living beings shared the essence of the world; at this point in time, they were still noble gods, bearing no sin.

"Just put away what you've used; you can store more Qi next time." Gong Weili led her to the stone corridor.

Leshan withdrew to the right hall to find a cultivation technique to practice; the Master had said that the techniques in the corridor were theirs to choose from.

Chen Yu nodded, glanced at Shao'er once more, then pulled the reins, vaulted onto the horse, and rode away.

Lingjun was the only one among their fellow disciples who had children, and he had two at that.

"Lining brought me in." He had been swimming in the water for a long time and was just getting anxious when Lining appeared.

Seeking the Dao and immortality along this journey, seeing the fickleness of the world and the coldness of human relationships, only then did he realize how wonderful the days at Flower Fruit Mountain had been.

She wanted to fire an ice arrow into the tank's barrel to freeze it shut, so that the enemy tank would be unable to fire.

Manchester United, in particular, expressed dissatisfaction with Manchester City's behavior of driving up... no, driving up the transfer fees of players.

At the Mengbei military camp, when Mingrong followed Physician Qiu and the others inside, she unsurprisingly attracted many gazes.

Everyone in the courtyard gathered around, each with a nervous expression, but seeing that Mingrong did not speak, no one dared to say anything.

On one side, Bourbon watched like a tiger eyeing its prey, while on the other, Amoret remained hidden but was quietly firing cold shots.

My eyes instantly turned red; since Yi Qingchen was willing to let go of the status and identity he once cared about most, I had already accomplished something that Qin Ning never could.

Chai Daohuang had told Immortal Si Ye that he would not tell Rongying he loved her, nor would he add to her troubles. However, Rongying was about to get married, and Chai Daohuang thought: if he did not go to see Rongying now, it would be even harder to face her in the future.

Yet sometimes she felt that the Heavenly Dao of this world was a bit split-personality; although its malice toward her was almost visible to the naked eye, if it truly hated her that much, how could her rebirth be explained?

After all, Fu Qiao was right; I have no heart. Their loves and affections are truly too complex for me. Even if I know who likes whom, I do not know what they feel in their hearts, or why they are so willing to sacrifice themselves for others.

Walking to the riverbank, one could see green grass like an ocean; the boundless green sea was filled with temporary camps. Outside the black camps were three flags: white, yellow, and red.

Casting her gaze upon the documents, she browsed through them rapidly; until she finished the last word, her dark brows furrowed, revealing a hint of suspicious doubt.

It could be said that this stall owner was indeed a bit impulsive, but he wanted even more to stir up the mettle of the people around him; monitored by the Canglan Sect for ten years, were they not miserable?

Upon hearing this, Murong Si immediately began to cough, his breathing unstable, and finally, unable to bear it, he actually rolled over, spat a mouthful of phlegm mixed with blood onto the floor, and then fainted.

The Demon Dragon withdrew his gaze and quietly circulated his spiritual power, dispelling the barrier throughout the banana grove. The lanterns swaying on the trees slowly faded into one fruit after another, and the white jade walkway gradually turned back into fresh soil.

Lin Zhijie watched from afar without approaching; he and Qing Ruo had known each other for less than a day, and he hadn't even shown his face in the game, so it was even more impossible for her to recognize him.

"If you can't even protect the person you want to protect most, what right do you have to manage others?" Ning Chen's eyes were cold as he spoke.

The blind Daoist priest stroked his beard with a smile, seemingly very satisfied with his casual move on the board.