Chapter 103: Listen to the Great Snake Tell Stories of the Past

Chen Ye never expected to be invaded in his dreams by this Red-Striped Great Snake again, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Didn't I expel all the poison? How can you still enter my dreams?"

Experts from the Five Great Sects all came out and captured more than a dozen disciples of the Red-Striped Mo Sect.

After severe interrogation, they finally learned the antidote formula for the Red-Striped Snake Poison from the mouths of these Mo Sect disciples.

These past few days, all sides worked tirelessly to refine the antidote and distributed it into everyone's hands.

Chen

At this moment, a cold sneer curled my lips, and then the long sword in my hand pointed directly at the fields before me, while a cold voice issued from my mouth.

Chu Xin was intoxicated by Jun Nuo's tenderness; she closed her eyes, savoring the beauty of this moment.

"Unfortunately, Seventh Master has developed an unattainable desire for Bu Luoyan. It seems I have a bit of that tendency toward you now, and I really don't want to keep my distance from you." His body pressed closer and closer.

I nodded and said I believed it, because the Mountain God and the white demon wolf I have met so far are not evil; on the contrary, many people I have encountered are deceitful and scheming.

Tang Jing's words moved even Zhu Bajie to tears; Pan Jinlian's sensitivity, gossip-prone nature, and reasonableness were exactly what Bajie loved, and in this regard, Gao Xiumin and Tang Jing were worlds apart. Zhu Bajie nodded repeatedly as he listened to Tang Jing's words, indicating he would definitely do as Tang Jing required.

"You will see more legends, Xiao Chu." A voice sounded behind me. I was startled and turned around, only to find that old man walking toward the previous place again.

With just a momentary lapse in defense, the sword shadow would tear a deep wound into his body without hesitation, and blood would instantly spray forth.

For a moment, everyone felt Eighth Prince had simply had great luck. The competition for the Crown Prince's position had been so fierce, yet it ultimately fell to him.

The fierce battle continued, and the long sword in my hand had already taken the lives of several rebels; however, people on the Dao Sect side were also constantly falling.

We exchanged a smile and walked into the depths of the fissure. At the dead end, I closed my eyes to feel an invisible great door ahead, then used the Ghost Hand to twist open the lock on the door; immediately, the scene of another space appeared before my eyes.

"I want to find someone like you." These words were muttered in Xiao Xuefeng's heart and never spoken aloud.

The outside world exploded into chaos, and the Hua Country government was the same; both internally and externally, they were pursued wherever they went.

"I'll tell you right now." Andrew stepped forward, gesturing for people to continue the makeup while explaining things to Ye Fei.

"Don't scare me; how is it that we've been in here for less than ten minutes and this flashlight has turned black?" I asked, utterly bewildered.

Battlefield surgery had no anesthesia, but the first-aid kit contained morphine. Ye Fei took out a syringe, prepared the medicine, and administered a painkiller shot first; only then did he let Fernand bandage the wound, as he was treating the gunshot wound on his stomach.

The Tang Dynasty was not an era that emphasized a pure reputation; it was not like the Song Dynasty, where a quarrel and two insults would force one to resign, nor like the Ming Dynasty, where any stain would make life impossible. But regardless, reputation was still very important.

"Haha, whatever you say is too late. Today, I will break your Inner Divine Realm." Mu Feng's voice turned cold, and the suction force of the chaotic gas surged violently. His size grew rapidly.

Could the Invincible Divine Fist have such a hobby? If he truly had such a hobby, what should I do?

Mu Feng's Overlord Divine Fist had been cultivated to the realm of Overlord Shattering the Sky; his fist was as hard as fine steel, comparable to a divine artifact. Combined with that ferocious and unparalleled fighting style, Mu Feng was an overwhelmingly domineering powerhouse.

Just as Qin Xiao relaxed, thinking Ma Qiancheng would not pursue any further, her aimless sweep suddenly revealed a head peeking out from the alley entrance ahead.

On Wednesday during ballet class, their instructor was a Russian ballet dancer. Fang Zhinong initially did not know that the school assigned classes based on prior experience, so she entered a beginner class and could only muddle through as a novice, starting over to learn how to press her insteps.