Chapter 137: Listening to Master Tell Stories of the Past

Chen Ye always felt that Hearing Mo Ci was not actually like a demon lord.

Although he taught only the methods of the Demonic Sect, when guiding Chen Ye in cultivation, he never killed anyone, merely taking Chen Ye to cultivate in the deep mountains and ancient forests.

He spoke harshly, as if he would devour Chen Ye alive at any moment, yet before dying, he nagged and chattered for a long time, unwilling to let go of his last breath.

Whenever Chen Ye asked what evil deeds Hearing Mo Ci had committed, Hearing Mo Ci would always boast that his hands were stained

Yan Gexiao nodded happily, quickly helped Ye Tong up, and walked toward the rock wall in the east, placing her together with Xue Xiuyuan and the others.

Surprised, Li Xueqi found it hard to believe, so she hurriedly approached the door and looked outside through the peephole.

A glass tank of formalin liquid, inside which floated a human brain tissue specimen; the brain tissue had turned yellowish-white, with uneven patterns of the various brain regions on its surface.

No matter how beautiful the decorated carriage, it could not compare to a beauty's smile; at this moment, Lou Jingming's face held not a trace of a smile, cold and icy, making him seem like a completely different person from the cheerful and lively Young Master Ming before.

The world background of "Sword of Brightness" differs from reality; it essentially ended after the island nation surrendered and lost the war. Of course, this was for the sake of harmony; if the author of "Sword of Brightness" dared to truly write about a hero from the past, then Huaxia would have gained yet another martyr.

Yan Gexiao did not know who he was, so he pointed his finger at Wan Lan, who had disappeared into the distant horizon, and asked.

The ticket inspector was a middle-aged man; the moment he saw Yu Mengyan, he was so captivated that he lost his wits.

With half the matter accomplished, Ning Wang was beyond delighted; although he did not show it, a closer look revealed he was vastly different from before.

After finishing the intestines, he stuck out his tongue to lick his rotting, decayed lips, feeling the taste was quite good.

The number of zombies this time was even greater than when they first emerged from the Main God's barrier; let alone fighting, Shen Ling herself could only flee.

After the inspection was complete, Zhao Kun returned to his room with relief; tomorrow was the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, and according to the customs of Qiujia Village, they would clean the house.

Jiang Lishu did not expect that when she asked that question, what Su He wanted was for Li Zhangyu to be safe and sound, and for the other party to remain pure and innocent.

Shi shook her head, glanced at the man standing by her door with a face full of coarse flesh and a fierce expression, then called the police first and gathered her courage to get out of the car.

Mo Anyi gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and bent both knees. "Bang!" A sound rang out. He performed a full prostration! His hands tightly gripped the floor tiles beneath the door plaque. He focused all his attention on outputting his spiritual energy.

They carried their remaining wealth and some rare items, hoping to rise again in the development of the borderlands.

Along the way, Su Bai suddenly discovered that the several soldiers in the tank he was in were becoming increasingly excited.

At night, the festive atmosphere reached its climax. Henry raised his wine glass, stood in the center of the tavern hall, surveyed the smiling faces around him, and delivered a speech to everyone.

Setting aside the chaos in the Lighthouse Nation for now, at this very moment within the Dragon Kingdom, many departments had also been alerted.

Zhao Ying's voice, like a sleep-talker, rang out before I could even open my mouth to speak. A wave of steaming heat enveloped my earlobe.

If this were to be livestreamed, with a title like "Su Bai Battles the Lighthouse Nation Intelligence Bureau" or "Su Bai Assassinated, Assassins Wiped Out on the Spot," wouldn't that mean harvesting emotional points again?

Only then did they see the fresh blood within Beitang Yexuan slowly flow through that tube into Han Yueqiao's body; before long, Beitang Yexuan's complexion began to gradually turn pale, while Han Yueqiao's complexion became increasingly rosy.

Now, it was only because his elder brother ordered him to rest aside that he did not go up to express his gratitude to Qin Yue; otherwise, how could he have refrained? At this moment, although that golden needle was not pointed directly at him, that nearly melodious voice made one's breathing feel remarkably smooth.