Chapter 710: See you later, friends

See you later, friends.

Mo Beixiao had originally been staring at the several extra bottles in his hands with a helpless smile, and only looked up when he heard his father's inquiry.

The originally beautiful and grand leather sofa looked a bit strange after being covered, and it didn't really match the home's decor.

That's what was said, but there were still limits. For instance, at present, Li Xiang could at most consume a bit of mana to generate a bolt of lightning about five meters long and as thick as a finger, flickering with dazzling blue-white light.

The stone in his heart fell to the ground; he had indeed bet correctly. Zeng Zhisen, along with the officials behind him, knelt on the ground.

Just from the description by the young man from the Tianbei Sect, Li Xiang could tell that the authorities had definitely hidden many key pieces of information.

What truly made his heart ache were those Shami child-insects; those were things he had tempered and nurtured using his own witchcraft power, collected from primordial yin essence and blood.

Shangchong Technology recently launched a smart drone project, but the startup capital for research and development was enormous, which they could not bear themselves, which is why they were so actively engaging with Linqi Capital.

This sentence was said too well; it struck directly at the pain in her heart. Coupled with the fact that Zhenji had already "occupied the magpie's nest," that taste of defeat lingered constantly in Zhennai's heart.

Several tall green stone peaks stood side by side, craggy with strange rocks and riddled with caves, where figures could be vaguely seen moving.

Seeing Chen Yan's infatuated expression, those beautiful eyes first showed disgust, then the pretty face turned to the side to look at the old monk.

After finishing the fruit in his hands, Tang Ning threw down seven or eight more, but after wiping them clean, he realized what he had done, and Tang Ning's expression changed.

Puzzling as it was, no one dared to have an opinion. After all, Fuli was the number one Nascent Soul ancestor of the Yunlan Sect; if he said today that Penglai should be number one, well, it seemed no one dared to stop him.

Uncle Li, along with Aunt Zhang and Aunt Liao, finally decided to build a factory. Since Huari did this, she definitely didn't want them to continue the fermented bean business; of course, this was the result of the three of them analyzing it individually.

Old Guo was suspicious of Penglai, yet there were contradictions everywhere. He just felt that it was inseparable from Penglai. Xu Wuyang and Yang Jing's Cloud Spirit Grass and Millennium Purple Bamboo were lost, and Penglai started using these things to feed the Snow Phoenix; this was too much of a coincidence.

She did not believe that the person who once looked at her with the purest love in the world would truly hurt her.

Huari was a bit troubled; how should she put it at this time? She could sell to anyone, but of course, given a choice, Huari would still choose the Ouyang family first. After all, her relationship with Ouyang Luo Chen was better than with Young Master Bai.

But once they reacted, the disciples in the entire arena began to discuss it heatedly, and the whole place of the dharma battle was filled with a buzzing sound.

Ma Ting remained silent for a long time. When he saw Liu Feng's gaze, Ma Ting shook his head: "This lowly subject is old, and my mind is prone to confusion. I only remember being a guest at Prefect Wang's mansion; I don't remember anything else." After saying this, Fu Qing glared fiercely at Ma Ting.

It seemed Xia Boran had truly decided to end his "indulgence" and "pampering" of Xia Yuxin.

Meanwhile, Song Chenguang, being led out of the house by Xu Jingjing, stood under the building and immediately burst into tears.

Zhang Fei appeared as a substitute, and what made Wang Dao feel both amused and frustrated was that he didn't know whether to say the Wanchai Pier team's intelligence was poor, or if they were too focused on Zhang Fei's reputation and ignored others. Clearly, Zhang Fei had not "transformed," yet he was frequently double-teamed on the court.

The opponent's sword techniques and footwork were very strange. Chen Feifan was currently surrounded by the three, and his "Majestic Sword Technique" could not be utilized for a time. If he really used it, he feared killing a thousand enemies while suffering eight hundred losses, which would be counterproductive. Yet he didn't want to use the Spirit Gang Sword Qi, as he didn't want to kill them. At this moment, he thought of the "Heartless Blade Technique."

Tian Jiao was stunned, not understanding what had happened to Bu Chen. Just as she was about to step forward to persuade him, she looked up and bumped into Su Jinyun coming out of the side hall. Su Jinyun had changed from her usual plain attire; the apricot-yellow silk garment clung snugly to her graceful figure, her face was flushed with spring, and her cherry lips parted slightly, looking like a delicate flower that had bloomed overnight, intoxicating to behold.

Some families who were on good terms even began to secretly set up a betting pool to wager on who would win this time.

Gao Wu's body flipped in mid-air, his internal energy surging into his right leg, and then he swung his right leg horizontally, slamming it fiercely into the monster's chest; the powerful force almost ignited the air.

When they set out, they had brought enough tools for survival in the wild. Jing Long took the rope out from inside his long spear, and by relying on the strength of the rope, he finally reached the front of that withered tree.

Man Jing had heard their conversation clearly from the side and was quite amused in her heart; it would likely be difficult for Sun Xue and Yao Qianqian to return to how they were before, so these two should no longer have the heart to cause her trouble.

The light that Yang Qiuwei feared most had already become Zhi Long's life, and Zi Xuan could no longer contend with Yang Qiuwei. Therefore, this time, only we can defeat him.

"Clang." A blade and a sword collided. Unexpectedly, in this strike, the strength of the two was evenly matched; for a time, it was hard to distinguish who was stronger or weaker, and neither could gain the upper hand. The two held their weapons, pushing forward against each other with all their might; neither would submit to the other, and neither could do anything to the other, so they remained deadlocked like this for quite a while.