Chapter 712: Friends a Little Later

Later, friends

Mo Beixiao had been staring helplessly at the several new bottles in his hand when he heard his father’s question and finally lifted his head.

The originally elegant, luxurious leather sofa looked odd after being covered, mismatched with the home’s decor.

Even so, there were still limits: right now, Li Xiang could expend only a bit of magical energy to generate a bolt of lightning five meters long and as thick as a finger, flashing brilliant blue-white light.

The stone in her heart settled—she’d guessed right. Zeng Zhisen and the officials behind him knelt on the ground.

Just from the description given by this Tianbei Sect youth, Li Xiang could tell the authorities had concealed many critical details.

What truly pained him were those Sha Mi Zi insects—they had been refined with his own witch power and nurtured from collected Yuan Yin blood essence.

Shangchong Technology recently launched a smart drone project, but the R&D startup costs were enormous, so they were eager to approach Linqi Capital.

That remark struck right at her inner wound; compounded by Zhen Ji’s having “usurped the nest,” the taste of defeat lingered endlessly in Zhen Nai’s heart.

Several tall green stone peaks stood side by side, their surfaces jagged with strange rocks and riddled with caves, faint figures moving within.

The beautiful eyes, seeing Chen Yan’s dazed expression, first showed revulsion, then turned away toward the old monk.

After finishing the fruit in hand, Tang Ning tossed down seven or eight more, but once he wiped his hands clean, he realized what he’d done—and his expression changed.

Though baffling, no one dared object—Fuli was Yunlan Sect’s first Nascent Soul ancestor; today, even if he declared Penglai the number one, who would dare stop him?

Uncle Li, Aunt Zhang, and Aunt Liao ultimately decided to build the factory. Since Huali did this, she clearly didn’t want them continuing their soybean paste business—this was their own individual analysis.

Gu Lao suspected Penglai, yet found contradictions everywhere, yet still felt Penglai was somehow involved: Xu Wuyang and Yang Jing’s Yunying Spirit Grass and thousand-year Purple Bamboo vanished, and right then Penglai began feeding those very items to the Snow Phoenix—too coincidental.

She couldn’t believe the one who once looked at her with the purest love in the world would truly hurt her.

Huali was hesitant—how could she say it now? She sold to anyone, of course, but given a choice, she’d still pick the Ouyang family first, since her relationship with Ouyang Luochen was far better than with White Young Master .

Only when they realized it did the disciples erupt into murmurs, the entire combat ground buzzing with chatter.

Ma Ting remained silent for a long time; when he saw Liu Feng’s gaze, he shook his head: “This lowly old man is aged, his mind grows cloudy—he only remembers visiting Magistrate Wang’s mansion; everything else is forgotten.” Upon hearing this, Fu Qing glared fiercely at Ma Ting.

It seemed Xia Boren had truly decided to end his “indulgence” and “spoiling” of Xia Yuxin.

Song Chen Guang, led out the door by Xu Jingjing, stood beneath the gatehouse and burst into tears.

Zhang Fei entered as a substitute, and Wang Dao found it absurd: he didn’t know whether to blame Wan Zhai Ma Tou’s poor intelligence or their excessive focus on Zhang Fei’s name, ignoring everything else—yet here was Zhang Fei without any “transformation,” and still he was constantly double-teamed on the field.

The opponent’s swordplay and footwork were bizarre; Chen Feifan was now surrounded by three, his Mighty Sword of the Four Directions useless in close quarters—using it fully risked killing a thousand while losing eight hundred, too costly, yet he didn’t want to use Spirit Gang Sword Qi, since he didn’t intend to kill them. Then he recalled the Heartless Blade Art.

Tianjiao was stunned, unsure what had happened to Bu Chen. She moved to console him, but looked up and met Su Jinyun emerging from the side hall. Su Jinyun had abandoned her usual plain attire; her apricot-yellow silk robe clung snugly to her graceful figure, her powdered face glowing with spring, lips softly parted like a flower blooming overnight, intoxicating.

Even, among a few close-knit groups, secret bets had quietly formed on who would win.

Gao Wu flipped midair, channeling internal energy into his right leg, then swung it sideways with brutal force, smashing into the monster’s chest—the power nearly detonated the air.

When leaving, enough wilderness survival tools were packed. Jinglong pulled the rope from his spear, using its tension to finally reach the withered tree.

Manjing listened clearly to their conversation and was secretly pleased—Sun Xue and Yao Qianqian would likely never return to their old closeness, and thus probably wouldn’t bother her anymore.

Yang Qiwei’s greatest fear—the light—had become Zhilong’s life; Zixuan could no longer oppose Yang Qiwei. So this time, we must be the ones to defeat him.

“Clang.” Sword met blade; unexpectedly, both were evenly matched in strength, neither gaining advantage. They gripped their weapons, pushing forward with equal force, neither yielding, neither overcoming the other—locked in stalemate for a long while.