Chapter 156: Proof of the Strong: Da Ye Shuang

Shangdang.

Before Er Zhu Rong appeared a letter and a person.

"What did Li Shen Gui tell you to say to me?"

The letter-bearer was Fei Mu, but he looked far from well at this moment, his appearance wretched, obviously having suffered greatly to reach this place.

"Li Shen Gui said a great deal of bad things about the General of Chariots and Cavalry; I will not repeat them, as they are all written in this letter!"

Er Zhu Rong took the letter but did not open it, in front of Gao Huan, He Ba Yue, and Hu Si.

In a previous mission world, Chen Jiao fell in love with Rong Zai, the most handsome man in the world; although the two eventually united and lived happily together for a lifetime, Chen Jiao still felt that what she had for him was more familial affection than romantic love.

As soon as the meteorite fell, a Hell Knight who had no time to dodge was instantly smashed to dust and ash; his corpse was crushed into a pile of minced meat, then roasted into charcoal in the raging fire, and finally scattered by the violent air currents.

After a while, the completely normal Zhu Hua briefly recounted the events to her master, especially the matter of Meng Yu saving her, and introduced Meng Yu to her master.

Fortunately, both were rational people; they simply stated their own opinions without injecting emotion into their own ideas, which would have made Li Hao's position difficult.

Xi Yan's body trembled; in an instant, all words seemed stuck in her throat, unable to go up or come down.

A young wolf whose downy fur had not yet receded opened its mouth and spat out a hurricane; invisible wind blades carved a circle of phantom images in the air, slashing toward the legs of the crocodile-man.

Seeing Night Owl's movement, the armed police captain first nervously aimed his gun barrel at him, then, sensing that Night Owl had no intent to attack, lowered the gun barrel slightly.

Judging from films and television dramas, after Tang Seng used the Three Hundred Children's Songs, he instantly transformed into the True Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata; its power directly subdued the demon king Sun Wukong.

"Whoosh!" Infinite blade qi surged out from Su Mingyue's body, making his robes flap and rustle loudly. A mighty sword intent was gathering; endless energy of heaven and earth was converging, and the space less than half an inch above the tip of the Nine-Character Determination blade completely shattered.

The Northern Song imperial family was almost entirely captured; only Zhao Gou escaped by luck, which led to the subsequent Southern Song.

Nan Ke Rui was now completely terrified by her master's words, staring at Mo Bing Shuang as if looking at a monster.

The meaning was already quite clear: he wanted to tell Qiu Luo and Wan Guan that he was not familiar with them, so they should all pretend not to know him; this would allow the upcoming actions to proceed better, especially bringing Qiu Luo and Wan Guan into the fold, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.

Ye Su Man also felt at this moment that she no longer existed at all; the highest realm of lurking is self-forgetfulness, and she had now reached a state of self-forgetfulness.

Just as Dongfang Yuping and the others boarded the ferry, the bearded men really came chasing after them. Dongfang Yuping held his forces in reserve until the bearded men's ferry reached the middle of the river, then recalled the glass plate blocking the leak. In an instant, the ferry began taking on water, and no amount of blocking could stop it.

"Cold! But the whiteness that meets the eye gives a refreshing feeling; the people living here must have pure souls." Nan Ke Rui said in a tone that sounded like he was talking nonsense.

"Where is this?" Nan Ke Rui glanced around for a moment, then turned to Mo Feng Di with a puzzled expression and asked.

At this time, Lin Feng also returned to the inn where he was staying; at this time, Luo Yuan had already prepared the medicinal bath and was simply waiting for Lin Feng to condense his Qi Sea. Before entering the medicinal bath, he explained the key techniques for condensing the Qi Sea to Lin Feng again and again.

A hand, white and tender, with five fingers slender, long, and full of aesthetic beauty, as if it were an artwork meticulously carved and polished.

Some cannon-fighter cultivators who had charged too far were already entangled by countless tentacles; screaming, they sank to the bottom of the water, never to emerge again.

After playing with the cup in her hands just now, Xia Zheng placed it in the position between the two of them. She was nervous and wanted to drink something, so she casually picked up the cola in front of her. She had even forgotten that there was sleeping medicine in this cola.