Chapter 105: New Armor

"I'm sorry!" Mudi bowed deeply.

Meeting without even a greeting, starting straight with an apology, this made even the Dragon Race craftsman, whose emotions were usually very stable, feel somewhat uneasy.

He extended a large hand, steadied Mudi's shoulder, and comforted her: "Don't rush, what happened?"

"I've been busy eating, drinking, and playing these past few days, and forgot to come pick up the Equipment, I'm sorry!" Mudi said, about to bow again.

The Dragon Race craftsman hurriedly steadied her shoulder.

He couldn't wait to open the attribute panel; he needed Gene Points to relieve the pain in his body. The energy of those Gene Points entering his body was now negligible, completely unable to treat his injuries; now all his injuries needed Gene Points to help him.

Hearing that Li Zhicheng could actually get the medicinal herbs, Ceng Ci was extremely happy, her face beaming so widely her teeth showed; she hurriedly said: "Zhicheng, rest assured, I definitely won't put you in a difficult position. First, get me enough herbs for one hundred thousand people; as for later matters, we'll discuss them later."

For some reason, Qingzi cared about Lin Chuan too much; she discovered she had completely fallen in love with this man from China.

After all, the rewards for such missions were not generally good; having tasted the sweetness, Lin Fei was unwilling to give up.

August spoke loudly, placed the wine glass filled with red wine on the table, performed a gentlemanly gesture, and then sat down.

"My Chu Family's affairs are not for an outsider to speak on." The Elder's tone grew colder and colder.

At this very moment, Wu Ling lay sprawled on a branch, a half-smoked cigar in his mouth, gazing up at the boundless sky, lost in deep silence.

How could these be rebels? Their Equipment was even superior to the German Wehrmacht in Europe. Even the most elite Royal Army of the British Empire on its home soil could not compare; General Rhymes lost without blame. Under such circumstances, if they didn't win, they would truly be stupid pigs. Everyone's thoughts in their hearts were surprisingly consistent.

Seeing Bodhi arrive, the two bowed their bodies slightly and smiled in greeting; for a great Buddha like Bodhi who had attained the Way, they still held considerable respect.

"Brother Jiutian, you defeated the Demon-Suppressing Holy Buddha Golden Body, didn't you?" asked a portly man from the high and mighty VIP seats.

"I can't sleep; the people inside are so stupid, just watching makes me anxious," Mo Xun said helplessly.

Lu Chen let out a low shout, grabbed Lu Wangsun's head, then expelled force, directly shattering his head into powder.

Ling Tanxue turned her head and her lips brushed against his; she quickly moved her head away, feeling extremely awkward.

And though the vast Medical Saint Sect had no giants at the level of Ghost Immortals or Martial Venerables in the Human Immortal Realm above the Fourth Thunder Tribulation, it was still one of the Huaxia Twelve Great Mysterious Sects; its profound foundation was absolutely incomparable to the Jiangdong Three Great Martial Arts Families, which had already turned to historical dust.

The evening breeze blew gently; five hundred trained and fully armed soldiers, under the cover of the dark night, quietly surrounded the entire Sihe Academy, sealing it off completely.

Hu Yan: "Since you think it will be useful to me, do I still have any reason to refuse? Are you too young to harm me?"

He, the Soul-Dwelling Nether Lord, was one of the Three Nether Lords; yet now, dwelling within Mi Huaien, he still had to endure such nonsense. Truly, a tiger fallen on flat ground is bullied by dogs, and a dragon swimming in shallow water is teased by shrimp.

As far as he knew, Earth Immortals lived no more than three hundred years, Heaven Immortals no more than eight hundred. As for the Yang Spirit among Dao Cultivators, who cultivated only the spirit soul and not the physical body, their lifespan would be even longer, but one thousand years was probably the limit.

Her whole body felt warm; A Luo beside her was sleeping deeply. She remembered she had a fever last night; A Luo must have been busy all night, so now she should let her sleep a bit longer.

Time had unknowingly reached the deep winter of the twelfth lunar month, and the final year of the scripture retrieval had also unknowingly arrived.

Anyway, since she had already torn up her relationship with the Countess of Sincerity, she could only grit her teeth and continue speaking.