Chapter 119: The Crude Form of the Crimson Blade

Jiala twisted his wrist, planted the Insect Staff on the ground, and leaped into the air, using the inertia of his sprint and the leverage of the pivot point.

Unlike most agile Insect Glaive Users who could jump three or five meters, Jiala jumped exactly as high as his staff was long.

Managing to get his bulk of fat over the fallen, rotting log that had been there for years, Jiala landed and continued his sprint; seconds later, the roaring Great Dragon pursuing him smashed that log to pieces and gave chase.

Yun Zhong explained, "I understand everyone's thoughts. Dark Matter is naturally invisible; what is inside here are solvents. I simply used chemical means to dissolve the Dark Matter into them." Only then did everyone suddenly realize the truth.

Dai Zhenguo, equally disappointed, handed him a cigarette and forced a smile to encourage the old man: "It's fine, we have plenty of chances!" This was also encouragement for himself and the people nearby.

"Zhang Shaoyu? You, weren't you in Changsha? How did you come to Mianyang?" After a long while, Bai Yang asked strangely. Hearing this, Zhang Shaoyu frowned; Bai Yang was not in Chengdu?

"If they do not come, so be it; otherwise, let them have no return." Xiang Tian swept away his previous despondency and unease, looking full of spirit.

The netizens' words were mostly congratulatory, with few mentioning anything else. Zhang Shaoyu seemed already accustomed to this situation; no one is perfect. Having grown used to praise, even if it wasn't true, one might start believing it.

Speaking thus, the two embraced heavily. Mandu Gule took up his whip and left without looking back; six soldiers saluted Yuan Feng and followed him.

Seeing Shi Zifeng go inside, Song Yishang, Song Long, Song Hu, and Song Bao outside the door gathered their full power to listen, but could hear no sound from within.

Now, such a bothersome creature was actually circling above our heads; everyone felt a great headache!

The Earth-Traveling Dragon's roar grew weaker and weaker until it vanished, and at the same time, its body was cut in half by golden light, crashing down to both sides with a boom.

In Wuzhou, Guangxi, inside a dilapidated and broken post station, Liu Songpo was tossing and turning on his sickbed, unable to sleep. The journey from the capital to Lingnan was ten thousand li distant, with countless hardships and dangers; upon reaching Guangxi, Liu Songpo fell ill and could not rise.

His narrow eyes and eyebrows already appeared bewitching; now, with a feather fan half-covering his face, he was full of enchantment and inscrutability.

Speaking thus, Aunt Lin suddenly thought of something, told Chen Feng and Guo Yinyin to wait a moment, stood up, and walked toward the upper floor.

If it were like this for a lifetime, she would truly go mad; damn, it was too much; did they know how much her buttocks hurt? Yet she dared not change her posture even slightly; even if her whole body was stiff, she had to endure until the end.

He also told them stories from all over the land about his days following the founding Emperor to conquer the world, effortlessly establishing an immensely towering image in front of his great-grandchildren's generation.

"So chasing stars really makes one's IQ go into deficit." Chen Feng could truly bear it no longer, so he left the crowd, sat in a nearby milk tea shop, and prepared to go up and chat with them after they finished work.

Before losing consciousness, Moria vaguely remembered that his subordinates were so brave, so loyal, and so excellent.

The composition of the Cat Claw Pirate Crew meant they most detested human trafficking groups, slave ships, and such existences; no one would be soft-hearted or hesitate to strike.

"Because, because I used to be a bad person, did many bad things, and later was subdued by him, willingly took his poison, and listened to his words." Xiao Lian, speaking thus, looked at Feng Jun Chu, as if through that face still bearing childishness, she could see his former god-like countenance.

Le Yu watched Ye Lin run off in a rush, not having time to ask what was going on. So be it; putting out the fire is more important; let him be.

Gan Yao walked into the Peony Room, pouted while looking around once, then sat down, refusing to look at Gong Jian who followed.