Chapter 557

"Child, your food is not bad, but it is always missing something, and you can't tell what is missing... it's not spiritual power either."

"Yes, Sect Master."

"What does Elder Fang think?"

"Missing some spiritual taste."

"So, it seems to be true, it's that spiritual taste. Anyway, I have to learn from Dabai and Xiaohai."

"I saw those two guys sometimes spitting into the pot."

"—"

Qianlong looked at Xiao Yan with a smile and beckoned to Xiao Yan, letting her sit beside him.

Seeing her lower her head to him for the first time, begging him in such a gentle and soft tone, it seemed to touch the softest string in his heart. The man couldn't help but feel a sway in his heart and looked down at her.

"Do you want to travel? Otherwise, let's go out and play together during the National Day." Qi Chisu suggested.

However, when Lin Weiwei faced them, she was helpless. Except for using sharp claws to resist them, she could do nothing.

Chu Yuqing's meaning was very obvious. How could Leng Ran not hear it? Just thinking that she had nothing left, Leng Ran couldn't help but shiver, and a cold current quickly penetrated her entire body.

He was very well prepared. Various pastries had already been placed on the low table. There were also unopened melon seeds, fruits, and other snacks placed on the side.

"You have self-knowledge today." Ning Jianyan didn't even give Qi An a step to go down, got up, took his coat, and left.

Seeing that Qianlong not only drank the sheep milk she ordered Nanny Li to present but also instructed Xiao Yan to drink more, the Empress Dowager was surprised and couldn't help but be very happy.

Qi An didn't know what it felt like in his heart, so he said he had eaten. He also told Houhou not to make trouble, and then he left the ward.

He walked slowly, and wherever he passed, ripples appeared in the space, and the endless cultivators below him immediately looked blank, as if they had become puppets.

"Okay, soldiers come to block, water comes to cover! Besides, even if the big array on the top of the head is broken, we still have the last killer move!" Qisha raised the Green Wood Divine Sword in his hand, stared at it for a moment, then gently shook his wrist, and a pure and flawless green sword Qi pierced directly to the top of his head, quickly merging into the light shield on his head.

He possesses space divine ability and can create space one after another in the void. In the eyes of the opponent, it is so strange.

However, how could Xie Lanxin meet him here so openly? And what is more confusing is, how could Xie Lanxin's room be next to the captain's room?

Han Dong nodded, "Authentic, currently three lawsuits have been fought, with a 100% winning rate." Speaking of fighting lawsuits, Han Dong was a bit proud. In this regard, he considered himself an expert. It's just that he is an expert without a certificate.

A few minutes later, the four main battalions of the 'Unique Regiment' broke the establishment of each battalion, company, platoon, and squad. The soldiers carried heavy loads and ran forward, fighting for their lives to compete for the lead all the way.

The storm caused by a butterfly flapping its wings stirred history. Zhao Yong stood at this crossroads of history without knowing it. History always invisibly presses the heavy responsibility on your shoulders. Whether to start the bloody storm that has lasted for thousands of years between the Central Plains Dynasty and the nomadic people under the Yin Mountains, the decision-making power is in the hands of Zhao Yong.

Lei Jian rode on the warhorse, leading the cavalry to walk at the forefront of the main force. In the night, he slowed down the speed of the warhorse, waiting for the infantry behind to catch up. When dawn came, he found that the main force behind had not caught up, not knowing how far behind they had fallen.

He quickly fell back to the top of the white snake's head, assisting the white snake in attacking the countless evil black mages in the forest.

Immediately after, there were many unimaginable forces falling like a torrential rain on the people in the domain.

The surroundings were still ink-black ancient sinkwood. Under the reflection of the lights, patterns like golden threads appeared and disappeared in the middle, outlining strange pictures, like ancient tribal totems, appearing both mysterious and solemn.