Chapter 581: Two Years of Cultivation

Xiangnan, Mengdong River, upstream, Huxing Village.

Corpses covered the ground, and the soil was soaked with blood.

Tu'an Hongjin wore a pair of knee-high deerskin boots, stepped through the bloody mud to arrive beneath the Gathering Immortal Hall, sized up the brawny man leaning against the pillar in the corridor for a moment, and extended a slender, jade-like finger, lightly poking the brawny man's bulging chest.

"Puchi..." The brawny man fell at the touch, his chest deflating with the sound, but it was just hanging a pair of fish bladders.

Tu'an Hongjin withdrew her finger, her beautiful face...

Xia Nuanyan smiled warmly and did not speak again. Under heaven, in fact, except for Jun Shinuo, no one could influence her staying or leaving. Xia Nuanyan knew deeply that it was so before, it is so now, and in the future, it must also be so.

"Hehe, General, do not worry. I will go to the government office with you; I have something to show you," Ma Qingfeng said with a smile.

"Six..." Xiahou Cheng tearfully hugged Yinyue's neck, his body intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against him to cover up the fact that had just occurred.

Looking at Bai Zixu in his dragon robe, surrounded by palace servants and walking further and further away, the softness on Bai Mo's face instantly dimmed, and a melancholy sigh escaped his lips.

Mu Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Great-grandfather. That is to say, the Liu family now only had four generations. And if there were only four generations of people, that wasn't too terrifying. However, even so, Mu Chen still saw the terrifying potential in this family.

Luo Qian'er looked at Feng Xuanming's cold gaze. Although he used to have this half-dead ice-block face, at that time there was anger and emotion in his eyes. But now, it was flat indifference, the kind without a single shred of emotion.

When Luo Qian'er learned that the Fourth Prince had come to the Luo Mansion, she had just finished preparing the drug that confuses the mind. Master Luo sent someone to pass a message, asking her to go to the front hall to see the Fourth Prince.

Sima Changkong and the other Sword Sect disciples were full of surprise. Ma Qingfeng's emergence from seclusion was like a shot of adrenaline, causing the sky-filling dark clouds to disperse by half immediately.

"Stop pretending to be muddled. Don't deny that the poison in Feng Qingchen's body wasn't done by those people you ordered!" Shen Yunxi said sharply.

Dragging her exhausted body into an inn, she didn't even eat. While waiting for someone to prepare bathwater, Luo Qian'er lay on the bed to doze for a while. Unexpectedly, as soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell asleep.

"Brother Dai's guards who can fight are only four left. The people brought by Village Master Du are twenty-four. I'll count the ones who haven't arrived as twenty. Plus these attendants beside me, it adds up to about fifty people."

Sun Qin laughed happily while not forgetting to set rules: "You are not allowed to sit with her in class this afternoon! Come pick me up early after class!" Pick up what pick up, it's only two or three hundred meters from Building 1 to Building 3.

And this kind of situation, it could be said, was what Jiang Yubai liked most. With his naturally cunning personality and various schemes and means, it could be said that by his means, Jiang Yubai had a great possibility of winning and obtaining the final victory.

Zheng Yuqing had to open her eyes, but it was much better now; at least what met her eyes were his alluring and deep pupils.

Facing the half-naked Zhang Yaming, Michiko kept her head down, only occasionally peeking at Zhang Yaming from the corner of her eye, but before Zhang Yaming could notice, she immediately shifted her gaze again.

Sending off her younger brother, Xia Hanqiu only had time to be sad for a moment before her attention was diverted by the people brought by Chen Jun.

Everything was just as Keren said. If it weren't for the help of the Sarast family, she, Xiwen, and Cao and the other orphans would have died long ago. The Sarast family was indeed their savior.

The fierce might of the giant magic sphere began to make the palace tremble. Cracks on the stone pillars around the palace added a few more, and the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the palace began to sway violently, with gravel and fine sand constantly falling from the ceiling.

Wu Qizun was actually looking forward to this moment as well. When light emitted from Zheng Yuqing's body, he stared at her without blinking. ===== CHAPTER 582 =====