Chapter 138: Dragon and Little Duan!

The second round produced far fewer heads than the first, but the torment was no less.

On the LPL side, three long-range heroes poked before every team fight; sometimes, before you could even reach their faces, your health bar had already dropped by half. When you could finally bear it no longer and wanted to engage, Zhao Xin would often sweep away a whole group with a single strike.

At the very least, the support Jyler's ultimate could split the battlefield and serve a protective role.

If you cannot initiate a team fight, then wait for GP

Judging by the photo, it must be quite old. Is this the demon's mother? Or grandmother?

Huang Shulang and Wang Badan had no objections either; the four immediately issued orders to their own teams to attack.

"No, this matter cannot be left like this. Fan Jingyun falsely accused and framed you; we must go to the Jiang family to demand an explanation." Seeing Fan Jingyun bully his wife like that, Jue Zhiyuan found it particularly unbearable.

Do not be misled by this tear-jerking, deeply moving scene; in truth, both of them had their own thoughts in mind.

She kept her wits about her; this was not yet the time to let things with Fan Limo spiral out of control. She could let Fan Limo suffer a silent loss, but she could not give her a chance to lash out.

Ji Shuhan dropped that remark, immediately turned his head, and ran off. Xu Qing had not yet reacted when the fellow's figure was already far away.

According to the merit just earned—that is, doing good deeds, and ones of no great difficulty—simply making the black cat recognize her as its master and preventing the boy from dying because of the black cat had already accumulated a bit of merit. Then, wouldn't healing the sick and acting bravely for a just cause all count as good deeds?

Just chip away at it slowly after moving in; one day, this thick ice will be broken. The bandit Lianye held exactly this thought, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt she was quite talented.

Only, this situation will not last long. Once Meng Zhaojun returns to the Flame Cloud Sect, the Flame Cloud Sect will certainly send someone to execute Pan Quangui.

He called out several times, but Zhang San did not respond. Looking closer, he was utterly baffled: why was Zhang San shivering all over? His head was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Especially Zhang Chao, who had crawled up from the ground, looked utterly wretched, and was almost disfigured; the pair of eyes he fixed on Pei Junlin were filled with boundless malice.

The five Immortal Emperors were somewhat flattered, never expecting such excellent treatment; from the bottom of their hearts, they began to respect Master Chu Muyuan and his disciple.

Of course, she did not think the marks on Lu Junkai's body were made by Ding Ya. When the two of them had been completely open with each other yesterday, although she had been too embarrassed to look at him, she had still seen quite a few of them.

Newt shrugged, pointed at the "pink toad" sitting beside Cornelius Fudge, and said seriously.

Inside the luxurious palace, vintage wall lamps on the European-style corridors glowed with a hazy yellow light, stretching the shadows of the group very long.

"Yes, sister-in-law." Lu Jiajia listened to everything Zhou Jiao said; whatever Zhou Jiao said, she obediently agreed.

He quickly looked around and found that his location was a very beautiful valley. In the distance, even two rabbits were secretly watching this strange newcomer, their eyes revealing a certain spiritual intelligence.

This matter had almost become the favorite and most frequently discussed topic among the disciples of the major powers on the Central Continent in recent days.

At the very moment the vortex appeared, a blade light as dreamlike as a fantasy seemed to be drawn by an endless suction force, instantly plunging into that vortex.

Zhuo Xi was truly furious. Two double-hours, roughly a morning's time; seeing that Rui'er looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, how could Zhao Yuan bear to let her kneel on the gravel ground for so long? Wasn't this clearly intending to ruin Rui'er's legs?

Qiguan looked at Han Xinze's back; his tall, slender figure was not rugged, resembling an eagle in the night—cold, proud, solitary, yet domineering.

This immediately made her feel uncomfortable. She frowned and took a fierce bite of the fruit in her hand.

Chu Tian's gaze kept turning toward the entrance of the secret realm, where light and shadow flickered; at this moment, threads of faint light and shadow were slowly being born from the void, then condensing at the entrance of the secret realm.