Chapter 87: The Butterfly Wings Effect Begins to Show

【Recall the NXG training schedule that exploded online earlier; it seems people weren't exaggerating.】

【Comparing IG and NXG, I finally understand why many outsiders say we're neglecting our duties by playing games...】

【Pfft, now that you mention it, it's true: on one side, internet-addicted teens; on the other, an extreme profession.】

【Please don't drag others down, up there, thanks!】

Baby has gradually adapted to this group of NXG people once.

The hospital where the two grandsons stayed was very large; Old Man Li also loved children, so he immediately made this decision.

Situ Qi thought: since Shi Yan could restore Gu Yuxi, why stage that play just now?

Jin Shi heard this and was overjoyed; the two concubines by the Prince's side were much younger than her and also more beautiful, and for several days the Prince had not slept in her courtyard.

And at both ends of the smoke, the parasitic demon insects seemed even more rigid and dead, while on Bo Ziyu's sleeping face there also seemed to be some subtle change.

"Thank you!" Sheng Fenghua said thanks, then slowly stood up. However, just as she stood up, a wave of dizziness struck her head, her eyes went black, and she fainted again.

After Mo Lei finished speaking, he stormed off, and before leaving, he didn't forget to take away the sausage placed in front of the cage as bait.

Sigh! Only someone with a kind heart like me would help her this way; if it were anyone else, who the hell would care about her? Let her do whatever she wants.

The pressure on Deng Qi's father suddenly increased, because the conditions Gangzi offered those two companies were very tempting; we couldn't match that. The situation has become murky. We can't say we have no chance; on paper, we still hold the advantage, but in our hearts we have no confidence at all.

The car started; through the window glass, I saw Principal Yu still standing in place, his smile undiminished, waving at the business van.

In this situation, in this place, if it were anywhere else, the Daoist Priest would have already slashed with his sword long ago; but now... sigh, seeing it, I still feel a cat scratching my heart, my hand itching for the sword.

Duan Lang crossed the time tunnel and stepped into modern society. Facing various temptations, he pondered: when can he return to the Nanzhao Kingdom? Longing for his homeland and family made Duan Lang ashamed: if not for his own willfulness and arrogance, there would not be today's outcome.

The Heavenly Master talisman struck the skeleton's chest, making it stagger, then 'Bang!' it fell down; the Vajra staff stabbed into its left leg. The skeleton was obviously enraged by the pain; a flurry of flying spears shot down from the sky again. Wang Weidong quickly increased the spiritual energy infused into the Purple Gold Bell, fortunately neutralizing all the flying spear attacks safely.

"You married the earliest; you have the most say in this..." Qin Tianyin said casually.

"Hehe! Zi Huang, it seems you know quite a lot. Rest assured! Ba Jun made a vow before the Dragon God never to harm humans again. So you don't need to worry. By the way, here is the Dragon-Slaying Blade." Dongfang Qian took the Dragon-Slaying Blade from her inner world and returned it to Zi Huang.

Although he was not particularly diligent in practicing, his power and combat ability were still among the best in his generation. Therefore, when selecting senior cadres to form an important leadership group, Duan Lang was appointed as a Prince with the second-highest ranking, practicing the Prince's Sword, the pivotal technique among the Six Meridian Swords... the Shangyang Sword Art.

Wang Fatty didn't wait for Liang Chen to finish speaking; immediately, he continued chatting with a smile. Dahua Xia is a famous Shangcheng in the surrounding area; everything inside is precious, even a comb costs over a hundred yuan. People living on Eighteen Stairs jokingly call it a luxury Shangcheng, affordable only for the wealthy.

Even more critical is that after Yiran, Huaxia Dragon City could no longer dispatch any second-rank experts with greater combat power.

This made Zhou Yanru even more jealous. That dead eunuch ignores everyone every day, yet for He Gu's single sentence, he actually came rushing over himself.

Hearing this, Duan Lang's heart pounded. In ordinary times, he might have offered himself in marriage. But this journey into the Jianghu was originally meant to achieve the cultivation of seeing beauty without being moved by it, which is what the Buddhists call "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Emptiness does not differ from form, form does not differ from emptiness." Such a state of cultivation.