Chapter 134: Beside Qi Hui Hui: Hehehe…

Bei Dian, graduate student dormitory, Beside Qi Hui Hui carried back the drunken Guo Fan.

Beside Qi Hui Hui, Guo Fan, and Old Wang drank together, and only Guo Fan passed out.

It wasn't that Beside Qi Hui Hui and Old Wang had far superior alcohol tolerance; they just knew how to urge others to drink and how to avoid drinking themselves.

At the dinner table just now, Beside Qi Hui Hui kept inventing ways to urge Guo Fan to drink, and before they'd even eaten many dishes, Guo Fan was done for.

Even the wine Old Wang poured for Beside Qi Hui Hui, Beside Qi Hui Hui found ways to pass on to Guo Fan.

Having experienced so many mission worlds, she mastered many skills, and cooking was just one of them—especially good at it.

"Report! The Spirit Immortal City people have arrived!" A warrior sprinted over, knelt at Shang's feet, drenched in sweat.

"Is there anything I, Zhao Cheng, dare not do? Break open four cans—you go help." Zhao Cheng sneered; in Kao Shan Village, no one had ever outmaneuvered him.

Why was the temperature different? The mine floor was slightly warm, but the walls were icy. She picked up a power stone and found the stone slightly warm—soul cultivator.

"Auntie's thinking too much—we're just exchanging letters and met once; it's not nearly as serious as you imagine." Her voice was light and casual, but her hand beneath the table clenched into a tight fist. Is this Xiu Linniang sent by heaven to torment her?

Si Yan stepped off the bus, cradling a bouquet of carnations, walking up the slope. The setting sun blazed like blood, stretching her shadow long across the ground.

Nie Bai hugged Feng Zhilou tightly, shouting loudly—that cry revealed how much he had longed for this; during those two years in the fish-beast's belly, he had lost so much, and now it all seemed to be made up for.

Zhan Mei, who had been drinking with her head down, lifted her head at this and looked toward Xia Han. Could this guy also be getting into the promising field of covert operations? His guess was too accurate.

"I won't allow you to go. Your mother found a substitute for you—she's already arranged everything." Yue Niang firmly opposed Zhilou's journey to Fu Xi Continent.

"Witnesses? What witnesses are left? The only one who saw what happened was the bard—he refused to say anything, and I heard he died not long after leaving here." The garrison commander looked troubled.

Leaving aside other matters, this white light was Zhang Chen's spiritual awareness; though each speck contained little spiritual awareness, there were over five hundred soldiers here—sending out so much spiritual awareness at once was still a heavy burden for Zhang Chen.

In the Ji Gong Scroll, the protagonist travels to every city in the nation, trying to find his hometown.

The moment he spoke, he saw the traffic light at the T-junction of Xinmin Road and Xiangjiang Middle Road; the vehicles in the left-turn lane had already formed a long queue—if he waited there properly and patiently, he'd likely not make it through three traffic lights.

He didn't know where he'd run to, nor did he stop—he panted heavily. He had never imagined the one who removed his immortal bone was his uncle—the uncle who had always treated him so well—why would he do this? Was it truly for his own good?

Of course, this did not satisfy Shao Er Yi Zhen, yet he had no choice; Zhen Qian had been clear from the start: this weapon's production was extremely complex and required vast materials. Shao Er Dong Shang was willing to help gather these materials, but Zhen Qian refused, fearing leaks.

Nezha shouted loudly, and at the same time, his two weapons flew out, blocking Yang Jian's weapons.

The half-giant's figure emerged—he seemed in good condition, his expression relaxed, eyes fixed on a string of objects in his hand.

A jolt shot through her mind; she struggled free from Mo Haoteng and slapped him hard across the face. Mo Haoteng's eyes were glazed; at this moment, a man was terrifying—radiating the danger of unfulfilled desire.

The younger generation is the sect's future hope; if the younger generation is strong, the sect's future will surely flourish; if weak, the sect will have no successors. Powerful sects naturally refuse to lose—they each display their own abilities to vie for victory.