Chapter 88: Pindi's Wardrobe?

"Comrades, thank you for your cooperation." The police officer politely escorted Qi Hui and the others out the main gate, waved, and watched the film crew depart.

It took half the night of tossing and turning to finally figure out this whole chain of events.

That gang of hooligans didn't learn their lesson, nor did they keep their eyes open; what else could they provoke but that group of fierce people?

Aside from the director and assistant director, none of those people were easy to mess with, and most of them had even trained in the military.

If they hadn't arrived

Originally, with things developing to this point, it was nearly enough; according to Xiao Mian's expectation, once the ownership issue of these thirteen Spirit Herb Halls became deadlocked, the Three Great Sects would have a direct excuse to intervene, thereby giving them grounds and opportunity to suppress the Bai family.

Suddenly, the Dark Rule that had been suppressed by Sun Sheng surged forth again; black qi steamed from Sun Sheng's body, accompanied by black lightning coiling around, crackling and popping.

"Hehehe, you think saying that will save your life? Hand over that cube immediately, or you will all die!" That elder from the Outer Domain said in a chilling tone.

When Liu Ming finished his round and came out, he found the captain had actually fainted. A huge bump swelled on his forehead, looking pitiful.

The Dragon King's words before dying were naturally not a real intent to seek revenge on Xiao Mian, but rather an indirect reminder to Xiao Mian; however, while Xiao Mian knew of the Demon Shadow Sect, he did not know of the Demon God Temple.

The clothes he wore affected the speed of drawing his gun, so he had just managed to pull out his pistol when that car ran over the fallen soldier and then charged toward him.

Forget it; rather than be humiliated by him, I'll fight! Even if I really die, won't the boss have to properly compensate my family?

Thanks to the Jade Hoe Ancestor, Xiao Mian also enjoyed a great meal, consuming a bowl of Eight-Treasure Spirit Porridge; he felt the spirit porridge melt in his mouth, turning into threads of spiritual qi as it slid down his esophagus, not only refreshing Xiao Mian's mind and spirit but also clearing the fatigue from previously converting a bit of True Yuan.

But since Long Destadt wanted to unleash a tank sea, adhering to the spirit that "not making money when you can is being a bastard," Wu Wei naturally wouldn't let fat water flow into outsiders' fields. Moreover, in reality, Russia's engine production technology was ridiculously poor; the engines trial-produced in Moscow were of such quality they couldn't even compare to the defective products of the Hanyang Factory.

The most basic distinction between Martial Cultivators and Dao Cultivators lies in the fact that Dao Cultivators use not only their own spiritual power but also borrow the spiritual qi of heaven and earth.

The Holy Mother's earnest exhortations truly came from the heart; how could Zhu Xu not agree? And how could he not appreciate the gesture?

"Teacher, if you can hold back and abstain from sexual relations while drinking, enduring one week as one treatment course, it can restore your physique to the state of a thirty-year-old; if you can endure two treatment courses, then your skills in bed can double." Zhang Donghai said with a wicked smile.

You must know which parents do not want their children to study and grow up in an environment with excellent education; this news instantly caused countless parents to turn their gaze toward Jia Academy, and also led many examinees who could not fulfill their dreams of Jinghua or Jingda University to choose this place; although the chances were few or even slim, at least they were not hopeless.

Actually, in the initial plan, they were not to participate in the mission here; their mission was at the room where Huang Pengcheng was resting, to cover and protect teammates, and to eliminate Chen Junxiang and a squad of guards.

After failing dozens of times in a row, Mo Fan, unconcerned, picked up another red medicine seed again and subconsciously applied the method of controlling the sand and soil.

Yu Tianhen searched the pitiful Cultivation Techniques and supreme arts on his person; it seemed the only thing presentable, no, one should say the only thing squeezed out, was this Ink Qi Body; however, recalling the defensive and offensive power of the Ink Qi Body before, his confidence surged greatly.

The big yellow dog was even more direct; it squatted on the ground with its head raised, the white demon core rising and falling in its mouth, and with each exhalation and inhalation, layers of light halo gathered onto the light sphere.