Chapter 189: Shaoyang Sword, The Saint is Not Benevolent

Accompanied by a loud shout, the great seal cast by Zeng Xiu exploded, turning into countless blood mists that shrouded the head of the giant red snake.

He had rehearsed this sentence countless times in his heart. In his imagination, he should have confessed to Tan Yu in a place where flowers were blooming, and he would have used the most romantic way to express his love for Tan Yu, not as simple as it was today.

Jiang Lili wiped it messily with the fine ramie cloth in her hand. She was a bit annoyed that there was no electricity in this era; if she could use a hair dryer, it would be so convenient.

Barrages of arguments were mixed into the barrages of questioning. For a time, the comment section seemed to have turned into a vegetable market, with everyone talking about their own things, a mess.

Logically speaking, after a flood, there would definitely be bandits taking advantage of the fire to loot, but the county town was very quiet.

Gao Yun certainly didn't need to fight her younger brother for a few meat bones. While putting the meat bones in the bowl back into Gao Tianyang's bowl, she continued to explain reluctantly.

"Alright then..." Gao Tianyang was actually a bit disappointed. After all, in his view, the private plot was still very important. When food was scarce in the past two years, it was all thanks to the pumpkins and sweet potatoes grown in the private plot that they could survive. It was no exaggeration to call them two life-saving plots.

Seeing this, he glanced at Frank and then poured out all the white flour in the box.

Just at this moment, a figure flashed out from behind Peony, and the long sword in his hand waved, turning into a sword light that met Lu Zhengxiong's blade aura.

And it was in the same position, dodging the baseball bat that swept toward his head again with a low crouch.

Liu Shi Yan leaned softly against Fang Yu's arm, her skin as smooth as grease fully revealed before his eyes through the hollow gauze dress.

Although several days had passed since the incident, Thor still looked at Li Cha with an ugly expression.

Such reforms were unheard of for the Northern Song Dynasty. At first, everyone held an attitude of curiosity and joined in the fun, trying it out.

Damn it, I originally thought this boxing champion was a pretty good mentor, but it seems he's a pitfall.

Among the guests who came back to their senses, someone didn't know who started to chuckle, and then a burst of laughter sounded around.

This was a problem. Zeman's highly aggressive tactical arrangement was very popular with fans, and at the same time, it was also popular with the players on the team. Young people don't like sluggish defense; it's normal to like being active on the offensive end.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and even the infant corpse and corpse-raiser who were a bit proud just now were silently looking at him.

He and Kaka were hailed as the best young talents in Serie A. This year was not a World Cup year, and if there were no accidents, the Champions League would be the battlefield for the two of them to decide the Golden Ball winner and the World Footballer of the Year.

Di Luka subconsciously glanced at Li Cha. Li Cha cooperated very well by releasing divine power in his hand. Slude's smile froze on his face; the guy in front of him possessed both divine power and shadow, two opposite attributes, in his body.

"Brother Ding, I don't know what Liu has done to make you hold my wife and children hostage and kill my disciples. Liu has already washed his hands of the business. What do you want?" Liu Zhengfeng looked at Ding Mian.

Swept by such eyes, Zuo Liuxuan felt his soul being swept away, and even the left hand supporting the back of the sofa almost couldn't hold on.

Except for not having a mage, this configuration was the most common mercenary configuration in the three thousand planes. In other planes, mages were always a superior profession. Of course, there were also strange places like the Goya Continent and places like Earth that had just been developed, where warriors and mages were foolishly indistinguishable.

When they were a hundred miles away from Gaochang, they ran out of food. Seven days before the food ran out, the Left Third Minister sent fifty people to Gaochang to report to the Changping Protectorate, requesting the Changping Protectorate to send people with food to support them.

Besides, she didn't see Zuo Liuxuan call the police. Why did Zuo Liuxuan say that the police were also waiting?

Listening to the comments of the people around, Zhou Chunfeng suddenly felt a bit of curiosity about this Bi Sheng. If it were about age, he seemed to be older than Bi Sheng. Should Bi Sheng call him brother?

It turned out that these thirty people were all protecting Wang Tiezhu, blocking most of the long spears for him. Coupled with Wang Tiezhu's extremely strong physique, he could lie dormant in the pile of corpses without making a sound even after being stabbed by three long spears.

Then he had to endure the smell of durian no matter how much he couldn't stand it. I wonder what it will be like then?

Due to the powerful enhancement effect of dragon blood on his body, Zhou Chunfeng was able to resist Zhang Kang's offensive with his body alone without relying on the Nine-Turn Universe Sword. He believed that even a Profound Pill Realm cultivator might not be able to do this.

Besides, Sect Master Baili met with Mu Prefect according to the plan in Xingcheng, and then they traveled together to the Southern Border to take back Baili Liangge's child.

Tanjiro was exhausted and fell directly to the ground. At the same time, the 8 Gates of Hidden Armor just now really made him very tired. He felt as if his bones were about to fall apart, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

After listening to Han Xue's words, Yangyang finally nodded. Han Xue was already asleep before she reached the room while holding her.

"Then what's the point of playing?" Stinky Lung threw the Three Lives Stone on the ground angrily, his expression miserable. His previous thoughts were completely overturned, and for a moment, he felt lost.

Xiaoming waved his hand and didn't say anything. If it happened again, he would definitely not help. Daring to hurt Aisha, it was good enough that he didn't kill her; sympathy was impossible.

Seeing that I couldn't be stopped, and I also understood the danger of that place—didn't I say that the resentment there was soaring to the heavens? —everyone looked at me eagerly, as if seeing off a general who was going to kill the enemy alone. This feeling suddenly reminded me of a poem: The wind is bleak, the Yi River is cold, the brave man goes once and never returns. ===== CHAPTER 190 =====