Chapter 977: The Baby-Making Plan; Theatrical Release

Only when returning to his hometown can Lin Nan most truly feel the existence of the phrase "time flies"; time is always moving forward, never once pausing its steps.

Yet in the capital, in the home belonging to the two of them, what belongs to him and Liu Yifei is another kind of beauty called "the quiet peace of years," with every little detail recorded one by one, right before their eyes.

Sure enough, between one generation and the next, there is not only a generation gap but also a "time difference."

In Lin Nan's eyes, looking back

In the Prince's mansion, on the way back to the capital after Wang Baobao's father brought his precious son home, Wang Baobao began to fall into a coma, spitting blood from time to time. After arriving at the mansion, even the best physicians could not determine the cause. At that time, the Cold Ice Qi melted, shattering his internal organs, and he breathed his last before dawn.

Tie Kuangtu's expression changed drastically, yet he was certain that he had not detected any traces of anyone coming earlier. Although he was busy killing Tie Shen, it was impossible for someone to have come without him knowing. There was no one on Iron Heart Island who could rival him, yet the Heaven Sin had truly vanished.

"Distinguished guest, welcome to the Plane Shop. Is there anything I can help you with?" Bai Yu revealed a smile, like warm sunshine.

And this was merely the first strike of the Extreme Phoenix Sword, yet it severed one of White Ghost's arms. By all logic, such a terrifying killing move would place a great burden on the user, but Mo Luoxue immediately unleashed a second strike after the first.

Even though Komeiji Satori had recovered the memories of the Master of the Earth Spirit Palace, this communication skill, learned under the forced supervision of Xia Yan, would not disappear.

When the people of Yu County saw that the power of faith generated by their near-manic incense burning and worship could not even reach the lowest standard of protection, they could not help but have red eyes.

Moreover, Xia Yan, who had just obtained the divine artifact 'Holy Grail,' was somewhat tempted by that 'Disk of Barbs.'

Zhao Guoming could not help but say a word, then immediately gave a bitter smile; why was he competing with a young person? Better to get back to work.

Ying Zheng had originally dispatched several scouts to gather information, and at first, they had returned to report. However, in the latter period, the scouts sent out never returned one by one. Ying Zheng sensed an unusual aura, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Four wine glasses clinked together, signifying that the future superstar, Lin Feng's university life, had come to an end.

Wu Youyou was holding an umbrella with one hand, and then, not knowing how, she touched the hang-up button on her phone.

After entering the main gate, Hui Xin looked at the dozen or so people kneeling on the ground in the courtyard, feeling as if she had seen them somewhere before.

Mongke laughed heartily, feeling that he was truly too clever, to have even thought of such an idea of diverting the disaster.

Tang Seng rode the White Dragon Horse, taking the lead in front. This was a flat plain, and if there were any danger, it could be seen from afar, so there was no need to worry.

She had said that if she were lucky enough to survive in Black Pig Prison, then her life from then on would belong to Chen Dazhi.

Two vampires tracked toward the position previously captured by the aura tracker. Along the way, they did not encounter a single zombie or mutant beast, and they immediately knew they were getting closer and closer to their target.

She was a person who had lived two lives; there had been times when she was tortured by illness to the point of wishing for death, and there was nothing more important than living well.

The monks no longer crossed the boundary, thinking that since the Tathagata had bestowed Buddhist names upon Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang, he would certainly teach them extraordinary Buddhist Dharma.

In the future space-time, when he met Yang Mengmeng, her strength must have come from that master of hers who had never met Chen Dazhi.

"Destiny points to me; the Imperial Art should belong to this young master! Hahaha!" Ming Kai, holding victory in his grasp, could not help but laugh out loud.

Wu Yingzi's eyelids twitched, and before he could react, more than ten Lin Xins slowly walked out from behind him.