Chapter 187: Zhuge's Tragedy

"Ten seconds..."

Wu Wang silently memorized this number revealed by Wan Shitong.

His 【Soul-Burning Thread】 can only last ten seconds.

If she cannot escape during this time, the outcome of this battle can basically be locked in.

How can I prevent her from escaping?

It seems I still need to say some strange little flirtatious words.

"Zhuge Yue, I still have something I want to say to you..."

Bang—

Wu Wang

Instantly, the Wudang Sect's reception hall was packed to the brim; if this hall were not spacious enough, it probably could not have held so many people.

Night fell, and in the camp, apart from the crackling of the bonfire, there was no sound at all, simply terrifyingly quiet.

He still had a secret in his heart he wanted to tell Li Yongle, but with Huang Long present, he could not speak it out; his secret had a great deal to do with the other party.

The Miss's words were like opening a floodgate; the others, disregarding whether the person before them was the Emperor, excitedly recounted their own miserable pasts.

Prince Fu has his own palace, but its luxury is certainly incomparable to the Imperial City of Yingtian. Prince Fu, leveraging the maritime trade of Talisman, can be said to be very wealthy, yet he is not at all showy, which is enough to reveal his self-discipline and forbearance.

Bright morning sunlight spilled into the room; Qin Fan was woken by a need to urinate, and he opened his eyes in a daze, wanting to sit up from the soft bed.

Hearing Qin Fan's words, Cheng Wei did not hesitate for half a second; he knelt before Dong Wanrou with a thud.

If she were not following Ximen Kuang now, she would not even give the chance to speak to a maid like Qing'er.

"Rest first behind that mountain ahead. Alimu, send two brothers to scout the path and see what the situation is ahead," Ma Chengfeng commanded.

"What is it?" Suddenly, Rongrong was trimming the branches of a bush; seeing Xiang Yu approach, she put down the scissors and asked with narrowed eyes.

Hearing this, Dong Yunlei thought to himself: Do people called "Brother Long" all speak so logically?! Dong Yunlei withdrew his gaze, casually took out his phone, and called Tang Feng. Tang Feng asked no more questions and ordered them to release the person.

Tang Feng hung the Chinese-display pager on his belt, left the number for Gangzi, said hello and went out the door, then returned to the residence in the next courtyard to change into a set of clothes. In fact, Tang Feng had only three sets in total: one old-style classic black Adidas tracksuit, and then a navy blue and a grey-green camouflage training uniform.

Flipping through it all the way down, Xia Lan seemed to see Zhang Fei grow up step by step from just turning one day old, to two years old, three years old, five years old.

He Yuzhu, dressed in bright, fine clothes and carrying a huge pile of things in his hand, immediately caught their attention.

The "Eagle" watch is also an old brand; it was the first clock and watch manufacturing enterprise in the country and is currently the only domestic watch capable of breaking into the international high-end market.

Behind Cao Lin, the lead car was driven by Lao San and Lao Si, while Lao Taibao Lu Tong was in the third car.

Qin Jingru's brain was actually not dull; she also knew that if He Yuzhu did not agree, her matter with Ma Hua would indeed be difficult.

The style suddenly shifted from tense to sunny, beach, beauty. From one kind of thrill to another kind of thrill.

And Yin Feng's sword technique focused more on variation, star-like points, mainly thrusts or stabs, all piercing straight into the opponent's vital points, very ferocious, every move deadly.

Perhaps even if this Pixiu returned to its peak, under the protection of the Order Laws, she would definitely not be able to one-shot kill me. Let's do it; let her recover, and then I'll come back.

On the day she successfully won the World Martial Arts All-Around Championship, her grandfather quietly passed away in the hospital; this was a huge blow to her.

"Mom, can I go to work tomorrow?" Si Yan took the phone, suddenly remembered something important, and urgently asked.

Just as they were at a loss and helpless, a great lion demon beast appeared before their eyes. This demon beast, with an arrogant expression, exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, fuming the two of them to retreat hastily.