Chapter 207: Who Says This Prince Is No Good? This Prince Is Absolutely Wonderful!

"Refine a person?"

Those two words left the Prince and the troupe leader utterly dumbfounded.

They simply couldn't grasp what he meant.

How, then, is one to refine a person?

Seeing their puzzled looks, Wu Wang spoke at length: "Refining a person is, of course, just like refining a pill."

"It means drawing out more efficacy from the person being refined, allowing their abilities in every aspect to be enhanced."

"The most crucial point is—let him"

Through countless sleepless nights on the frontier, he had always believed he had carved her features deep into his heart; he told himself he would protect her for a lifetime, but now, face to face, he realized the protection he had imagined was never enough—he wanted to possess her, to stand openly at her side.

He didn't expect himself to leap straight to level 200 like Bakal Bloodhoof, becoming a demigod who could even look down on the entire continent; that would plainly destroy the game's balance, and no matter how brain-dead the designers were, they wouldn't design such a perverted reward for players.

Real Madrid fans are rather proud, and it's hard for them to produce a suffocating roar from start to finish.

It can be said that this stretch of road—without Lin You clearing the way ahead, eighty percent of the people would have died.

Finally, UEFA president Platini and European Sports Magazines Alliance president Hotschu were invited onto the stage; Platini announced that Iniesta had won the 2012 European Best Player award, and European Sports Magazines Alliance president Hotschu was responsible for presenting the trophy.

Zhou Ji paused, his expression shifting uncertainly, as if wrestling with some difficult choice. At last, he clenched his jaw, a flash of resolve in his eyes. He took one last look toward the great tent, then walked straight toward a certain spot in the military camp.

The Yun family ruthlessly released the information they had uncovered; this time it was the Xu family's turn to have a headache.

Qin Yun kept a composed face on the surface, but couldn't help sighing inwardly. It was fortunate that with Guo Ju around, the Six Doors had been able to survive by sheer luck, never swallowed up by organizations like the Eastern Depot, Western Depot, or Dragon-Protecting Villa, and had always retained its most core, elite strength.

"Let me ask you—where did you find this Qu?" Jiang Huanzhang pressed on, as if he hadn't heard Li Tong's words.

As the medicinal power took effect, in less than the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Qi Tian only felt his whole body at ease, his sinews and bones restored, the injured five viscera and six bowels within him healing at a startling speed.

In the future she would meet Li Jin'an again; if he couldn't recognize her, how would he know she was living happily with the Emperor?

Jiang Yurong propped her chin on one hand, while the other reached into the vat to stir the water, occasionally brushing the smooth scales of the young fish.

This was where I'd matched wits with Fu Biao before, but at this moment the place looked like it was hosting a party.

The TV drama gave the Duke of Baisa a promotional push, and also mentioned the Imperial clothing brand—the main goal being to make a name for Imperial clothing.

Since Chen Cheng had gone to investigate the antique-shop owner for me, these past few days I had been personally presiding over the hall.

This carp's fins looked more flowing than those of an ordinary carp; its head was silver-white, its tail golden, and the scales in between had a gradient of gold running from head to tail.

Moreover, Wei Hexue had lived at home for several years; his temperament, character, and abilities, as well as his love and care for Qing Nuan, she had seen it all with her own eyes.

In his mind he would always think of her faint, dimpled smile, always recall her rosy lips.

"Mom~" Si Yan wanted to say more, but glancing at the few people in the living room with their varied expressions, she could only shut her mouth and carry the tea out.

Song Guiqi sighed, as if she had long anticipated this outcome. Once that suspicion had sprouted in Chen Zhao's heart, the ending was already sealed.

As the words fell, a giant infant suddenly appeared out of thin air in his mind; a large hand pointed at his soul, then beckoned. Accompanied by Old Brother Hu's roar, between his thick, fleshy hands a flame suddenly appeared, pressing against him from above and below, setting the entire soul ablaze.