Chapter 251: Orphanage or Zoo?

After hearing Uncle Yu's words, the questions in my heart only grew rather than diminished. I asked him a few more questions, but Uncle Yu basically couldn't answer them, so in the end I had to let it go.

Han Mingyue couldn't help but chuckle softly. Who could have imagined that Mo Xiuyao, once the dream-lover of countless boudoirs, so unrestrained and carefree as if no tender feelings could ever bind him, would now be in such an anxious state. Thinking of herself again, Bright Moon Young Master lifted her gaze toward the distance, a graceful, serene smile curling at her lips, along with a light ease of release.

Seeing the two of them make up, and also to break the awkward atmosphere, I took out a cigarette, tossed one to Hong Kaiyuan, lit one for myself, took a drag, and then still raised my question about this pyramid.

Although neither Xiao Lingyu nor Jingxian believed it, they had no good reason to explain the matter either—they just found it very strange.

The first to jump out was not one of the ten great powers, but rather one of the other nine powers besides the Primordial Star Sect.

At the joy, Lin Han's eyes reddened without his caring in the slightest; his face was full of the delighted 'color' of a reunion long overdue.

The desert ahead is also rather famous on the Flying Feather Continent, called the Falling Stone Desert, named because stones are always falling from the sky within it. Of course, those stones are not meteorites falling from beyond the nine heavens, but rather rocks whipped up into the air by the desert's raging winds and dropped back down from on high.

"This wound of yours didn't damage the sinew or bone, it's not serious—don't get it wet and it'll be fine in a few days." Du Xiaoli said as she bandaged it.

He saw that the ground outside the palace was severely damaged; this place must have seen all manner of battles over the years, those pits and craters clearly left behind by combat.

And having lost the defense of the six Demon-Suppressing Immortal Pearls, the ferocious evil things of the Blood Oblivion Demon Formation and the blood-colored dharma seals posed a great threat to Xiao Lingyu. The Broken-Horn Golden Shield alone could not protect Xiao Lingyu thoroughly—blood-colored dharma seals kept blasting onto him.

These rare things aren't really that rare—don't think the ancients had never seen anything. In the Song dynasty, crocodiles were already common in places like Hunan and Hubei, including the rare panda.

The big fellow laughed, waved off the two people beside him, then draped one arm over my shoulder, pulling me in arm-in-arm. His hand was very heavy, with tremendous strength; this raw grip alone must rank among the top of anyone I've ever seen—his combat ability looked like it should be quite decent.

Their flesh, like melted ice cream, slumped to the ground, exposing ghastly white bones clinging with red, viscous fluid; in the air, besides the stench of rot, there was also a peculiar smell.

"With Qi Qian's words, you won't be able to keep up with her for a while, but you can privately communicate and learn more from Teacher Qi. The crew also has many veteran actors, and their acting is all very good.

Jiang Xuehe wasn't entirely willing, but there was nothing she could do—after all, now was not the time to tear faces with the Jiang family.

Tonight's meal was especially lavish: cornmeal steamed buns, a big bowl of pork stewed with potatoes, stir-fried napa cabbage, and a big bowl of pickled vegetables.

Faint Jin Guang trickled out from Fa Ming's body in scattered specks, merging into the surrounding expanse of gold.

Hearing this, Lu Ziming raised an eyebrow, feeling rather speechless. Peak of 8th rank—not impressive? Very impressive! In this mortal world, how many people could cultivate to 8th rank?

At this moment Jiang Xuehe was also leading her younger sisters out of the Gu household; before they had taken a few steps, a man recklessly rushed toward Gu Sixian.

Su Qiaoqiao's mind conjured up the scene of a modern psychiatric hospital, and she gave an involuntary shudder.

She noticed the magnetic field nearby was off—the evil ghosts below might not be able to be sent off at all, and there might even be a clue to an evil cultivator.

After You Tingrong finished speaking, she tightly wrapped her arms around Shan Yunxin's neck and threw herself into his embrace; she didn't even dare glance at his reaction before her face was already flushed crimson.

"Someone inside the meteorite's shadow is collecting…" The old man looked at the figure by the edge of the massive crater, a hint of Heavy tension on his face—anyone who could appear here at this moment was certainly no simple matter.

Sang Yun thought about it later: what "I had set my heart toward the bright moon"—wasn't it just some trivial bedroom matter that had caused the argument?

"Let's go, we'll pretend to leave first, then you all go somewhere farther away and wait for me." Xiang Yunsheng said, then turned and headed back in the original direction. The others nodded and followed him away from the place.

"Very delicious—I didn't expect you to have such amazing skill!" Qin Tianming exclaimed in admiration.

Sang Yun curled up on a park bench, mottled sunlight filtering through the leaves and scattering across her body.

The next day, Xia Fanxing rose early, went to the kitchen and made a fried egg for Nannan; the egg's surface gleamed with a golden sheen, looking very appetizing. She also took a sticky note and wrote on it.

The veteran disciples all exchanged glances, helplessness in each of their eyes—how many more such monstrous figures were there among this batch of new students?

Within the formation, Murong Yi and the others likewise felt utter despair; watching the dim Lei Ting crash down, their hearts all turned cold, and they slowly closed their eyes, awaiting the arrival of death.

Having finished speaking, before the audience could even react, Lin Ruofeng had already sprinted along the curved corridor all the way to the performance stage at the back.

"Alright, then Big Brother, you lead Senior Brother Tan and the others back first; I'll go help Brother Cao out." He Ming knew that right now Cao Mingxuan could really only talk to him. Although Cao was a policeman, the few people present truly didn't care about that status of his.