Chapter 75: Mary's Special Attention (Requesting First Orders!)

The cruise ship Mary has sailed across the great ocean for decades.

Every year, it hosts no fewer VIPs than today's number.

Ball after ball has been held.

Yet no one noticed that the female waitresses on the cruise ship never changed; their faces seemed frozen by time at their most beautiful moment.

Although to the outside world they were beauties capable of catching the eye, unforgettable even after a single glance.

But among those golden names from various industries

Finally, three months later, Zhao Jiuge had gained new insights into the fourth layer of the Profound Heaven Sword Art, Twilight Cloud, and his comprehension of this sword intent reached a new level; not only did its power increase greatly, but it also brought certain benefits to his cultivation of the later stages of the sword art.

The only remaining basic gap between him and Lian Yuan was the weapon, so at this moment Yun Xian intended to refine a weapon.

As the sun set, the battlefield resembled a sea of blood, with the intense atmosphere manifesting everywhere; Zhao Jiuge was still somewhat dazed, and Fu Hongling did not disturb him, after all, cultivation is like this, always involving life-and-death partings, and at such times Zhao Jiuge naturally needed to quiet himself.

She chattered on, completely unlike her former decisive and vigorous self. Su Jin felt warmth in his heart and smiled in response.

Deep within the Southern Barbarian Forest, the stars in the night sky were so clear, a point distinctly different from the Thirteen Provinces of Huaxia; moreover, the Southern Barbarian Forest at night lacked some of that dampness and gained a touch of coolness.

It turned out to be recruitment; Pan En had taken a liking to this student. A twenty-zhang domain is indeed good for a newcomer, but unfortunately, it still falls short of Xia Tian's minimum standard; Xia Tian's minimum requirement is a hundred-zhang domain! Su Lin shook his head, shot straight into the air, and returned to Thousand Dragon Mountain.

Seeing Du Ziping's supernatural power, Tianhua Zhenren felt even more admiration, thinking inwardly: "This junior brother Du Ziping has far too many tricks; his swordsmanship is godlike, he possesses the Heaven and Earth Blood Beast Transformation, and even this Spirit Eye supernatural power is so unique." Although he was a Nascent Soul cultivator and considered well-traveled, he did not know this technique, the Sun and Moon Demon Eye.

Su Jin did not let her make a promise because he also felt this work indeed had shortcomings and needed further improvement?

After Du Ziping's whistle sounded, an extremely mournful whistle also echoed from the depths of the cave. This whistle came from a stone grotto inside, where a black mist about three chi in diameter was constantly writhing. Occasionally, a ghostly figure swept past outside the cave; the black mist would extend a tentacle, drag it inside, and devour it.

Ke Yu thought that made sense. In the clashes within the Source Realm, the techniques and mental methods used were mostly of yellow quality.

"The city's purpose is to leave only Gamera and Red King, those ordinary monsters... then this anomalous power is well worth exploring its limits." Xiao Long pondered the possibilities within.

He slowly rose from the ground, then raised his hand to straighten his wide dragon robe, and immediately afterward adjusted the golden hair crown atop his head.

Lang Shaozhen, Wang Jin, Lu Guozhi, and other generals and aides also rushed hurriedly into their camp, then shouted orders for them to immediately ascend the city walls and stand guard, because the cannon fire outside the city had not ceased at all; at this very moment, even patrolling Han soldiers had been shot dead on the ramparts by cannonballs.

Lu Weiwei's complexion was a few shades rosier than before; although she could still barely summon power to use talisman arts, forcing herself to continue would inevitably lead to backlash.

He was so anxious his face turned red; his open mouth constantly panted with heavy breaths, yet he could not utter a single word.

Admitting one's own failure is absolutely not an easy thing, especially for Han Tingxuan; this would be no different from smashing his self-esteem onto the ground and trampling it ruthlessly.

The scattered rain on the branches was slowly swept away by the wind; Yin Zhaole's tightly closed long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his thin lips let out a soft hum as if pouting; gradually, the young man's deep pupils, still carrying a hazy sleepiness, were fully revealed in the depths of the demon wolf's eyes.