Chapter 143: 141. Petitioning the Gods for a Brush (7K, 1/1)

141. Petitioning the Gods for a Brush (7K, 1/1)

The crowd dug open the looted tunnel that had been sealed with earth and stones.

Xiao Zhenming took a rope, tied a candle to one end, and slowly lowered the lit candle into the pitch-black looted tunnel.

The situation inside the tomb beneath the looted tunnel was instead illuminated by the candlelight to appear even more profound and dark.

As soon as the flame entered the tomb, it abruptly extinguished within a few breaths.

The candle going out indicated that there was no oxygen circulation inside the tomb.

Among the three experienced

This was right at the entrance of their Huang family's territory! Their two bodyguards had been trampled by someone! That kick, to be precise, was a trampling on Huang Hongqing's own face, so how could he possibly let it go?

Zhao Yi's strength was not displayed, but Han Yue showed a move; since Han Yue had become a Dou Zun, how could Zhao Yi be any worse?

Had it not been for the existence of this elder, the Luo family probably would have found it difficult to control the "Spatial Wormhole" alone for so many years, after all, this piece of fat, oil-oozing meat was stared at with envy by countless people every day.

The emergence of the Bing Search brand has become a certainty; at the latest, it will go online globally by early next year. With Chu Ke's technology and the funds, manpower, and resources invested by Microsoft, no one can stop the emergence of the Bing Search brand.

Zi Yan could only imagine that her master's wife could be so close to a strange man and could not help but feel a sudden sense of alertness.

Just like that, Mo Ying finally had his own first team. As the saying goes, many drops make an ocean. A Ba belonged to the intermediate forces of the Mo Gang and had certain relationships with other hall masters; his direction would definitely have a certain influence on the choices of others.

A military green jacket covered a set of tight-fitting black low-cut T-shirts; right at the neckline was a deep gully, revealing a round half-sphere with a butterfly tattoo, and below was a pair of pure cotton loose casual bell-bottom pants that truly covered the shoes.

But those blood arrows, whose power was terrifyingly strong, seemed unwilling to let it go, chasing and sweeping over, even dragging Wang Chen into them.

The last lap was already more than half over; when turning the corner, Liu Xiaoxiao began to accelerate, and Zhou Ji beside her followed suit.

"Wahahaha, it is truly wonderful. Is there more? Pour another cup." Zhou Youcai finished the Luoshen wine in his cup and called out, smacking his lips.

... Amidst a strange silence, Ren Hao was the first to react. He picked up that piece of simulated skin, directly bundled up the thing on the ground, then casually tore off a large piece of plastic wrap, carefully and tightly wrapping it thoroughly. Only then did he let out a long sigh and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

These past few days he had been following Kang Xiangyun at Furong Zhai preparing for the 'private' school matters. Li Qian was not at home again, so he almost came to the back courtyard every two or three days just to ask Jiang Xian for his well-being.

"Hehe, finally waited for you, Demon-Ghost Body!" That monster drooled disgusting saliva at Luo Hongxuan.

Bai Feng looked around and scanned the cameras. She discovered that this corner was a blind spot with half a curtain. So she hid her right hand behind her back, and in the blink of an eye, brought out a bouquet of red plum blossoms blooming vigorously. The branches were vigorous, and the form was unrestrained. Before she even got close, Fang Yuanyuan smelled the intense fragrance, which was very moving.

Seeing this, the area outside the field was already filled with exclamations of shock, especially among many direct disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, whose faces instantly lost all color, their expressions filled with immense worry.

Even after successfully returning his serve, Carillo showed no surprise at all. Instead, he stepped forward to the landing point of the ball, and after the tennis ball touched the ground and bounced, he suddenly swung his racket, returning the ball.

Now that the opportunity had finally arrived, Jiang Fengyan was too happy to be depressed; how could he possibly hang his head in despair?

This mouthful of yin blood sprayed onto the face of this thing. With a "Jie" light cry, its head seemed to tilt backward, and the hand unbuttoning the clothes stopped. Seizing this opportunity, I sprayed another mouthful of blood water, and at the same time, used both arms to push up forcefully, shoving this thing off my body.