Chapter 183: Querying Background

After finishing the meal in a short while, A Zhu smiled and said, "Your Highness, I will take Miss Mu around for a stroll and have her choose a courtyard she likes to live in."

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing's face instantly turned red, and she said, "I, I still have some things left at the inn; it would be better to stay at the inn..."

A Zhu smiled gently and said, "How can you go back outside? Your Highness would not agree. I also wish to speak with Sister Wan'er. There are many houses at the back of the manor, all unoccupied. Sister Wan'er, come with me."

"Wei Hongqing, your purpose in bringing me here has been achieved. Speak now: how did you and those foreign experts plot against me?" Chu Yunlong withdrew his gaze and said to Wei Hongqing in a calm tone.

"Since you know it is Young Master Dao, you still dare to scheme against us? Have you grown tired of living?" Qin Dadan said in a cold voice.

Nineteen brothers and sisters gathered together, thinking of ways to make Grandpa notice them. Because near the palace, people were packed tight; if you wanted to squeeze in, there was no way, but if you wanted to leave, someone would immediately make way for you. No one was foolish! The closer to the palace, the safer.

Indeed, even the void itself would be shattered and collapsed by this fierce attack of Xue Qianjue.

Furthermore, after humans cultivate the Devouring Gold Art, their weight increases, their reactions slow, and their flight speed is much slower than cultivators of the same realm. These flaws are extremely fatal weaknesses for top-tier cultivators; therefore, no top-tier cultivator cultivates this Devouring Gold Art.

The entire Youyun Spring region was filled with constant deafening roars; the entire earth and space trembled uncontrollably. Even the other two regions of the Xiye Mystical Realm could feel this vibration at this moment, though not as intensely.

"A single coin can kill a hero, let alone me, who is not even a hero." Fang Xiao's lips moved slightly, and the words had already slipped out.

"Bring it on! Just let me see how powerful the so-called Tribulation Transcendence experts truly are." For his words, Ling Yuan simply ignored them and replied coldly with one sentence.

"Lord of the Netherworld, I am now one of the members of that envoy team." The Urban King also said with a smile.

Hundreds of cultivators swarmed up, like ants from an anthill pouring out in a mass; the scene was naturally incredibly shocking and terrifying. The faces of the densely packed cultivators were each filled with greed and sinister expressions.

Thinking of Long Xingtian, Shen Ping's hatred grew even stronger; he wished to drink his blood and strip his tendons.

Ye Fei sneered; he did not expect this big man to be so stubborn. No wonder he had been locked in a death struggle with Senior Sister for so many years.

"Do not panic. Let this Prime Minister test him first." Wang Chonghuan seemed to have thought of a good idea; he clapped his hands and summoned a servant, ordering him to go down and make preparations.

But the sword formation was different; to a certain extent, it counted as a killing formation. Every step beneath the feet was filled with danger; one wrong step could mean death on the spot.

She did not even know where she was now; who knew what sects existed in this world or when they recruited students.

"What? In our rural areas, children as old as Meixi already have two or three!" Another auntie added the final blow.

Although they belonged to the hawkish faction and wanted to oppose the government soldiers, Qin Ruoyu cared more about Li An's thoughts.

Only when they reached the main gate, seeing no further movement, did Li An have to accept it, put away his thoughts, and board the sedan chair.

Chu Yuan opened his mobile phone and saw that zombies had already appeared at the border; the situation was far from optimistic.

He called out to Jiang Chen entirely for Jiang Chen's own good. What happened afterward somewhat exceeded his imagination; the gesture Jiang Chen made pointing at him with his finger before leaving made his heart race with fear.

"If it tastes good, eat more, because I'm afraid this will be your last late-night meal." The waiter's smile on his face grew even stronger.

Seeing this, Uncle Cat the bald man rushed over wanting to help me. But that person blew a whistle, and the ghost floating in the air immediately drifted over, blocking Uncle Cat and the others. I knew that touching this thing meant certain death, so I shouted loudly for them to get away and rushed forward to push Uncle Cat aside.