Chapter 265: The Dream Seller

"Your Highness, I... I can cook," Zhong Ling said softly after a moment.

Zhao Ti chuckled helplessly and shook his head: "Is Miss Zhong hungry now?"

Zhong Ling said, "I am not hungry now. If Your Highness wishes to eat, Ling'er will go prepare it for Your Highness."

Zhao Ti said, "Not for the moment. The people in Changchun Valley said they have not seen Mu Wanqing; their words were firm, revealing no flaws, making it somewhat difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood."

Zhong Ling pondered, "I think within the valley"

the shadowed figure before him now possessed an inexplicably dark attribute, presenting a ferocity he had never seen before. Never mind... even cats extend their claws to scratch.

A colossal golden sword pierced Nanguo Peak without resistance; amidst a boom, the physical body exploded, and the golden giant sword, its momentum unabated, plowed a deep trench over a hundred li long through the Skyfire Desert.

Sun Wukong stood high in the sky and, before everyone's eyes, ate the bloody heart and liver.

As for physical techniques, even though Anma Yunzi was a genius in physical arts, he could not possibly be a match for the Immortal Arts Wooden Man.

Grandma got up, ran a few steps, immediately turned back, plucked two mushrooms to take along, and chased after them.

Even more unexpected was that, having gone this far, he had not dug up a single cent; instead, he had lost the money Lu Cheng had given him beforehand. Who could he appeal to for justice in this matter?

She was ruthless to her enemies, ruthless to her own people, ruthless to innocent commoners, and even to herself, she could bring herself to act.

If he did not personally subdue this Demon King of the Flood Dragon today, how could he explain himself to his disciples and their disciples upon returning?

I turned back to look at Nao Dan; Nao Dan also looked at me with a confused expression, made a face at me, the meaning of which was perfectly clear: he hadn't understood a single word either.

The Heavenly Tribulation seemed somewhat provoked by this ant; the third, thicker and brighter lightning tribulation arrived with a thunderous boom, and the massive Qinghong Sword was enveloped by lightning.

The one who reminded me was Li Sou, the one who pulled me was Ning Sui'er, and the one who created the danger was Huang Jiewen.

The next morning, after Zhou Anran was woken by the alarm clock, she buried her flushed face in the pillow for a long while before slowly climbing out of bed.

Even so, as time passed and Qin Hao continued to fall, Ao Guang felt that his Beast Soul power had been consumed until almost nothing remained.

After disembarking, Lin Huanzhi was already waiting for them at the bow. Seeing Liu Chengjin, Lin Huanzhi happily put his arm around his shoulder, intending to lead them to the courtyard he had found for them, and all the way there he told Liu Chengjin about recent happenings in Jingcheng.

Gu Er Sao's original intention was to praise Eldest Sister, but with Wang Shi's sarcastic twist, the tone of the words immediately changed.

Upon arriving at the coffee shop, Qin Xiangyun looked around; this top-tier patron had said they needed no contact information to find each other.

The requirements for internal force are: combining hardness and softness, adhering, sticking, connecting, and following; twisting, rotating, struggling, and wrapping; being solid, round, and lively; emphasizing waist power and explosive inch-force; it is, along with Tai Chi Fist and Xingyi Fist, one of the 'Internal Family Fists'.

While Ziyang was frowning with a gloomy face and feeling anxious, he suddenly sensed Jiang Kun's presence, faint and indistinct, beginning to appear at the volcanic crater filled with dense Fire Yuan Power. At the same time, the magma pool began to bubble violently, making a gulu-gulu sound, as if the volcano were about to erupt again.

She was actually still a bit dizzy, even unable to recall how she had replied to him at that time.

The carriage turned, was covered again with oilcloth, and fell silent. In a short while, raindrops the size of soybeans smashed straight onto the muddy ground, and the air was filled with the damp, cold scent of earth.

After learning of his deep and perverted feelings for her, she was shocked and moved, but she would not fall deeply in love with him because of it.

Old Man Cheng was looking at the air vent; he was not roaring, but his teeth were continuously grinding. A dagger came straight at him, severing Old Man Cheng's neck; his head fell off, and Old Man Cheng's teeth, which had been grinding nonstop, stopped grinding as if a stop button had been pressed.