Chapter 82: Self-Comfort (Please subscribe)

Four terrifying auras descended instantly, enveloping the four beasts including Xiaotianquan, like four towering mountains crushing down upon them.

Zhongwan was frightened by the murderous intent in her eyes and couldn't help but shrink into Mingjiutai's arms.

Maozhenhuang couldn't forget to gild his own lily at this moment; the identity of this cheap father before him was extraordinary starting today. No matter how poorly he fared in the future, the status of "adopted son" was his guarantee for eating and drinking well in the future.

Mingjiutai bent down and lowered his head, his thin, cool lips almost touching Zhongwan's face, as if they had touched but hadn't.

"Let's finish it all at once; dragging it out will take several days." Leige wiped his sweat messily, looking at the progress, and felt it was a bit slow.

Afterward, he placed the wooden box at his feet, then squatted down, cupped a handful of water, and washed the dust off his face clean.

Dabing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words were stifled back, and he nodded silently. Today, Liyiyan's escape was entirely his responsibility, but Young Master Shen didn't say a word of blame, which instead made him feel even more guilty and self-reproachful.

But the mountains were dead, the waters were severed, and the entire Dangmang was filled with endless resentment. Yet, when things reach an extreme, they must reverse, and the "reversal" must happen here, at the very root of Dangmang Mountain.

Inside the secret room, there were many sundries placed; besides the dharma altar, there were also some paper offerings, gold ingots, and underworld money.

To tell the truth, Yikai Shares hadn't been established for long; every position was filled, and they absolutely didn't keep idlers.

Zhichian struggled to get up and grabbed the water mirror. She reached into the water mirror, using her own power to search for Ziwu's soul. However, time and time again, her thick divine power merged into the water mirror like a stone sinking into the sea, with no news.

Her chin was gripped by the man's slender fingers, forcibly twisting her head to face him, meeting his eyes.

Majian had been acting low-key recently, and even his Prince Yu Mansion was quiet, without a sound. It was truly puzzling that he had finally come out, only to exchange such trivial words with Guohuai.

Heisiyu watched her expression, his eyes growing colder. He reached out, stroked her face, pinched her chin, and caressed her.

"Aren't you the same? The dashing Young Master Gu of the past has now also turned into a pool of stagnant water," Mozhanhua retorted without mercy. Back in Luojing, Guchangci was also a famous dashing talent, with a face like spring flowers and overflowing talent.

Only at this moment did Ziwu feel that Yuexia and Zhichian were actually very similar. They both looked so casual and at ease, but inside, they possessed persistent and strong hearts.

The Nine Heavens Reincarnation Bracelet, stained with blood, emitted a faint fluorescence, and a subtle connection appeared in her heart.

"Although the two of you have poor character, you aren't enough to cause disaster to the region, so I'll spare you this once!" Zhichian said, preempting Moyu.

They were just letting her perform, watching from afar as if they had already seen through their purpose.

The man on horseback raised his eyebrows; his willow-leaf eyes and the mole under his lip were particularly eye-catching. Clad in silver armor with a long saber at his waist, his whole body was filled with the murderous aura of one returning from the battlefield.

And this discovery shocked the entire Dragon Island. The Dragon Emperor was the first to take her as his closed-door disciple and betrothed her to his son; the title of Princess was truly deserved.

Linfei was the same at this moment; although the Purple Haze Heavenly Pattern Sword was retrieved, it was estimated that it could only exert one percent of its power.

"Dragon Head, this place is so scary. How about we leave first and come back to investigate what happened here after returning to Nanhuacheng to move the army?" Lvrou couldn't help but shiver as she looked at the surrounding environment, leaning slightly toward Wanglong in fear.

Because the red-clothed man's cultivation realm had reached a certain level, if exposed, he would look like a piece of fat meat and would easily be besieged and killed by the corresponding Heavenly Dao.

Songtianji clicked his tongue secretly; the ancient beasts here were too scary, often dozens of stories high, with thick skin and flesh, and ordinary spells were of no use to them.

That was, sealing the Bone Language Ancestral Vine's ability to speak and transmit sound, making it unable to bewitch Xiaorong.

After speaking, Linfeifei picked up Lanbo, opened her blue-red wings, and flew into the sky, disappearing from the eyes of Leienjiaer and Naer.

Under the cloak, the extremely serious face now revealed an incredibly ugly smile; although ugly, it showed he was truly happy at this moment.

Songtianji followed Anqier out of the forbidden area and ran toward the arena. Stepping into the space of the Menglan Continent, Songtianji found that it was easier to perceive the rules here than on Earth, with various power elements filling the heavens and earth. Here, he felt like a tiger with wings.

"As expected of a forging family, such divine weapons are emerging one after another!" Wanglong didn't dare to be negligent, focusing his attention on the confrontation.

"Get out!" Liudaniang had just said one sentence when she heard Longtianwei shout, and she retreated in fear.

He was a truly good person, counting as a dazzling star among the primitive natives, but his lack of confidence and dependency would eventually destroy him.

Huanan curled his lips in annoyance, but Zhaotiezhu's words made sense, so he couldn't keep prying.

Suranran finally forgave Suqinghan, and after comforting him with a kiss on the face, her temper finally eased a bit.

It wasn't that he had any doubts about his senior brother, but in reality, he was afraid that someone would come to win over his senior brother to rejoin the Demon Sect.

The one speaking was Qiupengju; after all, having lived for several decades more in this world, his words naturally made everyone present convinced.

At least in Zhaotiezhu's view, whether it was his plans or schemes, they all looked so stupid, ridiculous, and vulnerable.

This was a great humiliation for the country and for Hankesi himself, but Hankesi had no way to deal with it at this moment.

Even a person with the best mind cannot wake someone who is pretending to be asleep; even the best doctor cannot cure someone who avoids medical treatment.

Seeing Wanxin take a bodyguard out, the smile on Luzhengyi's face gradually faded. He sat on the sofa, let the other bodyguard refill the water in the teapot, and also let Zhangyang sit down and pour him a cup.

And Fangjie in front seemed not to have heard Zhengrou's words, still calmly piloting the plane. Perhaps the sound of the plane's propeller was too loud, and Fangjie was also wearing communication equipment over her ears.

Therefore, the maids and servants in the Eastern Palace felt relieved and often told the new stories they heard to Nianyun, who was also very happy to hear them.

As the words fell, the Blood Evil General who spoke didn't care about anything else and dived directly into the water, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Longbing was a bit disappointed to hear that they were Japanese, because he had been waiting for the Blood Demon, and he had never put Chuan Yuemao in his eyes. ===== CHAPTER 83 =====