Chapter 207: 201 Impact (5k)

Yu Xing did not return home for the night.

This is not normal.

As an employee who cares about the company boss, and also as a cousin, Chu Zhiguang called Yu Xing's phone five times in a row in the early morning before getting through.

Immediately, he received a concise answer—"Meeting."

Chu Zhiguang set his mind at ease; busy is busy, as long as the person is fine.

However, the next night, he didn't wait for his cousin's return again.

This time, without needing to make a call, Yu Xing sent a text message to notify—

In the gap between Huang Hongyi and Zhang Yang's conversation, Lu Jinxiu sent a text message to Zhao Wuji, and after thinking about it, she sent another message to Chen Feng.

Moreover, Qin Muyang's understanding of every martial arts realm had already reached the level of the Realm of Intent.

Mo Chen moved his figure, quietly appearing in front of Yi Huainan, which made Yi Huainan's pupils widen and his face turn pale.

Looking at her appearance, she seemed extremely miserable, with even one shoe missing, and the dress on her body was even dirtier and more tattered.

"Hu Jinjin, do you think you're very ugly? Why do you always keep your head down?" Jian Mo didn't answer Su Guoqiang's question; she tapped the table rhythmically with her fingers.

The painters on the side were also used to cooperating with the Qi family, so they didn't even ask. After Qi Chen handed over the portrait, these painters began to copy it according to the portrait.

Even because Yang Silang and Yang Wulang had a good relationship, in order to let Yang Qilang know what it meant for a brother's dignity to be inviolable, they always joined forces to discipline him.

"If your eldest uncle had been born in the era of the Nine Ancestors, it is very likely that he would have been another Ancestor-level figure." Li Blind added.

Eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the direction from which the monster was rushing, he stepped forward very steadily, one step after another.

There are water purification facilities, and a house with "Hospital" written on it; it seems there are doctors inside.

Saying this, Mu Bai also pointed to himself, meaning that so many people want to kill him now, and once he goes out, he will be a living target.

Hearing this, the anxiety in Park Yin-hyuk's heart grew greater and greater. Sure enough, there was still something he had to do, right?

Seeing this Li Yifeng being active and familiar, Zhao Xin smiled in his heart and didn't refuse his enthusiasm anymore.

At this moment, Zhao Xin had previously released cells to investigate the situation in Harbor City, and just now released a light ball, already feeling exhausted. He forced himself to keep his spirits up.

Iron Wood Star was right in front of them. Not just Mu Bai, but everyone else looked over through the window, their expressions slightly solemn.

She had always felt that her talent was actually not bad; the reason it was like that was because the spiritual energy of this world was thin.

For example, now, Li He cast a spell, using a mental power supernatural ability he had recently developed on the Heavenly Slave.

Facing more ordinary suffering masses, and his own not-so-brilliant intelligence, there are always some who clearly have no ability but always want to take a shortcut and be overbearing.

Among them, there are sixteen martial artists in the Immortal Realm, the highest being one at the ninth level of the Immortal Realm, followed by one at the eighth level of the Immortal Realm. As for the other members of the Demon Race, their strength is all at the fifth level of the Immortal Realm and below.

The Demon Body's eyes narrowed, his figure flashed, avoiding one blade light after another, and then his sword fingers condensed energy. With a *clang*, he hard-received the silver blade light.

He was also thinking about when he would have the opportunity to go to the deserts and Gobi beaches in Xinjiang and Qinghai to get some meteorites to compress into it and see the effect. He felt that with his current cultivation and the degree of body refinement, he could still handle holding something weighing five or six tons.

Hongli himself was also a bit tipsy. Although his steps were already a bit unsteady, he was still clear-headed. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Nalan's body already beginning to sway, and finally, she fell straight back behind the bed. Hongli gave a start, and by the time he ran to the bedside, Nalan had already fallen heavily onto the quilt.

The groom lifted her wedding dress. Ling Yan raised her eyes and saw her husband lowering his head to kiss her gently. ===== CHAPTER 208 =====