Chapter 896

"Good, then I hereby appoint you as the Historian of this dynasty to record the affairs of this dynasty!"

The Decayed Fairy paid great attention to a sense of ritual. When appointing Qing He, she referred to herself as "Zhen" (the imperial "I"). She transformed, wearing an imperial robe with herself embroidered on the front and the Eldest Senior Sister on the back.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Come, come, let's celebrate." Yun Mengmeng raised her glass and signaled. The Big Bean Dynasty had added another great general; it was truly a joyous and congratulatory occasion.

Yun Zhi hesitated whether she should raise her glass.

Lu Bo looked at Wesley. He looked exceptionally calm, truly very calm, without a trace of "chaos," only his bloodshot eyes betrayed his emotions.

As for the nervousness of getting married, she had already adjusted to it. The nervousness had been a matter of several days ago, especially after getting the certificate today; she felt very relaxed and had no nervous emotions at all.

Battle Group Mission: Reconquer the Myriad Worlds and find the Chaos Martial Embryo. The Battle Group will be upgraded to Level 24.

"Fine, I'll make do!" Zhang Fan slowly climbed off the bed, swayed to the side of the pot, and immediately drooled.

A series of prompts sounded. The aura on Han Yun's body grew stronger and stronger, and the smile on the corner of Han Yun's mouth became more and more joyful.

So he stepped forward, passed by Lin Feng's side, and bumped into him with his shoulder inadvertently. He looked back, and that glance was extremely cold.

However, the scene from that dream couldn't help but surface before her eyes again. She clearly remembered that in the dream, she was already the mother of a five-year-old child. That day, she sent her baby to kindergarten, only to find that she was being bullied by classmates because some classmates scolded her for not having a father.

Xuemu calmed down after a moment of silence because news of fatigue had already come from Maoyue Huihong's body. The Hidden Mist Technique released by Xuemu was no ordinary Hidden Mist Technique; he had fused his own perception into the mist, so he could clearly perceive the state of everyone within this mist formation.

Damn it, why is this guy Zhang Fan racing with him for no reason, and betting twenty million? Isn't this guy just having too much money to spend?

This Murong Yifang was the dignified leader of the Jade Dragon Gate, a hero of his time, with a fortune worth millions. The wine and dishes he prepared for his seventieth birthday were naturally of the highest quality.

However, since there were free materials provided, Qin Hao didn't want to miss this opportunity. Regardless of success or failure, for him, this was extremely valuable experience.

After all, he had never participated in such a banquet before, and such a high-end one at that; it felt awkward no matter what.

Gabriel moved his eyes away from the observation window of the kiln and nodded subconsciously. Suddenly realizing that Geng Lin was teasing him, he quickly shook his head again, continued to stare at the kiln, and ignored him.

Speaking of this, Ge Luoli trembled all over. I looked at Ge Luoli in disbelief, not knowing whether to approach or retreat. And it was at this moment that a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Ge Luoli's mouth, and the originally gentle, timid, and painful eyes instantly became evil and murderous.

"By doing this... are you trying to divide the Wind and Sentiment World?" When Xiao Chen appeared in the Wind and Sentiment World, I asked him.

Fu Jingwu looked blank, his dirty face like a stray cat. Just after asking, he vaguely felt something, and his heart thumped wildly.

After Bai Lang went down, Hu Da'er returned to his serious expression. "What do you think?" Hu Da'er asked everyone.

Looking at the sword shadows filling the sky, Li Ming was in despair. This move was unsolvable, and with his current strength, he couldn't break through it head-on. Was he going to die here?

"Damn it! Heavens! You pervert!" I roared hoarsely at the sky, but I found that my voice was so powerless.

The militia's only two mortars really played out some tricks today. They divided their firing positions very widely, as much as thirty or forty meters apart. After the first one fired, it immediately changed positions, then changed to another place to continue aiming, and after the second one started to change positions, it continued to fire the second round.