Chapter 169: Golden Eagle Festival

"So... he... he was actually quite successful this time?"

"Is it good or bad?"

Jin Zhao uttered a golden rule: "If it can be praised, it is good."

Mother Jin was enlightened.

"However."

Jin Zhao frowned, feeling a bit regretful: "It was still lacking a little bit in the end."

Mother Jin found it amusing: "It has nothing to do with you, why are you in such a rush?"

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Jin Zhao was displeased: "I just find it a pity, and also... that song of his"

The person who said this was named Sun Miao, a talent unearthed not long ago by Cha Xiangzi; besides having a sharp tongue, his style of conduct was very much to the liking of Tang Rao and the others.

Cecil didn't take these words too much to heart; while what was said was true, in the desperate situation of the Dawn Temple, such temptation from the opponent was hard to refuse. In fact, if not for Tiberon's rescue, he would have already died in the Dawn Temple by now.

Long Ye once again voiced his confusion; the Grand Historian Spirit Dragon was clearly being evasive, and Long Ye was born with obsessive-compulsive disorder, very much wanting to know what exactly was so different about that Bai He that it shocked the former so much, and even made him blush, damn it.

"If you want to eat, pick it yourself." Chen Qingdi shrank his neck, muttering while lowering his head to shovel rice into his mouth.

Bai Ge could not bear it; through her perspective, she saw this man who was usually indomitable and would bleed but never shed tears, actually reddening his eyes.

Deng Xian commanded the front line, and Liuli had sealed off the entire magical treasure space he was in; without strength above the late Earth Immortal stage, one could not pry into it.

This led to him feeling somewhat inferior in his heart; sometimes, even when he walked to the entrance of the companies he was interviewing at, he would withdraw early due to his own inferiority.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining one million divine power points!" Suo Luo immediately felt the system's voice was so pleasant, never tiring of hearing it.

However, Qin Xuan was much more upright than his father; he adamantly disagreed with Qin Ba's idea of doing good deeds, leaving Qin Ba with no way to proceed.

"Old Yu, I came to see you; I am sorry for what happened back then." Zhou An knelt before Yu Jian's grave, weeping.

"Isn't this what the boss put out? Saying that anyone who lays a hand on us shouldn't expect to leave the Yihong Pavilion alive, and the likes of Cao Minghua are no exception." Lan Xiang laughed.

"Very well." Nu Ya La He had Zhen Mu Er take the parchment, then read it carefully; there were no problems with the content.

Ma Lanling and Ma Jiancheng trembled; was this man a devil? He had a Brocade Guard by his side, yet he insisted on doing it himself.

The three fought to a fever pitch, when suddenly Xiang Wentian let out a loud cry, the soft whip in his hand fell to the ground, and his body involuntarily stumbled backward; he had been caught off guard and wounded by Dongfang Bubai.

After Ista finished speaking, he left with a smile on his face. However, poor Carolina was momentarily dazed, not expecting that she had actually sabotaged herself?

Boss Shen felt a thud in his heart; looking closely, he saw that inside this pitch-black piece of jadeite raw material, a flash of vivid green was actually showing through.

The original design intent of the Phalanx system was as a terminal anti-missile system. Since its birth, it was specifically for intercepting missiles, and later upgrading to hitting mechs was just an incidental matter. According to the program's settings, once the Phalanx radar detects an incoming enemy missile, it rapidly initiates interceptive fire.

As for who he saw, he didn't need to ask to know. Every time he talked to Qin Ming, he could already guess who was behind the other party from the tone of the conversation.

Moreover, they also absorbed the four-colored lightning contained within the lightning leaves into their own bodies.

The actions of the two at this moment had the rhythm of making a fake act real; although both were soldiers and their resolve was firm, they felt that if they continued to play around like this, a subtle backlash would occur for both sides.

"Good!" Ma Wenyuan nodded and took Jiang Chengtian and Ling Hui to the ward next door.