Chapter 61: The Wandering Artist

Passing by the Little Bird Swimwear Shop, the buildings on both sides of the highway grew denser, giving off the feel of a Swiss town.
The scenery was breathtaking; towering mountain peaks were capped with a layer of snow, and a waterfall cascaded down like a gleaming white ribbon.
It really felt like a scenic area...
Emerging from the culvert, the rain had already stopped. The wooden structure beside the parking plaza, though weathered, showed no signs of corrosion by acid rain.
Could it be because this place was isolated separately as an instance dungeon?

The thunder dragon radiated lightning all over, reducing Tuoba Tuo's entire magical crystal armor to fine dust and revealing his true appearance. With a wave of Taixuan's hand, a fire dragon immediately surged forth, amplified by the power of his primordial spirit, and locked in combat with the thunder dragon. Heavenly lightning and earthly fire intertwined so rapidly that before the onlookers could even react, Tuoba Tuo was churned into ashes.

Antoine Griezmann made his first start for Atletico Madrid, and partnered alongside him was naturally Li Qingshan. This seemed to indicate that, in Simeone's mind, this was his ideal starting attacking combination.

Kan represented water, Dui represented marsh, Zhen represented thunder, and almost simultaneously, all the other trigrams were triggered, attempting to block Jian Chen, yet proving entirely futile.

The contents of the letter read as follows: The murderer did not kill for money, but after committing the murder, he took three hundred and forty-eight yuan in cash from the house.

The Holy Emperor Fuxi felt a surge of rage in his heart. It seemed the human race had been dormant for far too long, and many had forgotten how, back in the ancient times, humanity had carved out a bloody path through brambles and thorns.

"It's alright, I suppose," Feng Yufei replied perfunctorily. Such a lavish palace—heaven knows how much blood and sweat of the common people was extorted to build it.

Yet, you damn well used only forty percent of your strength to knock Li Yu flat? Isn't that showing off just a bit too much?

With an opportunity to replenish his own spiritual energy, Li You was not going to let it slip away. As long as he didn't kill the foreigner, anything went.
The remark just now had been a casual slip, and the other person had admitted to it. Mo Qiang had some understanding of this evil practice of consuming others' spiritual energy to strengthen oneself; that Li You, whom he had only met twice, was precisely that kind of person.
Therefore, which of them hadn't primped and preened in advance, dressing themselves up like delicate flowers, waiting for his favor?

Despite hearing the appraisal old man's confirmation that this pet egg was a rare treasure, Aotian simply refused to hatch it. Because he saw the anxious look on the old man's face—clearly wanting to goad him into hatching the pet egg—which meant the old man would have to cough up some benefits. After all, if you don't fleece an NPC's money, whose money are you going to take?

"What on earth are cultivation strength and potential?" Leiyu asked in bewilderment. He might understand combat power, but these concepts of cultivation strength and potential left him completely clueless.

Xue Shengying froze at the sound, looked toward the direction of the voice, and was stunned at a single glance. The newcomer was tall, heroic, and extraordinarily striking—none other than Zheng Lun, who should have been inside the room engaged in intimate pleasures.

Long Lie and the military strategist nodded, because Aotian's analysis was essentially identical to theirs.

When Shu Chi stepped out of the vehicle, she saw only three characters inscribed on the slightly aged building: "Hua Ye Ting".

Mu Yun had anticipated Sang Li's reaction all along. A slight curve formed at the corner of his lips, a smile of success after a crafty scheme. He hadn't expected this girl to be afraid of such a trick of his; it seemed he could try it out more often in the future.

The feeling of being stared at directly was extremely uncomfortable, and Su Ranhua shifted her gaze away, avoiding the young man's piercing eyes.

Meanwhile, Aotian, who had the attention of the entire world, was standing on a cherry blossom tree, shouting curses at the top of his lungs. Who the hell designed this Bridge of Helplessness? Just as Aotian was taking the very last step across the bridge, he suddenly found himself stepping into thin air.

"No, I won't log into the game for now. I need to enter the mortal world to cultivate," Aotian thought, losing interest in the game for the moment. In reality, he needed to find ways to elevate his strength rather than merely breaking through cultivation realms.

Acting immediately upon this thought, she found a relatively secluded inn called the Yue Lai Inn near the Nanque Gate, intending to settle everyone down first. Yin Lili and the others had no objections to Yan Zheng's arrangements; after all, Yan Zheng was the most familiar with this place, and furthermore, things handled by Yan Zheng were always reliable—following his lead was bound to be the right choice.