56 Sailing Warship
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"Crown Prince Li Xingchen? To meet you is indeed better than to hear of your fame. I am Jiuchongtian, please forgive my abrupt visit." Lao Jiu looked at Li Xingchen with a slight smile, speaking with effortless nonchalance.
Ignoring the curious glances of Ling Mei and Teacher Tang, Zete took out his phone and walked aside to make a call to Kazuki Mizunazuki.
"This... this must be a joke!" Sikou Mo pushed against the stone door, but it remained completely motionless, causing his once hopeful heart to plunge to the very bottom. With his back pressed against the door, Sikou Mo watched the approaching armored specters in a daze, waiting in blank despair for death to arrive.
As Nan He carried the two jars of wine on his way up to the rooftop, he tilted his head and pondered.
Nan He happened to turn her head back just in time to catch him withdrawing his gaze, the fierce glint in his eyes not yet fully retracted before their eyes locked in an instant.
With the moon high in the zenith, Di He came to a halt. He had originally intended to press on without stopping straight to Asakawa, but alas, Nan He's stomach chose that exact moment to rumble.
Surrounded by countless malevolent ghosts, Fang Tianmu was held by the head and forced to identify them one by one, yet not a single ghost dared to reveal its true face. Their terror was palpable to Fang Tianmu.
Bu Qianhuai hesitated for a moment, yet walked on as if nothing had happened, awaiting the start of the next match.
Everyone present saw it clearly. It appeared that it was not that courtyard which had triggered some trap to plunge the secret chamber into total darkness; rather, this pitch-black environment was something all passing examinees had to face.
The moment the friendly reminder vanished, Yu Zhen knew what had happened. He certainly did not believe he could survive if pounced upon by this ghost. Seeing its fierce momentum, he executed a carp roll and dodged to the side.
Seeing this, the other big men attempted to step forward to help, but Wang Chongyang immediately exerted force in his hand, causing the man to scream out in agony.
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Su Le had previously thought that when Li Shiyun came over here, she seemed to have something she desperately wanted to tell him.
Even though Long Zaitian was not a mortal but a dragon god, he was, after all, only the Dragon King of the Jing River, and his spiritual cultivation was not exceptionally high. If he were to seek out Li Shiyun in this manner, he feared he would be discovered by the guards before even catching a glimpse of Li Shiyun himself.
Right amidst their conversation, Zhao Minghui arrived with more than forty people at a clearing not far from the cave entrance. Both factions sensed the ill intent of the other, and for a moment, the atmosphere grew tense with swords drawn.
"Do you find it grand and majestic?" Thinking he was merely curious, Xiao Yun'er asked with a smile.
Crying and crying, he simply broke into loud, wailing sobs. Unable to dissuade him, Su Ruotong could only let him cry while she wiped away his tears herself.
"If this is the case, even if Cai Mao takes action against me, I will have no lingering concerns left." Liu Biao finally revealed a smile.
Therefore, after offering a cupped-fist salute to Liu Ye, Xu Huang planned to set off alone to find He Man and bring him before Liu Ye.
Luo Zhi led a grand and bustling welcoming motorcade. While Zheng Mei, draped entirely in gold and diamonds, naturally drew the public gaze, the Volkswagen dowry car was equally eye-catching. Numerous groomsmen and bridesmaids could not resist walking over to inspect and admire it with envy.
Cheng Pu had ultimately arrived a bit late. Facing the W-skill barrage from Dream Sun Linglong, Gongsun Zan, stripped of his R-skill, truly could not afford the punishment. One-third of his health pool failed to endure even two seconds; by the time Cheng Pu leaped out and unleashed his R-skill toward Dream Sun Linglong, Gongsun Zan had already been mowed down into a corpse.
Inside the game, having been dragged out for a full five minutes by Dragon Rising, Liu Feng was truly beginning to lose his patience. He typed in the chat:
Liu Biao was held in place by Meng Huo's ultimate skill, and Liu Feng only had time to shout a warning before the opposing Lü Bu and Guan Ping rushed over. Cao Jie immediately activated his Qilin Arm and E skill to strike directly at the approaching Lü Bu. The moment the Qilin Arm effect triggered, Lü Bu's movement speed instantly plummeted to a crawl.
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Hearing his mother's overbearing declarations, the person in question drooped his head. The battle lines were about to expand once again, fortunately stopping just at the limit.
Based on this alone, Duo Luo knew he had unfortunately and unwittingly entered the magic core of this flesh mountain.
The lights in the operating room suddenly went out, tightening everyone's hearts in an instant. This signified that a sentence was about to be passed on Ye Feng, though how long that sentence would be, no one knew.
Wei Feng smiled, having already decided on a destination in his mind. He drove swiftly along the coastal boulevard, the very end of which led to the Silver Beach coastline—a place where the boundless azure sea met soft, golden sands.
The gentle night breeze stirred her vibrant, fiery-red hair. Her figure beneath the tight black leather suit was breathtakingly curvaceous, the massive peaks on her chest protruding with extraordinary uprightness like towering mountain giants, while her slender waist gave way to a swaying, alluring, perfectly rounded posterior. She was none other than the Infernal Phoenix.
While chattering endlessly, Qiuju helped lift the bed curtains and hooked them onto the hooks on either side.
The combat effectiveness of these evil drow was fairly elite. Aside from the drow mages, most of the swordsmen hovered around levels five or six, but in front of Sally, they were nothing more than a side dish—and a rather lavish one at that.
The five-colored thunder radiance converged and then violently expanded outward. Wherever the five-colored thunder passed, everything was utterly consumed.
Xu Lang bounded forward and saw a bald monk with a sorrowful expression, weeping and wailing from time to time, while a dedicated funeral crew nearby was in the midst of collecting and burying the coffin.
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