Chapter 190 I Only Like Wenni

Just as Fang Zhiyin was on the verge of suffocating, thankfully, Ximen arrived.

Ximen walked in and asked, "Why did you call me?"

Zhou Jingyi explained, "Take Wenni back home."

Ximen wore a speechless expression.

Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Can't she take a taxi?"

Wenni shrugged her shoulders and said, "I said the same thing, but Zhou Jingyi won't let me go alone."

Han Lang wore a peculiar expression, never expecting that this scumbag turned out to be the grandson of that old scumbag He Qingxian; what a coincidence.

Hearing this, Yan Qing's brows instantly relaxed. Having naturally heard of Han Lang's past exploits, he felt relieved, knowing that Han Lang had his own plans.

With room for future growth, coupled with this Xuanxin Flower, Ling Tian's cultivation surged forward by leaps and bounds directly.

Then you would see, at the city gates of Black Rock City, a novice summoner and a warrior shouting at the top of their lungs to sell their wares.

However, they did not expect that just as they were about to deal a fatal blow to the Lu brothers, others from Yicheng would also arrive.

The upper part bore the three characters Mo Feiyu written in gilded gold, while the reverse side featured the emblem of the Tianchen Sect—the Big Dipper.

The process of alchemy appeared quite tedious to outsiders, and quite a few people were somewhat disappointed when they saw Puppet Pupil not getting into a conflict with the Medicine Sage Wang.

The Chaotic Bloodline was extremely unusual, comparable to top-tier divine beasts, and perhaps even surpassing them. Even if it fell slightly short of a super divine beast, the gap would not be significant.

The Marsh Salamander King was massive in size, but I refused to give up and finally found the other two spoils of war beneath its tail.

"Hmph!" Cong Yi smiled disdainfully, extending his hand, and the Profound Purity Heaven Ruler that had fallen to the ground automatically flew back into his grasp.

Without any hesitation, the butler and the two men dropped heavily onto one knee, shouting aloud, "We swear to live and die together with Helian!"

It was not that Yue Longtian feared these underground forces of the capital; rather, he felt that he was merely a passerby in the capital and preferred to minimize trouble wherever possible.

This manor was not the private residence of some imperial relatives or wealthy nobles, but rather the home of one of the five prestigious academies renowned across the continent—Qingshui Academy.

Meanwhile, the Grim Reapers of the four-way streets were all staring fixedly at Deidara and Wu, or more precisely, at the attire they wore.

Seeing Helian Long let out a long breath of stale air, Gongsun's heart finally settled back into his chest. Without even waiting for Helian Long to rest, he eagerly began asking about how he felt at that moment.

While they were talking and laughing, the telephone on the desk rang. Kuang Shijie murmured an apology, walked over to answer it, furrowed his brows upon listening, and then said he understood before hanging up.

Seeing him make such a feeble and powerless attempt, some chuckled quietly to themselves, remarking that the arrow probably wouldn't even reach the mouth of the pot. However, unpredictable are the ways of the world; although Chu Xuhua appeared weak, his aim was remarkably precise, and the arrow dropped straight into the pot's mouth without the slightest deviation.

Practical deduction class was a specialized practical reasoning course, one of the signature programs of the Divine Academy, resembling more of a massacre game.

Now they had discovered a story far more valuable than a celebrity's secret romance. Zhen Wanting's association with Zhen Zidan might not be fully clear to Yue Longtian, but media reporters had already investigated it thoroughly.

The formation Xu Fan adopted was weak on the outside and strong on the inside. The outermost people were all in the initial stages of Qi Gathering. Xia Tian's mind stirred, and suddenly exerting force, he instantly sucked the five or six disciples from the perimeter right into the formation.

It showed no mercy, its pupils filled with coldness, as if everything that had just happened had completely enraged it.

Although compared to the workers' dormitories of other factories, the dormitory of their current factory was not particularly crowded.

Previously it was only a legend, but now to witness it in person was unexpected. Moreover, the flying daggers were actually handed over to Ye Fei, who possessed such exceptional mastery.

Thinking this, they immediately looked up, following the direction indicated by the three-headed dog ghost cultivator, and felt another chill in their hearts.

"So this is the King of Hell." The Great Elder's brows twitched violently, beads of cold sweat rolling down his cheeks. The more he interacted with the King of Hell, the more he realized how unfathomable the man was and just how powerful he truly might be.

Now that Yihan had once again displayed such exquisite methods, everyone felt as if they had just been deeply confounded by fate. How could Yihan possess so many techniques, and every single one of them extraordinary?

Yet, this scene in Zi'er's eyes seemed to transform into an affectionate exchange of glances and deep tenderness between the two.

"Not good!" Yu Guang shouted inwardly, realizing he had fallen into Lin Chuan's trap. The spiritual energy within his body surged rapidly, forming a spiritual barrier in front of him. However, this barrier was not a defensive spell, but merely simple spiritual energy manipulation, and its defensive capability could never reach the level of actual spellcraft.

This night was exceptionally quiet, so quiet that not a single sound stirred, not even the chirping of insects. Kindaichi stood on tiptoe several times to peer into the inner room, only to find a realm of absolute deathly stillness.

The red-haired man wore a grave expression; formidable though his strength was, he dared not claim he could handle such a vast horde of sand demons.

Such acting skills left Lu Yaoyao dumbfounded; she didn't yield to anyone, but she had to hand it to Dai Yuting. With acting like this, she could turn black into white without anyone ever noticing.

However, after a brief consideration, he decided against telling Xue Qinghe about Zhao Xuan's age. Regardless of whether Xue Qinghe would believe it, rashly leaking some of Zhao Xuan's information and thereby offending him would do more harm than good.

A familiar aura transmitted through spiritual sense, and Lin Qing looked up to see Zheng Qiu holding a folding fan, chatting and laughing with several people beside him. Meeting Lin Qing's gaze, Zheng Qiu nodded slightly in greeting.

Sure enough, alongside the enhancement of his own strength, these "salted fish" had finally come to realize the gap between themselves and him.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Sha's ferocious expression slowly receded, but his voice remained as bone-chilling as the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month—evidently harboring thoughts of his murdered nephew.

Jos held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, giving off the dashing air of a medieval knight, looking somewhat more handsome than his previous appearance of carrying a giant saber on his shoulder.

These items looked entirely ordinary, and with Lin Qing's current vision and experience, he was completely unable to discern their purposes, leaving him to furrow his brows and try his best to categorize them.

Jos's brows furrowed, yet his face did not display any panic or subservience; instead, it revealed an expression even more furious than that of Connors.

Song Chen did not say much else, opening the package to pull out the clothes inside for a look. It was still a very pretty piece of clothing.

For Que, Lily of the Valley was an irreplaceable existence, so it didn't matter if their cover was blown now—they just needed to eliminate them.

"Eh, Mina, why did you come to school?" At that moment, Yu Linglong walked up to Ji Mina and asked with a puzzled expression. She was well aware that Ji Mina always feigned illness on this exact day.