Chapter 106: Wu Dongmei Was Furious to the Point of Fainting! An Unknown Peril...
On the first page, Zhong Qing savored the fragrance that had spread from her lips, soft and sweet, intoxicating like aged wine, yet as mellow as honey. A numbing warmth swept through her whole body, and she smacked her lips in satisfaction.
After hearing the sound that came from Mu Yan, the Vermilion Bird was struck as though by a bolt of lightning; its sharp little chin dropped, and it shouted with all its might.
Gu Chen rushed to the tomb, first patting its fat little head with his hand, and said irritably.
Faced with Su Mingzhe’s spear energy blade, Tibbers instantly gauged its power in his mind. Then he revealed a self-assured smile, his figure still pressing forward without the slightest hesitation.
In an instant, her graceful and languid figure was already enveloped in the golden evening light, so brilliant, so dazzling, and so distant.
“Sister, you still haven’t told me why you know that uncle’s name?” As Jin Suyan spoke, she shook off her sister’s hand.
The seven men landed before Lei Li and the others, all of them looking startled. Clearly, they also knew Lei Li and his companions.
With a mocking laugh, a startling curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. He Qingfan raised his right hand in a sword-controlling gesture, sword energy coiling around his fingers, brimming with an impulse ready to erupt at any moment.
The clothing of both Gu Chen and Jun Hui was whipped wildly by the fierce wind, and their long hair, bound with ribbons, was also flying everywhere. The wind traces carried them from the outer edge of the tornado to its very center.
“Mr. Qi, regarding this point, I apologize to you on behalf of my younger sister.” Liao Yu knew well that in matters of etiquette, he could not be negligent, and this was also the lesson he had learned through years of struggle in the business world.
On another battlefield, Quan Fengtao faced off against the Poison Scorpion. He too was trapped within a poison formation, where venomous miasma spread endlessly. Green poisonous fog drifted on the wind. Quan Fengtao wrapped himself in true energy for protection and took an antidote pill as a precaution against the poison.
Imperial Consort Xiao used the drug with great caution, because she knew that Zihan practiced martial arts, and ordinary hypnotics would probably be detected by her. So she deliberately chose a colorless, odorless medicine that would only make Zihan feel fatigued, without causing any other unusual sensation.
On the second page, Guo Lingling said, “I’ll go take a look.” Her body instantly flew up above the clouds. Looking out as far as she could, she could only see rolling mountains, with red mist filling the land below them; nothing else could be seen.
Under Cheng Shaoxun’s coercion and inducements, Lu Beizhuo reluctantly said a few words as well. Perhaps he was truly unsuited to such polite, social talk, for in the end he himself blushed first, and Cheng Shaoxun laughed at him for it.
The ointment was called Noble Marquis Smells; it should have been a sweet osmanthus fragrance, but the emperor did not care at all, allowing her to mischievously smear the balm over both his hands.
Doggie was the code name the team members had given A Zhan, just as Lin Nuan’s code name was Big Boss and Li Muyang’s code name was Sissy Man.
She heard the clear voice of the young man say as much, and then she lifted her head and looked into his beautiful eyes.
“You and Xixi...” An Xin felt that it might be necessary to figure out their relationship, lest she make a fool of herself.
“Looks like I still have a long way to go?” Qing Feng took a deep breath and clenched his fist.
“At this hour, my mother should already be asleep.” Qiao Yan took hold of his arm, as though afraid he might leave.
The upper elf mage sneered a few times. “There is no need for that. She is already a pitiful one abandoned by the gods. The divine have shown mercy, pardoned you, and given you a chance, yet you cherish it so little... Behave yourself. Heh heh heh.” With that, he called to the nobles beside him and walked into the academy.
When Zhao Xuan descended in a streak of escape light onto the square before the mountain gate, several old players who knew him immediately spotted him and greeted him warmly. He nodded in acknowledgment.
Nan Gongduling used her chopsticks to stir the noodles. They looked perfectly normal, with no trace of any spell. She could only take a cautious gamble.
Under normal circumstances, he was no one knew how far from the First World; at most, he could sense that the First World existed somewhere far away, but he could not communicate with it, and even the Son of the First World was the same.
On the third page, after the two had agreed, they stepped directly onto the gravel road. The moment they set foot on it, both of them began circulating their soul power, constantly resisting the oppressive force of the path. In the blink of an eye, they had already traveled a hundred meters, yet their speed still did not slow.
“You must be wondering why I didn’t stop my brother when he beat Beibei.” Halfway along the road, Wei Chi Hong took the initiative to answer the question in Qiao Yan’s heart.
One night, because Zhou Tianlei knew very well what Rommel had done in history, he was deeply worried that this friend of his might do something irrational upon discovering the British forces were understrength. So, under the pretext of inspecting the German naval contingent in the Mediterranean, he came to Sicily in Italy.
This movement technique, born from the second stage of his bloodline advancement, could increase his escape speed by as much as tenfold. However, it consumed far too much spiritual power, and since he did not usually need to travel in haste, he had never used it. This time, in order to catch up to that nameless divine bird, he could think of no other method.
Hearing him say that, Song Zheng flew into a rage and immediately turned to leave. When he reached the doorway, Elder Zheng’s voice came from behind him: “There is some relation among the second, third, and fourth lines of the poem. Learn a little arithmetic, and it should not be too hard to guess.” Song Zheng paused but did not look back, striding out of the room.
Wang Yiyi chose not to rest within his divine ring, but continued onward. He was forcing himself onward; for the sake of cultivation, he had truly thrown caution to the winds.
Prince Ding, Zhu Cijiong, pulled aside the shabby coarse hemp robe, revealing beneath it a stinking dragon robe: “This was put on this prince by Father Emperor and Mother Empress. Inside is a royal robe. Is that not proof enough?” Along the way south, Zhu Cijiong had avoided the larger cities, traveling all the way south through the countryside.
Le Qi, seeing Mu Qingya’s expression from the side, was also happy for her and hurried together with Le Qin to bring over the prepared fruit and tea.
“Heh heh heh, young man, do you really think you still have such ability?” The old hag did not believe in the slightest that Qin Bin could still pose any threat to her, and she laughed very happily.