Chapter 62 Are you satisfied with my performance in that regard?

Seeing that his state today was truly unusual, Zhang Jingyan did not press the matter further.

She looked at Lu Tianyu and asked, "Did you run into some trouble?"

Lu Tianyu loosened his collar, lowered his head, and gave a dry laugh. "Is it that obvious?"

Zhang Jingyan pointed out bluntly, "Like a stray dog."

A chaotic tempest of magical energy erupted, centered around the two of them. Han Xu's hair whipped in the air, making him look like a demon god.

No matter what, with everyone watching, it was inconvenient for Rowling and Yang Qiaoer to run their mouths, nor did they want to make a fuss out of nothing in front of a crowd. Therefore, neither of them took up the conversation. Their only option was to wait for Jiang Ting to speak before figuring out a response.

Some nationalist die-hards still held prejudices, of course, but among the common people, most would feel that such an ugly child was truly pitiful and would serve him an extra half-bowl of rice.

Chu Cheng reached out and pulled the seat away, liberating the head that had been flattened almost like a pancake.

The writing on the front and back sheets of paper was no longer legible, so the fat man simply looked at the middle sheet.

Hun Yunzi abruptly raised a hand to cut off Dong Lai's words and began taking Ku Le's pulse. Aside from Gui Yi's faint sobs, not a sound was heard.

As if to intimidate him, the distorted face suddenly opened its mouth wide the moment Chu Cheng turned his head, blood-stained teeth bared.

At that moment, the bald-headed middle-aged man kneeling on the ground was utterly bewildered. His mind was blank, and he no longer had the capacity to think about anything else.

The surrounding people were stunned to see the old man and the young man acting like that before Shui Fengchen, all of them staring at him with looks of confusion and shock, having no idea what was happening.

Arriving all the way at Hanfeng Hall, a casual glance revealed quite a crowd already gathered there: General Yuchi Gong, General Niu Jinda, Duke Zheng, Prime Minister Fang, and the Duke of Zhao.

So it was obvious that both of them belonged to the hot-tempered type and would certainly never be chosen as team leaders.

The blade technique Zhang Lu practiced was merely the most basic one of the Brocade Guard. His greatest advantage was his profound inner strength, so he intended to suppress Wang Xiaowei directly with sheer internal energy.

Astana sat alone in the empty underground. She was silent for a moment, then cast her gaze toward the city.

Chen Ji's gaze descended upon the continent. In an instant, he saw countless ruined and desolate castles, villages, and towns, and saw countless sleeping descendants of evil gods awakened by this beam of light, letting out roaring cries one after another.

The man was Tom, and Tom was looking out the window at the boundless fields, watching the black slaves working diligently in the fields.

After hurriedly bidding farewell to Zhou Wan, Chen Ji, who had been at work, returned to her spacious flat, his consciousness descending upon the Divine Grace Continent.

Perhaps to outsiders he looked like an absolute bumpkin, but in Li Yuan's eyes, there was not the slightest disrespect; instead, he felt this was precisely the rustic and genuine charm a youth ought to possess.

Seeing that Zhang Lu agreed, Mo Congrong was exceedingly happy. Of course, he still had a matter weighing on his mind: his brother Mo Danding had always had a poor relationship with Zhang Lu.

Summoned by an ancient senior in the Terrestrial Immortal realm, the sword leaped from its scabbard with a clear ring, soared into the sky to circle and dance, and upon returning to its sheath, it seemed to possess a certain spiritual sentience.

Master Liu wanted to argue, but upon careful thought, that was precisely how it was; men were truly not the victims in that kind of affair.

"Huh? Then I can sell off my obsolete equipment cheaply. At just half the cost price, I'm sure plenty of people will want to buy it," Cheng Ting thought for a moment, finding a way to make up for her losses.

Lu Yun nodded and smiled. "It's alright. Since the old curator is no longer receiving guests, I won't intrude any further." For Lu Yun, the doubts in his heart could either remain or disappear; leaving them behind was merely a bundle of question marks, making no real difference.

"Clang!" Sword and blade clashed as the pursuers caught up once more in another bout of close combat. Sparks flew from the weapons, and the sound of their collision made the eardrums ache, while the pervasive murderous intent pierced straight to the skin, causing hearts to skip a beat.

"Troubling Elder Du to worry, but I'm fine. I'm just in a temporarily bad mood that will pass in a while," Chen Xian said calmly.

Ma Sanbao said nothing. His bulging eyes wide open, he stared straight at Xiao ZhiCang, waiting for a reply.

Now his clairvoyant range had a radius of a hundred meters, allowing him to cover the entire courtyard even before stepping inside.

*At least he can be consumed by me,* San Bo lowered his head, tears quietly spilling from her eyes. Long Hao seemed to have sensed something, but after glancing at the struggling San Bo, a baffling smile appeared on his face.

He thought to himself: As expected, refining the blood essence of a divine beast is extremely perilous. If one's mental fortitude is not firm, it is very easy to be infected by that ferocity, leading to indiscriminate slaughter and madness.

Liu Bin smiled apologetically. The elevator arrived, and they stepped in together. He pressed the button for the 16th floor where he lived, then turned to look at Li Xin'er, asking which floor she was staying on.

"No, Ming Ge, if you fancy Murong Xue, just take her back with you. Bringing a man back is of no use to me," Lu Ming said.

Previously, He Yi had been hiding here for over a year, on one hand to raise Gu insects, and on the other to heal his wounds. By the time he was mostly recovered, the Liu family contingent, seeking shelter from a sandstorm, accidentally stumbled into this unrecorded ancient city and discovered his traces.

After all, Mao Wudi had always been searching for the entrance to the supreme path, and had consequently leaked some information. It made no sense that for endless ages, not even a whisper of a rumor had been heard; it was simply too abnormal.