Chapter 43

"I'm not stepping on the scale. I weighed myself just a few days ago, and I haven't gained a single ounce!" Panic flashed across Tan Jing's eyes.

Inside the grand hall of the Sacred Mountain, the elder saw that Ling Yifan was in good condition, and nodded. "Your potential is unique. I will devise a special cultivation method tailored to your situation. I know you are extremely anxious to track down the movements of the Dark Hall and find the whereabouts of your mother."

Seeing the majestic royal capital of Luoyang drawing close, Zang Ba and Taishi Ci felt a wave of relief. They lowered the bundles from their shoulders and stared in awe at the incomparably magnificent city walls outside the Luoyang royal capital.

However, Yang Yun dared not voice this aloud. Leaving aside whether the Central洲 Team would be instantly wiped out the moment they entered, entering The Chronicles of Narnia was no simple feat... Did Zheng Zha not fail to enter The Chronicles of Narnia despite experiencing so many horror films after the final battle?

"...And what is the second reason?" Although Zheng Zha found Chu Xuan's tone deeply irritating, he suppressed his anger and asked.

After all, in this era, although Wang Feng was invincible, he at least still had the Seven Supremes as adversaries.

Overwhelmed with shock, I hastily averted my gaze, not daring to look at that mass of twisted shadow any longer, and continued listening to the conversation between the two.

If the man hadn't been walking ahead as if nothing were the matter, Yang Yun probably wouldn't have been able to restrain himself from blowing this bizarre place straight through with an energy cannon.

For instance, right now, the defensive arrangements made by Xiao Honglv were exposed entirely under Megatron's scan. Yet Megatron's scan was radically different from ordinary spiritual scans or satellite radar scans.

Lin Yao sat cross-legged on the bed, lazily gazing out the window. Moonlight spilled through the treetops like a layer of silver frost, and the night air was exceptionally brisk and cool.

Without evidence, it would merely be wild fabrication. Not only would it fail to earn any merit, but it would also incur the emperor's wrath.

"I just figured that if the Third Princess really is such a selfish person, and I happen to look exactly like her, wouldn't I end up being hunted down by her enemies?" Her explanation was rather far-fetched, but the general logic held up.

The next second, he abruptly discovered that the life auras of his boss and several other team members had vanished in an instant.

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In an instant, she realized that this was ancient times, and the Exquisite Endgame was likely left behind by that heartless man.

"Is that so? Then I must try some today. To be able to eat it endlessly without ever growing tired—no wonder the business is so good." An Ruqing immediately decided to buy a larger portion to take back.

If she hadn't overheard the previous conversation between the two stone figures, An Suisui would have thought that strange fellow was very close to them.

When the topic turned to junior eunuchs, the head eunuch's eyes flickered uncertainly, occasionally glancing sideways at the corpse of Jing Si.

For the first ten minutes, Liu Ziwei kept refreshing his own video, looking at the pitifully low view count and virtually nonexistent comments with a heart full of anxiety.

Wright maintained a completely expressionless face throughout, placing his hand on the man's neck to probe his internal condition with his own energy, trying to figure out if anything was amiss.

Having figured it out, the three of them completely abandoned hope, picking up what little dignity—perhaps never truly existent—they had left on the ground.

Then the two exchanged their respective skills and abilities. It was only then that Li Zhishi realized the fat on the fatty's body had truly not grown in vain; his earlier self-introduction about excelling in frontal assaults was entirely devoid of falsehood.

"Sister Ghost, spare me the teasing. I'm just trying to make a living," Liaopin said awkwardly.

Just as Lu Qingyi began to feel a bit embarrassed, she looked up and caught sight of that person's mischievous grin, rolling her eyes dramatically right at him before looking away.

"You don't need to worry. I simply gave you a token of verification." Seeing his nervous expression, Connie smiled and gently patted his head.

"What danger could there be here?" The middle-aged man himself was staying at this hotel, and upon hearing the students' teacher mention danger, he immediately grew anxious about his own safety.

In her dream, Lu Qingyi looked around her dwelling from a past life. The previous life had been fulfilling, and in this life, she was fortunate enough to cross paths with that nemesis once more. The depth of feeling in this life was not a fraction less than in the past; it was time to leave behind the dreams of that former life.

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Along the outer perimeter, a multitude of waiting disciples had appeared at some unknown time.

Having finally broken through, sporadic insects still appeared along the way, actively ambushing the group and leaving them no chance to catch their breath.

Zhu Jiangtao closed his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping a steady rhythm on the table. After a long while, he opened his eyes, revealing a pair of wise gazes.

Saying this, the long blade of light in his hand retracted, and the blood-thirsty golden sword vanished completely. The next moment, his thick, sturdy arm had already draped casually over Old Tong's shoulder.

That object was tubular, about the length and thickness of an arm, and pitch black. At this moment, it was propped on Su Yelian's shoulder, with the dark, hollow muzzle pointing directly at him.

Stay and depend on Luo Mingjiao? Heh, Yu Xiaoli knew in her heart that Luo Mingjiao would never let her stay, so her only option was to make Grandma Luo nod in consent.

That was an isolated army from their nominal ally, Salinon—Brennus's detachment. Ten minutes ago, he thought that red banner was about to be uprooted from the sand table, but he never expected that old lion to launch such a wild charge. Judging from the situation, it seemed he would witness the true face of the Martial Saint of Fire in less than five minutes.

So much so that upon hearing the professor's final, slightly teasing reminder, he didn't even join in with a couple of laughs.

Liu Ziyan, who was a head taller than the straw-sandal-wearing youth, lowered his head, not daring to meet the youth's eyes.

"Let's take those four first, and pick the best of the rest from what's left," Eshu whispered to Salaman, but sensing movement behind him, he turned alertly, only to find that the three money bags on the table had vanished into thin air.

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