58 Journey Through the Middle Ages 058

"Teacher Lin, how did you know?" Su Lin also chuckled. Although they hadn't been in touch for a few days, Teacher Lin still cared about him deeply.

It was merely a preliminary test of combat, yet nearly twenty saint-tier song-masters perished, all achieved solely by the formidable physical might of two heavenly-grade lizards.

Had she known beforehand that her eyes would suffer such assault and defilement, nothing in the world would have made her volunteer to wipe down and change Li Junxiu's clothes.

Xu Yuan simply admired Li Junxiu; even at a time like this, the guy could still crack such a humorous joke.

Even at his peak, protected by soul-bone armor, he would have had to steer clear of such sharp edges, let alone now when he had only recovered about fifty percent of his original primal force.

These shareholders emptied out all their money, intending to flee, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and Su Lin—the harbinger of bad luck—and then quickly summon reinforcements to ensure Su Lin wouldn't leave this private dining room alive.

Even Xu Yuan felt that Lan Yingchen's question was utterly idiotic, let alone the shrewd Milan Yu standing behind her. Milan Yu gave a cold laugh and turned to head upstairs first.

With a faint, serene smile, the voice reached Ling Quan's ears, yet it clung to him relentlessly like a nightmare, completely subverting his logic. "How did you track me down?" Seeing that the other party had managed to catch up despite lagging so far behind, Ling Quan lost all desire to flee again.

Greedily inhaling the comforting and reassuring scent radiating from those broad shoulders, accompanied by the eternal warmth emanating from his chest, Lin Fang's determination instantly solidified.

He knew well that a so-called "god" within its own domain can never be slain. If one wishes to destroy a "god," they must first lure it out of its own territory.

Xiao Luoli's expression shifted instantly. Overwhelmed with sudden terror, she dropped to her knees before Liu Xie, no longer daring to conceal anything, as her intuition told her that Diaochan's affair was inextricably linked to her.

Neighbors in the same building smiled as they passed, casting envious glances as well, because Liu Meimei's boyfriend truly looked exceptionally handsome and distinguished.

Shortly after, Aunt Li helped her back to the villa, laid out a set of clothes, had her take a hot bath, and prepared some light food for her.

After a moment, a few white fragments drifted down from the sky. Duan Yuntu reached out to catch them, realizing that the falling items were pear blossoms. Soon, more and more pear blossoms filled the air, swirling and dancing as they descended slowly, resembling a sky full of heavy snow.

Yet the moment their palms met solidly, Villa Master Duan felt a surge of foreboding. Although Bai Yunsheng's internal energy was not as fierce as his own, his soft internal energy possessed a counter-force that not only dissolved his palm strength into nothingness but also rebounded a portion of it back at him.

Yuhuang cupped his fists in salute toward Wuming and spoke thus. Wuming bypassed all idle talk and directly stated his intentions.

These three words hardly sounded like his own voice, unexpectedly carrying a trace of cowardice and trembling.

However, because the allocation of away-team tickets was determined by the home side, neither the FA nor the League Committee had the authority to interfere, leaving Manchester United fans full of resentment yet utterly helpless.

The old Taoist priest thought to himself that this was bad; if the blood spirit were to escape, everyone would be doomed. Yet apart from the clothes on his back and a handful of one-cent, two-cent, and five-cent coins left over from yesterday's shopping, he had absolutely nothing else on him.

Paris Saint-Germain's best performance in the Champions League was reaching the quarterfinals last season. In fact, they had reached the quarterfinals for two consecutive seasons, but such a luxurious squad still found it difficult to achieve a breakthrough in the Champions League.

Klaes looked at the cloth pouch in his hand, extended his leather-gloved hand, and drew out the blue poison salt he was about to scatter over the goblin corpses to show it to Zhi.

He could not completely ignore Su Haoyu's presence; if he were to get into a shouting match with Jiaxin over the phone, wouldn't things become even worse?

Now there was only one way to suppress the news surrounding Jiaxin—the most direct and effective method.

As a proud dragon clan, they were undoubtedly one of the oldest and most historically deeply-rooted major powers on the Xumi Continent, known to all. Yet now, they were being stirred up by a young man to the point where not a single person dared to utter a sound.

The Yellow Springs Sword in his hand flashed with the aura of thunder. Moreover, this time, the thunderous aura was unlike ordinary lightning; it carried an extremely desolate and dead silence. This thunder seemed to originate from the netherworld, bearing a punishing power.

At the Gu family's dining table, the silence of the past was finally gone—no longer characterized by quiet meals or arguments erupting the moment someone spoke. The dining table was now filled with the cheerful laughter of the family.

During the interval between dishes, the siblings engaged in sharp, bantering verbal sparring, teasing one another. Clearly, they were just joking, and everyone was in high spirits.

Yet that figure was destined to provide no answers for him, as he was pursued by the arrows of the Bow of Creation, fleeing frantically and transforming into a streak of light that quickly vanished at the edge of the horizon.

The workshop, which had previously been tightly surrounded, now, under Evelyn's orders, retained only ten elven guards patrolling its perimeter.

The eight-colored ancient tree seemed to have encountered the king among ancient trees. Although it did not bow, kowtow, or pay homage like other living beings, Longwu and the Undying Divine Phoenix could still sense the overwhelming reverence radiating from the eight-colored ancient tree divine spirit.

Yet she believed that no matter how reluctant the old headmaster was, with the Golden Battle-Axe present, as long as she refused to back down, Xu Xiu would have to apologize.

What kind of logic was this? Liu Xin'er didn't even know Yun Liang; why would she go to such great lengths to destroy Yun Liang completely?

With a massive fortune right in front of them, why not earn it? A cultivator's honor? What on earth was that? Could it be eaten as a meal?

Although Gu Xinran tried her best to suppress her cries, her expression completely betrayed her inner feelings.

To say she didn't have a single one would be an exaggeration, but the meager few she could produce would still be a source of mockery. Better off not mentioning them at all.

"Our club's VIP card?" Manager Tang did not dare to be negligent, hurriedly taking the black card to examine it closely.

"I didn't say we're going right now. Once I completely comprehend the Heaven-Extinguishing Sword and my strength breaks through to the Martial God realm, I will head there. That place should hold what I need," Lin Yunfei said. Any place capable of causing a Martial God to perish was bound to be extraordinary, so he naturally had to go and see for himself.