Volume 1, Chapter 54: Lin Zhiwan Intends to Perish Together with Him
Inside the car.
Before Lin Zhiwan could seat herself properly, Fu Yanzhou slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped forward.
The tremendous inertia threw Lin Zhiwan heavily back against her seat.
"Fu Yanzhou! Let me out of the car!"
Struggling to sit up, Lin Zhiwan tried to make Fu Yanzhou stop the vehicle.
To think that Song Jinhe was actually Fu Yanzhou's ex-wife!
She should have realized it sooner!
Accompanied by the last wisp of black flame being absorbed into Jiang Mo's body, the heavenly tribulation this time completely dissipated.
Licking his parched lips, Master Shi quietly tightened his loosened belt, rolled his eyes, and hatched a plan.
As unwavering as ever without the slightest relaxation, Zhuge Wuyong stared intently at the cauldron, continuously executing hand incantations.
Before igniting the furnace to refine pills, he had specifically swept the surroundings with his spiritual sense, yet detected nothing unusual. Why had the soul-entangling incense suddenly appeared?
Furthermore, the seat Lu Dongting invited Jiang Mo to occupy was even more prominent than that of the garrison commander of the Heavenly Dance Bank's main stronghold.
Listening to the Blood Flood Dragon King's meticulous analysis, which drew closer and closer to the truth of the matter, Su Zheng felt a surge of profound astonishment; he had not expected the Blood Flood Dragon King to possess such formidable analytical prowess.
The Eight-Step Toad Pursuit belonged to the Beggar Sect, the Emperor Ancestor's Long Fist was widely known as it was created by Emperor Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, and the Shadow-Following Legs came from the Shaolin Temple. Lu Chen figured he would just practice them casually—was he supposed to be afraid of being discovered?
Both were at the peak of the Heavenly Strong Realm, and having spent a long time in contact with Supreme Profound masters, You Zhong was confident he would not lose to anyone of the same realm.
As for himself, he was heading to the Residual Tribe to deal with the matter of his fire avatar, since naturally, that was best handled by his own hands.
The giant sword in Xiang Jinlai's hand also radiated a pale golden glow of peerless brilliance. Conjuring a layer of defensive barrier, he blocked their joint attack, and the residual force of primordial energy generated by the collision forced everyone on the city wall to take several steps back.
The two Elven folk whispered to each other softly, after which the peak third-realm powerhouse wore a hesitant expression, glanced at Xiang Jinlai and Wu Youqi, then looked down at Ming Ge and Shui Yundi, before abruptly turning to fly back, vanishing in an instant.
"My requirement is very simple: conduct legitimate medical research diligently, focusing specifically on cancer and AIDS. Once you achieve any breakthrough research results, you must report them unconditionally."
He did not feel discouraged; although his primordial energy had been somewhat depleted, he could feel that the pale golden primordial energy within his body had become much more refined.
She turned her head with a trace of annoyance, yet discovered nothing. However, shortly after, the scattered pedestrians in the ghost market began casting glances her way. Luo Yuhan felt a twinge of puzzlement—why were they looking at her? Could it be that something was smeared on her face?
Looking at her sexy back with a blissful smile, Wu Youyang turned his gaze toward the rain outside and fell into deep thought.
Ren Yi took a look. There were nearly a thousand people in this procession, front and back, with only the richly dressed young master at the lead and a few burly servants riding horses, while everyone else ran on foot. The procession wound along, stretching a full several hundred meters. Moreover, the group was divided into dozens of smaller clusters of twos and threes, clearly indicating that closely affiliated families were traveling together.
After getting off the plane, we boarded Ke'er's car, left the airport, and went to her home to eat roasted sheep legs.
Yet this quietness was fleeting. A rustling sound echoed from all directions around the Ghost without any warning. Without even looking, he raised his gun and fired into his surroundings, the sound of casing drops hitting the ground echoing incessantly.
Taking in the magnificent scenery, Xiang Jinlai was reminded of his past moments with Yuan Zhou. Back then, when he was injured, the two of them had shared a single horse and passed right through this place. Recalling it now, a wave of nostalgia inevitably stirred in his heart.
"How could it be like this..." Nami said, somewhat frantic. "You know that night-pearl..." Before she could finish, Luffy raised a hand to stop her from saying more.