Chapter 115: Trying to Smear Jing Tian?

When Ji Qi awoke, he saw Liang Tuan sitting by his bedside, her eyes swollen and face haggard.

Not only her, but even Song Mingyuan, who had previously mocked him and refused to believe, now pursed his lips and watched Xiao Tian apply the needle with flickering eyes, his thoughts inscrutable.

At that moment, the black-robed figure restraining Aorn launched his fiercest attack. Aorn was struck by at least six weapons simultaneously and groaned, his body uncontrollably staggering backward.

The Sacred Clergy Department was responsible for managing the clergy of all dioceses. Every member of the Holy Church’s clergy was recorded within this department.

Not only did Chunyan Xiong admire it, but even Xiao Tian secretly praised the idyllic scenery.

Pan Yu had no intention of dealing with Ma Haibin’s family; she wasn’t about to waste her time on that.

Although You Yu was ruthless, her extraordinarily adorable appearance attracted many masochists who came to express their affection.

Xiaoling knew that the most important thing now was to rescue Shuang’er. Throughout the journey, Ling Fanyue kept as low a profile as possible. If trouble arose and time was wasted here, it would certainly be unwilling as well.

Most of the mystics attending the ceremony had reached the mid-level divine realm; it was even rumored that some from the upper divine realm had come.

The divine dragon roared, subduing the heavens and earth, as if the void itself had a soul and trembled uneasily. Yet its gaze immediately locked onto the Demon Lord of Annihilation, who had also forcibly advanced; at this moment, the battle was evenly matched.

A piercing scream echoed from inside the corridor, causing everyone’s expressions to tighten. The voice was unmistakably that of Rong Gongyu.

“What?” Ye Mian never imagined that after seeing her parents once, they would arrange a marriage for her whenever she wished.

Cold Wuchang raised the arm holding the reins and delivered a sideways chop, striking Zhong Xingyue’s neck squarely.

The next day, when Feng Qing awoke, Feng Mo had already prepared everything meticulously. A basin of water was brought to her, quickly dispelling her lingering drowsiness.

Cheng Yan seemed utterly confident in Xu Lian, as if she had hooked an unprecedentedly perfect husband, basking in pride.

Princess Shui Yao was clearly taken aback. When Zhong Xingyue met her gaze, she expected some grand statement, but instead, she asked such a simple question. Was she stunned into silence?

The man furrowed his brow slightly, ignoring his own injuries, and instead gazed more deeply into the dark world before him, searching for the divine beast and the child.

A sharp-eyed, agile assassin found himself evenly matched against the living ice-cicada silk strands.

They were called “death warriors” because their sole purpose in life was to protect their master with their lives or to kill with their lives.

Lu Xiangsheng’s expression grew solemn as he unleashed Duan Chou’s wings, soaring like a golden sun, reminiscent of the ancient golden crow. In his hands, the blazing golden halberd surged with flames, striking the dragon-patterned ancient sword with a reverse strike.

The Wild Sand Cult Immortal Lord knew he had no other choice. Without hesitation, a surge of essence erupted, traveling along Su Ni’s neck and directly into his limbs and bones.

He truly could not fathom what could compel the strongest disciple to willingly aid them.

“Are you two from the Maoshan Sect?” Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the coffin. Two large hands heavily rested on its edge as a strangely dressed burly man slowly sat up.

“Let’s eat first. Today’s dishes are all carefully prepared by the world’s most renowned chefs. See if they suit your taste,” Su Cheng said, changing the subject upon noticing her low spirits.

Amid the surprised gazes of all, he smiled slightly, stepped back, and returned to Xu Tong’s side, his face now bearing a trace of ease and relief.

Because of this, Kali was immediately isolated in the dormitory, but Kali didn’t care. Instead, he clung to Chen Yi even more obsessively, even changing how he addressed him.

She had originally thought Su Cheng would go to the capital, as his grades guaranteed admission to either Tsinghua or Peking University.

Many martial artists who emerged from the ancient sects and the Awakening Spirit Divine Sect fell silent and went into seclusion, but some revealed the truth. The seven great super tribes were furious, and together with the Heartless Heaven Sect, the eight great forces searched everywhere for Su Ni and the others.

In the Purple Mansion World, Duan Chou was free of thought and feeling. His spirit was brilliant and transparent as he climbed steadily upward—one spirit platform, two, three, four, five. The turbulent torrent of sword energy surged beside him but did not disturb him in the slightest.

Song Xingqiao suddenly withdrew his hand and knocked on the table with a “clang.” “I remember now! Miss Jinping loves to sing his lyrics the most!” He immediately rubbed his hand, obviously having struck too hard.

Boyang laughed heartily, reached out, caught her shoulder, pulled her close, and kissed her forehead.

Mo Feng was not accustomed to wearing a forehead protector, so the young ninja did not immediately recognize him.

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