Chapter 90: Had Enough of Playing Around?

Or she would softly complain to some well-heeled senior brother, deliberately keeping the relationship deliciously vague. She would set her sights on something, make the other person spend spirit stones to buy it, always choosing the expensive ones, and sweet-talk them into a daze until she had fleeced them of everything they had. Once the item was in hand, she would turn around and, in secret, mock that senior brother for being a fool with too much money, easy to swindle at every turn. Then she would even “accidentally” let it reach his ears, enraging the poor man until his face turned livid, leaving him to think he had been blind, never imagining that Chu Ruoyan was actually this kind of woman.

Countless strands of energy poured out from Mo Xuan’s body and encircled the golden mouse fleeing at high speed. Then the countless strands fused and wove together into a great sheet that wrapped the golden mouse inside.

Since Lin Ying had already charged into the horde of zombies, Li Geng and the others had no reason not to press forward as well.

Now that Lin Ying had found plenty of medicines and medical equipment, they intended to operate on Squad Leader Li again and finally put all lingering troubles to rest.

“Elder Quan can’t come. He recommended a genius traditional physician whom he holds in especially high regard,” Li Meixia said softly from the side.

As soon as Meng Baolai finished speaking, the entire team sped away like the wind. The official from the Ministry of Rites, who had been standing beside him moments before, was left rooted to the spot, staring as that terrifying force vanished before his eyes in the blink of an eye, leaving him choking on dust.

“Heh, so now you know fear! If you’re scared, then tell me every last secret of the Immortal Realm. I might just spare your miserable life!” One of the swordsmen flicked a flower-like flourish with his blade and sneered, baring his teeth.

Though she had not seen the final outcome, the fact that Li Shierniang was no longer there, while Wu Ming strolled leisurely through the forbidden relic pagoda of the Vajra Temple, already said everything.

Seeing this, Lin Ying immediately dodged aside, exposing the tank behind him to Qing Muyang’s gun.

The King of Jinan frowned slightly. This match had been hosted by Cao Cao; if he were to ruin it, the Grand Chancellor would surely be angered... perhaps even throw down the burden and refuse to continue.

Who could have imagined that once he returned to the manor, even his son, who had always been too frightened to breathe loudly in his presence, would dare speak to him with such imperious arrogance? It nearly drove him to madness.

As the fighting went on, Fei Ying grew more and more alarmed. At their age, there were few who could fight him to a standstill, yet this ordinary human had managed it.

“Stop, stop, stop... It seems you are not only gravely ill, but also lacking in sense. You say I have not the least bit of cultivation, so how exactly am I supposed to compete with you? And you still have the nerve to show off your greatest skill?”

Thus, in such circumstances, people’s demand for travel grew even more urgent. Under the pressure of the masses, the official government of the Xia State had no choice but to open the aerial rail port ahead of schedule.

Moreover, he was also worried that his Five-Glow True Fire might not be enough to burn that drought demon to death, and for these two days his mind had been tangled with unease.

Ying Yang and Elder Chu rushed up from the mud and stone with a roar, only to see Feng Yi, dressed in a spotless white priest’s robe, smiling at them. A layer of soft white protective light enveloped him, and the magical crossbow bolts fired by the guards below could not even stir a single ripple upon it.

A group of them analyzed the situation and silently turned back. Since they could not do it, they would have to keep working hard at cultivation.

Below the cave entrance lay a long flight of stone steps. How deep they went could not yet be sensed, but not far from the top of the stairs, on the steps themselves, lay an old man.

At this moment, Zha Chi was sitting cross-legged in the shade of a tree, with Qing Ji sitting on his right shoulder and Yao Li on his left. Zha Chi’s ox-like face showed no expression, but the two spirits burst into laughter.

Yun Feiran knew nothing of all this. She only knew that Su Qi’an had come in haste and left in haste, flying thousands of kilometers back and forth just to make chicken soup for his grandfather. Such filial devotion was truly commendable, and she herself could never have done the same.

If the first time was coincidence and the second time was coincidence, then what of all these subsequent times he had helped her? It was because he was willing of his own accord.

The wine was turbid in color, with plenty of sediment visible in it. Though its aroma carried a faint sweetness, there was also a subtle sour, fermented note beneath it.