Chapter 28

O Contaminador Espinho Vermelho do Norte 1923 words 2026-08-05 00:32:40

Then he added, "I have another request, also concerning the Frost Dew Pill. Before my primordial spirit is bound, I wish to consume three of them. This would allow my spirit to cultivate in secret within my body. Even if I cannot retrieve my life-bound divine tablet, once my cultivation is complete, I will at least have a chance to achieve liberation through transmigration."

Gan Ning’s face turned pitch black, and a crimson glint appeared in his eyes, causing the soldiers to recoil in fear.

Zhao Feng simply scanned the scene, his eyes flickering as if he were pondering something.

That madman was a burly fellow, with a head larger than a washbasin. Getting rammed by him with such ferocity—how could it not hurt?

Once one reaches that level, sects become mere shackles. Some peerless giants no longer concern themselves with worldly affairs, focusing solely on their cultivation.

Just as she was about to ask for leave, she was told that because of her outstanding performance, she had been granted a half-day of paid leave.

Ye Hexiu, who had called out to her, was so choked with annoyance that she rolled her eyes. She had desperately wanted to get close to He Xin'er to curry favor, but she was terrified of the Great White, so she had no choice but to stay far away with her cousins.

Qi Jingqing probably didn't even realize that ever since he met Nan Xi, the smile on his face had never faded.

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is not a particularly important day in the countryside; most families just eat their usual thin porridge.

"If it truly comes to that, wouldn't all your previous efforts be in vain, your hard work wasted?" Yue Kui asked.

The two of them chatted and laughed all the way, choosing a relatively upscale restaurant to dine in.

Yu'er, also known as Bing Yu, was one of the original founders of the Ice Realm, just like Ming Yun—both were among the first to establish it.

Deep down, he wondered if he was truly in love, or if it was merely the result of some long-forgotten jokes.

I quickly pulled Luo Jianguo up and said, "You’re a grown man. If there’s something to say, just say it. You’ve been in China for so many years; surely you know the saying that a man’s knees are worth gold." I had originally thought Old Luo invited me here to claim credit for himself, but now it seemed the matter was not so simple.

"That’s not a falling star. It’s flying too slowly, and its light is blindingly brilliant, as if it were right before our eyes. Could it be...?" Chen Nanshan suddenly had a bold thought.

Zhang Yuanquan felt relieved, but he couldn't help but sneer—once you get to the destination, I doubt you’ll be able to smile anymore.

Yet, Tang Chen still gripped the hilt of his sword tightly—even when his hands were stripped of flesh and reduced to bare, white bone, he did not let go. The sound of bone scraping against the hilt and the sight of it all were enough to make one’s legs turn to jelly, yet Tang Chen was actually smiling?

"No comment." He could spare her family for Lin'er’s sake, but he would never let them cross his bottom line.

Each of the five great immortal realms contains a most prosperous region, and these five regions are all vast continents, not planets. No one knows why this is, and even the Immortal Emperors are unaware of the reason.

Whether the massive heart was slow to sense danger or otherwise, it allowed the sealing formation to fully manifest before suddenly erupting. Though blood-red light flooded this isolated patch of sea, it could not break through.

"It is of no consequence. The music can be heard another time. Wan'er looks weary, likely exhausted; there is no need to force yourself. Just rest. I shall sit here for a while and leave when the time comes." Lu Qingyi sighed inwardly as she spoke; the girl was a good soul, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

The betrothal procedures—the offering of gifts, the inquiry of the name, and the auspicious divination—had been completed before Wang Xingxin was imprisoned in the Dali Temple. As for the final bride-price, that was easily handled. Li Er generously bestowed several treasures, and with the contributions gathered by Cheng Yaojin, Qin Qiong, and the others, along with rare items like perfumes and soaps produced by the workshops in Wang Xingxin’s manor, the dowry was by no means shabby.

Before the few people outside the cave could react, a dense, blood-red light instantly filled their vision. They were all frozen in place, and a sense of profound terror arose within them.

At this budding age, having some hazy notions is normal; it is a beautiful, albeit immature, sentiment.

The man kicked out was middle-aged. He looked as though he had once lived a decent life, still wearing a respectable Hangzhou silk garment, but his face was haggard, suggesting that his days had been difficult.

Qing Ya wore a bitter smile and did not explain why the content of the trial conflicted with its purpose. Instead, he changed the subject to the light orbs and the purple mist in the special dimension.

The surging vitality gave Lian Haiping a sense of comfort he had never felt before, making him yearn to let out a long cry to vent his heart.

Only with three forces existing simultaneously could a balance of power be maintained. For now, they had to preserve their remaining strength and wait for the right moment to arrive.

The drummer did not know what had happened and continued to beat the drums of war with all his might. The soldiers on the battlefield, seeing the enemy retreat, did not understand the situation and pursued the victory.

Zhang Yaqian was nowhere to be found, and it was only after a phone call that I learned Qi Manqing had already sent people to Yafeng Capital. For the next while, Zhang Yaqian would likely be very busy.

Liu Xinan felt his scalp tingle as he recalled the situation at the time; he suddenly realized that Youyun did not seem as introverted as she appeared.

To be honest, it had been a long time since he had driven into the district to experience this bustling commercial atmosphere.

Gao Yu Ma'er suddenly felt it was strange that he hadn't stopped the other person from taking his phone.

Not long after, Kondo Chida’s subordinate entered. Seeing his boss sleeping peacefully on the sofa, he shouted in panic, drawing everyone else over.

At first, they had only planned to flee separately, but upon discovering that the Ancient Gods had switched targets, they were filled with the intent to kill.