"Formality accomplished..."
As the words "Formality accomplished" rang out, before a carved Guan Yu statue made of red wood in the inner hall of the residence of the Xiangshan Governor of Changsha, an old man and a young man stood up together and performed the eight Bowing Ritual. From then on, there were two more good brothers who shared no common father, mother or faith in the world!
The older man, of course, was "Master Zhu Jiutai" of Changsha City. The old man was smiling so broadly that his mouth couldn't close, and after getting up, he had one hand on Luo Yao Guo, his adoptive younger brother, and the other...
Looking at the joyful and harmonious appearance of this family after their salvation, Jing Rong's heart ached with a sense of pain.
As for you, the eldest brother, why are you so eagerly looking at me? Don't you know that my sister has been closely monitored by two fierce beasts lately? Being a good person is the rule that my sister has decided to follow after being caught and disciplined by Brother Ye Han several times in a self-defense class. So don't try to shake me, okay?
"Foolish child..." Su Han Yu gently held Zhang Rong's hand and guided it to her abdomen, feeling the interconnected patterns there. Zhang Rong's palm was hot, but the feeling that rose in her heart was something new and wonderful.
Other students are very envious and also watch and learn on the side. Yun Li held Qingming's hand and walked, spinning around. They sometimes stepped on each other's feet, and both laughed loudly.
"Am I being talked about?" Fang Qingzhuo walked in through the door, still wearing that iron mask, a casual blue robe draped over him.
"What are you saying? You're only 39, you're still very young," Qili scolded.
The Empress of Chu internally cursed herself, having spent her entire life catching eagles, only to be pecked in the eyes by one at the end. A mere teenage girl had left her with such a humiliating setback.
But once her consciousness entered the space, the pain ceased. It seems that staying in the space would be better for a while.
Wei Baozi and the other subordinates of Telyakov focused their gaze on Tang Haodong, who had become the absolute core of the group.
And both she and Qingming are aware that Mr. Zhu is a worthless person, good for nothing but drinking wine and playing mahjong, completely incompetent in his field. With the hardline faculty and students like Zhang Lan and Qingming that Ma has managed to attract to the school, it would be a waste not to appoint a capable principal to continue the reputation of the school.
But she did not immediately admit to arranging all of this, yet her expressions and reactions showed that she was the prime suspect.
As soon as Mu Xue held this thing, she felt as if she were holding a hot iron rod, and she could also feel the obvious expansion.
However, because those lightning bolts are not very close to Qin Wu Yan, separated only by the weakened thunder effects released by a weapon, it can only occasionally cause Qin Wu Yan to be slightly paralyzed, and even it could be described as fleeting effects.
Come on, tearing down my own house? That's the only spiritual cradle I have, how could I let them tear it down.
"Evil Ghost King? You..." Zhang Mingzheng, who was by his side, saw this scene and was stunned directly. As he watched Xie Yetao's body being pierced by the stone sword, he was momentarily speechless.
Dan Xuan Hwen heard this and turned pale. Speechless, he immediately turned around and walked towards the door.
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and without stopping, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he immediately unfolded his martial arts techniques and sprinted out of the alley.
A handful of green mint and a handful of purple sage, the purple sage cut into fine flakes scattered in the batter seasoned with salt, with hands stirred, red purple white, very beautiful.
The opponent's dantian was directly pierced, with a loud boom, the true Qi in the dantian turned into a surge of fiery energy, leaking out with an explosive force.
He walked casually and steadily, silently refusing Ning Zimeng's milk tea, and walked towards the camera.
"Old Nine, you're not very eager to see your brother, right? In a month, give you an opportunity, I will let you know who is the future master of Nan Li." Yao Feng Yan's face darkened.
