The following morning, Fan Zeng and others arrived again at the outside of the Great Qin Palace, went through the security checks by the guards, and prepared to enter the palace.
Today, there were more people than yesterday. More than 3,000 examinees came. They are very interested in Li Nan's new characters and textbooks. Even if they can't participate in it finally, it's good to see what it's like.
In fact, it's not good to gather so many people in the palace. With more people, there's a greater chance of trouble. It would be better to set up the gathering location outside the palace, Li Nian suggests.
Just a few minutes after An Rou left the bench, a figure appeared in front of her. She immediately recognized the figure as she raised her gaze. He had appeared, but the sudden excitement that erupted in her heart was completely gone in the subsequent dullness, because she felt unsure of what she was doing.
Mò Tian, on the sidelines, suddenly felt like laughing when he heard this. Miss Xiao has nothing to fear. This is really not a big deal.
However, there's no need to rush. The elixir is in his own hands, and as long as he is patient and practices diligently, such a day will come eventually. The bloodline of this immortal descendant doesn't seem particularly strong. His ancestors could at best be called true immortals.
She dared not sleep any longer, because she could no longer sleep peacefully. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see his face, the one that she didn't want to see anymore.
Who the hell keeps calling him while he's riding his bike? Fucking hell, it's her, it's Ye Wei. Why is she acting so oddly today, not allowing him to talk on the phone while riding?
What kind of existence is the system? Or, what kind of existence can create an existence like the system?
The princess herself is here, with two regiments gathered together. The scale of elite troops now is equivalent to seven regiments.
One could even say that this doesn't qualify as the name of a secret manual; rather, it's a broad category of secret techniques.
I'm glad that you're here with me all the way. The sunlight slants across the desk, passing through the gaps in the hair, leaving spots of shadow, but it fails to dispel the coldness.
It hurts so much, so much, waaaaah. He hurt her, and she wanted to struggle free, but the more she struggled, the harder he held on.
Looking down at the thing in her hand, Le Ruiyi remembered that it was because of it that she didn't get to eat the hot steamed buns. She pursed her lips and nodded.
"Who are you?" Bing Luan quickly searched her mind, and she had not seen such a bizarre "person" when she was the Hostess of Encounters in her past life.
However, Wang Bo was not in a hurry about this. To be honest, among those present, there were not many people he was truly willing to accept, and even fewer he was willing to trust.
"Give it to the old man!" Dao Xing elder monster turned away with medicine. There were many things he wanted to ask but didn't get a chance, the most important was whether there was an immortal realm, and if the immortal cave was the path to heaven.
On the way, if it weren't for the worry that Baozi might fall asleep and catch a cold from the wind, Jiang Yichen would definitely linger for several hours before going over. However, due to concerns about Baozi's health, he only took a minute or two.
As the faint smoke disperses, Zi Wu's hand is empty. The palm that held his own large hand has now become the only unchanged bow of the respectful gesture in front of the red robes.
Wang Bo had already entered the cave and was unaware of what was happening outside. After putting down his things, the first thing he did naturally was to refine the nutrient liquid. During the spare time of refining process, Wang Bo also took a shovel he brought from home to dig up some soil.
Upon hearing this, Mi Jia blushed even more intensely, as if she was about to burst. She muttered softly, "I don't want to," and pushed him before turning and walking towards the supermarket entrance.
Yang Commander's tightened heart reminded him of another thing. He intended to transport a dead horse back for the horse meat, which he had forgotten while running and dodging bullets. He complained bitterly, wanting Luo Si Lang to take several soldiers back to move it, but he saw scouting squad soldiers with something on their backs.
Professor Luo's gaze swept meaningfully over the students below the stage. The guides all showed smiles that implied a shared understanding, looking at their classmates. The sentries' eyes were a bit evasive, while the expressions of ordinary cadets were solemn, with some looking thoughtful.
