The King of the Jing River bowed and saluted to the group of men standing around him, saying two sentences about his weak physique since childhood and that he had just suffered from heatstroke. The excuse was a bit far-fetched, but it managed to cover up the situation.
As he walked under the shade of the tree, he began to sort out the sudden influx of memories that had appeared.
Each of these events - the Shizi bi jade, the River God, the Confucian, the disciple of a sage - swept by him in an instant.
It only took a moment for him to finish watching from an onlooker's perspective.
Once everyone was seated, Lin Feng discovered that, in addition to the members of the Long Shadow faction, there were many powerful individuals from other countries sitting at the seats around the hotel hall.
She risked her own life to save Qin Lang, only to be misunderstood by him. Is there still any justice in the world?
Jun Mengmeng was the first to snap out of her shock, holding the M4A1-s aimed at Ye Fei's forehead. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, she saw Ye Fei make a gesture.
"Xie, Sister Ran!," said Dai Jiaqi happily, and then kissed her on the forehead.
There was a hint of concern in Mrs. Xia's eyes. She disliked Qin Lang, but she didn't really want him to die.
The narrow and long stone path was narrow and lonely, with cold winds blowing. Just like the numerous ghosts who had died here before, they were all laughing at the two of them.
The gunfire erupted from the muzzle of the silencer, the bullet shot out, and accurately shot down a mechanical sweeper not far away.
【Roar of Thunder】Wukong scratches his bear head, showing concern. He's never seen him like this before.
However, Longling couldn't go down at this time because, if he were to make contact with them, it would give the Air Waste a perfect opportunity to eliminate them all at once. He wouldn't dare to fight against the Waste Head unless it was absolutely necessary and he wouldn't want to bring disaster upon the soldiers below.
A beast leader, looking like a monkey but with eight arms, walked up the 'Butcher's Bridge' in front of all the other beasts.
Yan Li had long known about Ji Linxi's attitude towards her, and this act of sending flowers further highlighted Ji Linxi's... aversion towards her.
She looked fragile as water, but her heart was as strong as iron. She hoped to meet her again and be as carefree as the wind.
"Regarding the project in Dubai, I will go there personally." Qin Fangbai just arrived at the company and, after listening to Xu Ling's schedule report, made this decision directly.
For example, Xia Yang had just been walking on the river surface in the Yu steps, practicing a top-level kung fu that utilizes the essence of water and does not go beyond the knees. He surged across the Yangtze River until he was exhausted. Later, he went into a frenzy, stepping on the sacred circles and transforming his marrow and blood. Now, one could clearly see the subtle injuries he had caused due to overexertion earlier.
Although the young man has only been practicing martial arts for a short period, his movements are not as refined as the experienced teacher. However, he can make up for his lack of experience with his abundant internal energy.
The stout river man staggered forward, his consciousness becoming increasingly clear, his face dark as the approaching storm clouds, ignoring the blockade by the guards at the door and directly entered the residence where Miss Hemei Yan usually stayed.
Of course, the person laughing the most brilliantly in the entire banquet hall was Ye Tian, as he put down the auction hammer and strode towards the stage.
"Qin Fangbai, your husband, got drunk in Chu Jiangnan!" Rong Xianen shouted at her with the biggest volume, the voice so loud that people at a distance of one meter could hear it clearly.
With everyone gone, the baby sneaked another peek at the breakfast next to her. To be honest, she was quite hungry. But upon seeing this ice-cold face, she swallowed her saliva and turned away.
Su Yuyang had his limbs sprawled on the bed, his eyes dazed as he looked at the ceiling. The sound of keys "click-clicking" was by his ear, and in front of him was Tang Xuan's sinister smile. In his mind, he was pondering how to stop Tang Xuan from posting online.
"Gentlemen, please listen to me. The attack on the Bright Summit is actually a great conspiracy!" Zhang Wukong pushed aside the Four Olds of Qiongling and quickly spoke up.
I don't know if Zuo Yan doesn't understand these rules or he just wants to follow the cartoon formula. Anyway, he doesn't talk about any rules and even less about posture. He can't even do a basic starting move.
