Chapter 55 She Is Not Qiao Luo?

The chill in her gaze made Lin Xiuzhi feel a twinge of panic. She truly believed that Qiao Luo was easy to bully, especially since she had been doing so for over a decade. In Lin's mind, Qiao Luo had always been someone who took abuse passively, daring not to resist no matter how she was molded or kneaded. She and Chen Zhi'an had been staying at the guesthouse for quite some time. Although it was a military guesthouse, and they had previously thrown around Qin Yanzhou's name as mother-in-law and sister-in-law to swindle people, after the wedding of Chen Liao and Fang Qing...

Thinking of how he had spoken to his parents in such a dominant tone, Qin Xu suddenly felt an urge to flee this place immediately.

No one is unafraid of death, not even the master of the Heavenly Blade Sect, who reigned supreme in Nanhai County.

Standing within the cold cavern, gazing at the icy dais, memories flashed through his mind of the day he had helped Jiang Yueru disperse the fiery poison.

"Hmph, it is only natural to return a toast when someone offers one. Brother Zhao, why are you hesitating so?" Having been subtly mocked by Zhao Li just moments before, He Miao had been holding back his anger, and only now did he let it all out.

"Young master, are you alright? Who on earth dared to hurt you?" The appearance of Jian Yifan and the others was like a lifeline, instantly diverting everyone's gaze away from Meng Ke.

That man no longer dared to linger. With a fierce burst of strength in his legs, he abandoned his companion and bolted into the dense forest, not daring to look back even once, terrified that a single glance might be his last.

The people standing near him unconsciously took a few steps back. Even his friends distanced themselves, silently signaling that they had nothing to do with this brainless fool.

Phoenix Mountain was a maze of bizarre peaks and endless mountain ranges; he could hardly believe that such a colossal imperial tomb truly existed in this world.

The man in white had helped Ye Han more than once along the way, and Ye Han knew all too well that this time, the fellow had risked his life to save him. Even if it was only a replica, this profound debt of gratitude could never be repaid.

The sharp dragon claw moved as effortlessly as reaching into one's pocket. Its five fingers locked tightly onto Shangguan Xiaoyan's oncoming kick, gripping it mercilessly.

Xiaoya, drifting in and out of consciousness, lay on the handcart, with twenty sturdy longbows—procured through the extensive experience of Hou Wu—piled up beside him. Guard Fang pulled the cart while Hou Wu pushed it, carrying the son of the revered God of Death Legion leader away from Rencheng.

Moreover, they had a demand for antiques. Ordinary people might not understand bizarre and eccentric artifacts, but sects with a heritage certainly knew their value.

Su Yang seemed rather perplexed by Ziling's words. Was this ill-fated son of his planning to abandon him and run away?

A crisp sound echoed from the sky, resembling a Go stone dropping onto a board, yet it felt as cataclysmic as the heavens collapsing, and the spatial plane where they stood began to vibrate violently.

For the first time, Yang Bian saw Pan Ling's white jade Guanyin being battered to such a miserable state by his opponent. Its originally flawless white jade body was now mutilated beyond recognition by twenty Green Dragon Crescent Blades, with plaster dust shattering and scattering all the ground.

Puji accepted the pills and expressed his profuse gratitude. A slightly annoyed Song Zhen waved his hand impatiently, signaling that he was dismissed.

After all, this was the capital of Merica, and the headquarters of the National Security Agency was located right here. Therefore, everyone subconsciously assumed that no matter how formidable the Church's influence might be, it should not be able to reach this place.

Ni Duoshi was heavily injured, and worse still, wounded by those silver threads. His injuries would be exceptionally difficult to heal within a short time. If not for the fact that he had practiced the Nine-Turn Yin Scripture, keeping his body from disintegrating and allowing his meridians to heal themselves, he would have perished long ago.

Xiaoya was walking toward this exact spot right then. Following more than twenty days of diligent study and deliberate acting, he had finally escaped after they lowered their guard against him.

The venomous snake flicked its massive tail. Whether it understood or not, it simply pressed its body even closer to the former.

"You dare scold us?" With that, she raised her hand high, preparing to strike, but before it could fall, her wrist was seized in an unyielding grip.

After the time it took to brew two cups of tea, they finally arrived in front of the main hall. Zheng Wanyan lowered her head and slowly followed Mother Zhu into the hall.