Chapter 44

A História de Cultivo Primitivo do Pequeno Fei Jiu Qing Zai 1907 words 2026-08-04 08:52:22

Not only him, but the other five members also did not expect that Rose, a team previously known for their macro-operation playstyle, could be so proficient and aggressive when initiating team fights from a disadvantaged position.

However, after waiting for a full day, the outside world remained dead silent without the slightest ripple, as if nothing had happened the night before.

Seeing that he could not pull Mu Fei back from his starving-ghost-like behavior, Aidan finally gave up on trying to educate him ideologically. Disgusted, he retreated to the side, fearing he might get splattered by Mu Fei's messy movements.

Su Zheng was now certain that the voices of Mo Lingxi and the others were coming from the stars right before his eyes.

"Young master, please have some tea." Aunt Jin walked over carrying a tray of tea, her gaze fixed entirely on Meng Ankai's face as if observing something.

On the other side, the General, who had taken over this year's tourist group project, was also quietly and slowly advancing his plans in silence.

Therefore, after going through this incident, Chu Qian had once guessed whether Si Jiucheng had already been injected with a virus when he first arrived on the Yueqiu Planet years ago. To her surprise, Si Jiucheng's physique was peculiar; he was inherently unsuited to serve as a breeding ground for the virus, and the Galaxy Lord had kept him around precisely for this reason.

In any organization, personnel changes are always what attract the most attention. Most of these new appointments came as no surprise to anyone, except for one that sparked widespread discussion: Liu Hongting's appointment to a military post.

"Are you really planning to auction off the sarira your martial uncle gave you for protection?" Chen Tianming asked as he stopped before a taxi.

The rugged rocks and dark soil at the base of the mountain faintly seemed to match the pitted, uneven peak of Yanhu Hill. This peak floating in mid-air was actually the original summit of Yanhu Hill.

"It belongs to a friend of mine, and you know him too," Lin Rui said, standing up and pulling Zheng Wanxue along as he walked out.

Mo Xuan was genuinely angry; Chu Haoetian's arm was actually bitten until it bled, leaving him wincing in pain.

"However, what did you mean by what you said earlier about me leveling up?" Temporarily suppressing this momentous good news, Lin Canghai recalled the remark the evil monk had made just after emerging.

As Shi Tian's words fell, a resonant hum echoed through the space, and instantly, a huge, golden-radiant archway materialized right above Shi Tian's head.

In the fourth match, Zhao Mu displayed terrifying prowess and delivered a shocking performance. He also rapidly climbed onto the front pages of major sports news outlets, becoming the focal figure.

"Me? Step up? Step where?" Lan Jing'er repeated in confusion, though it too vaguely felt that this scene looked somewhat familiar.

The captain said to Zhou Mu, "Leader Zhou, let us briefly explain how to use these wings, and you can relay the instructions to the other warriors."

Suddenly, a buzzing sound came from afar, instantly causing the expressions of the three elders to change drastically. Their eyes were completely filled with intense terror, and their faces turned deathly pale in a flash.

With three days almost up, on the afternoon before the spaceship's departure, the captain conducted his routine inspection of the main cabin area.

They cleared a clean patch of ground and lit a campfire for lighting and warmth. Winter was gradually setting in, and as a gentle breeze swept past, a trace of chilliness lingered. The group gathered around the flames, creating an aura of unexpected tranquility.

An old man with white hair, a white beard, and white eyebrows stood there with his eyes closed. Above his head, dark clouds gathered and thunder rumbled, creating an overwhelmingly terrifying momentum.

Wang Luo and Zhou Suoyan were both seated in their original positions. Across from Wang Luo, in the guest's seat, sat Minister Li, wearing a smiling and leisurely expression.

"You... Aren't you freezing? If so, should I give it back to you?" Ning Chujian turned her head to look at Jiang Tianchen and asked.

Therefore, his spiritual sense still monitored the surrounding movements. In fact, bringing Zhuge Ming along had been considered beforehand; after all, if any unexpected danger arose, they could escape carrying Luo Li and the other.

Lying on his bed, Ye Tian did not cultivate as he usually did. Feeling exceptionally exhausted today, he fell asleep shortly after lying down.

The righteous cultivators who joined his camp deeply admired Xuanji Sect and Hua Tianji, and at this moment, they all nodded in agreement.

Before they could find a solution, a strong wave of psychic energy suddenly swept in from outer space, instantly invading the minds of a majority of humanity on Earth.

A cluster of yellow light drifted from its body. Afterward, a faint, indistinct yellow light also appeared behind Wang Luo on the screen.

"Hey! Wang William! Are you trying to pick a fight? Do you not want to record the show anymore?" Kim Taeyeon finally blew her top.

Sixth Grandpa's words struck Ye Ling like a bolt from the blue. Stunned in place, he suddenly realized that his own memories had somehow gone wrong.

Yang Zaixing wiped his hands, got into the car, started the engine, and dropped the words "I feel like it" before driving away without looking back.

"Stop talking, Number Four. We are always one!" Hu Congming revealed the smile of an elder brother.

"If the testing passes without issues, I have one more condition: you must come to the designated location to pick up the fruit," said Duan Yi.

The runner-up and champion were separated by only a single placement, but in competitive sports, the significance was worlds apart. Moreover, the prize money differed by $5.7 million: the champion received $10.45 million, while the runner-up got $4.75 million. Therefore, both sides appeared extremely cautious from the start, not daring to act rashly.

"We shouldn't have come at all! What kind of ghost place is this? Not being able to properly celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival in the imperial palace, and now even His Majesty is nowhere to be found!" Nangong Hongxi complained while swatting at the mosquitoes and flies with her hand.

Li Mingzu stepped forward and, taking advantage of the old man's lack of preparedness, abruptly lifted the young woman's veil, revealing a pockmarked face. Instantly, all interest vanished.