135 Echoes of the Past 7

Pushing open the office door, Xing Feng saw the man sitting in his chair, his thick brows furrowed tightly as he inhaled and exhaled clouds of smoke.

"Shut your mouth!" Gu Zishan, driven by shame and anger, stood up and moved to strike again, only to be held back by Gu Juntao and Yan Kai.

"Alright, I'll come as soon as I put these things down." Although Yang Yongan did not break into a run, he lengthened his stride and picked up his pace.

"I know I am unfilial, but... from the day Hao Xue entered the palace, you should have expected that such a day would come!" Fu Xuanyue said coldly.

Qiao Chu lowered her head and walked out; when this man was displeased, it was impossible to tell just how deep his displeasure ran.

Post 23: Hello everyone, this is the OP. Hehe, I didn't expect so many people to be here so late, so I'll continue the story.

Qiao Chu thought he wouldn't agree; after all, she had been staying in this hospital ward for the past few days, and he had been accompanying her every day.

But looking at Lin Anwan's calm and gentle eyes, Gu Liangsen could not help but feel a surge of curiosity and anticipation.

He had left in such a hurry that he wasn't wearing a suit, and he didn't have an overcoat to take off and drape over her shoulders, just a white dress shirt.

"Oh, what's there to be busy about? Besides, even if I were busy, I would still have to see you off," Luo Wang said to Chu Ye with a smile.

In an instant, a pitch-black longsword was pressed against Feng Lang's neck. Simultaneously, Luo Hao unleashed several bursts of internal energy, sealing the opponent's meridians to prevent any last-ditch counterattack.

I stood there in a daze, and in that moment, cold sweat began to pour down my forehead. I didn't know how to face what was happening before my eyes.

This establishment had powerful backing—it belonged to Aunt Mei. Anyone in the know gave her face, and as for those who didn't know and dared to cause trouble, the security guards and Chen Xi would have already dealt with them.

However, Li Mubai had no time for deep thought, for he felt an even more powerful hidden force concealed beneath the surging thunder energy, traveling through his fist and into his body—a strike hidden within a strike.

The disciples were noncommittal. They didn't know what was in Thirteen's heart, but based on his performance yesterday, it was impossible not to be worried.

She looked at Chen Xiaoran, adjusted her emotions, revealed a faint, alluring smile, and walked toward him.

For this, Weiwu felt quite indignant; he simply could not tolerate the slightest insult directed at me. I, however, remained indifferent. The world laughs at me for being too crazy; I laugh at the world for not seeing the truth. It no longer matters how the world views me, as long as Weiwu understands and supports me, that is enough.

After hearing Tongtian's explanation, Baozi nodded. With the explanation combined with the video, everything became much easier to understand. Afterward, Baozi asked a dozen more questions, recording them in a notebook.

The explosive force was entirely contained within his palm, without affecting the outside world in the slightest.

Compared to ten thousand elite soldiers, the rank of the general seemed less significant.

Just moments ago, Wang Xiu had escaped again, taking out two helicopters and injuring a dozen police officers before leaving.

Zhan Jing's lips moved a few times, but he said nothing more. As for Fairy Yunbo, ever since she had been soundly thrashed by the mechanical beast three days ago, her arrogance had vanished.

He had just been praising his son for his cunning, so why, when it came to his own turn, had he lost his sense of direction?

Most of the other roots and branches embedded in the ground had already been dug out by Bai Qi; only the main root of the Soul-Blood Vine and one secondary root remained buried in the soil.

Upon arriving home, he changed his clothes, gathered the necessary items, and headed out to catch the bus to school.

Fang Chengjun dodged his wife's tugging, standing tall and vigorous before the window. "Wang Junmei, is your anger satisfied now?" If not, he wouldn't mind lending her a hand.

"Master! Our informant just sent word; so far, there has been no news of any mishap involving Qin Ming."

Hunting for game was secondary; Qin Shou mostly wanted to see how much his inventions had eased the burden on the common folk.

Thinking of facing a hegemon-level soul beast, everyone's heart turned cold, feeling as if they were about to be swallowed by the endless gray gloom of this underworld.

Bai Qi gazed at the newly manifested illusion, still somewhat in disbelief. The previously useless "Illusory Killing Elephant" might not be able to kill enemies, but at least it looked like something now.

"This, that, fine, I'll draw then," Li Xin said, scratching his head. He glanced at Li Tong inadvertently, and Li Tong happened to be looking at him as well. As their eyes met, Li Xin felt that sensation intensify even further.

"I will lead the attack, and you cover me." Having completely abandoned all pretense of dignity, this was both an acknowledgment of Feng Chen and a judgment of the current situation. The fastidious guard not only didn't reject fighting side-by-side, but even took the initiative to propose a tactic, however simple it might be.

Once Yingzi accompanied Yunfei out, Sakuragi Hanamichi chatted with the Japanese eunuch for a while longer before seeing the wretched creature off.

Hearing this, the few police officers were stunned. Watching Li Xin walk toward them step by step, they didn't dare to move.

In short, even the Grand Cathedral, the most principled religious institution Lu Xi had seen in two lifetimes, still had its own realistic and scheming side.

The sharpness of the Panlong Spear was not inferior to the keen edge of Yuchang, and perhaps even stronger.

With this thought, the aura of the Xuanyuan Sword became even sharper. Without lingering, it strode proudly toward the seventh level.

His dharma form shattered, and the Blue Shark clan leader's face turned deathly pale, causing him to vomit several mouthfuls of blood.

Maizi did not refute him, but looked at him with complex eyes for a moment before pulling her hand away from Ye Zifan's.

"If that's the case! Then why do you still cause trouble for Luochen? If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you..." Yin Yunhan's voice was choked with tears, yet filled with immense anger.

She still remembered an advertisement slogan she quite liked back in the modern era: "Life is a journey; what matters is the scenery along the way." Having come here, the only thing she could care about was the scenery along the way.

The cooperation between the two sides was entirely beneficial to the Yangyang Sports Center. Previously, their ticket sales revenue was almost negligible and could not really be counted as income. Whenever stars visited, security became a major problem, and recruiting extra guards was a significant cost.

Usually, the assistant coaches rarely participated in "state training." They wouldn't even glance at this side, simply organizing the players for their normal training, as if the two sides' training had no intersection at all.