Echoes of the Past 9

A low ripple of laughter echoed through the surroundings. Su Liu’s face flushed red as he unleashed his full aura of pressure. Since these people were at most at the lower ranks of the Silver Soul realm, they instantly grew terrified and scattered in all directions.

That white lotus actually kissed another boy? Didn’t she say she liked Su Chen? How could she turn around and kiss another guy just like that?

She stood up to feel for the aftereffects of the "random timed agility halving." Perhaps it was not yet time for it to trigger, but aside from feeling a bit physically weak, she felt relatively fine.

"There is no Watt, this is the truth." Even if it wasn't true, she couldn't let it show; her heart was filled with a guilty conscience.

"Host, do you think this person has had his masochistic attribute excavated by you?" Chiu Chiu had watched the entire process and felt a bit suspicious. Was he actually unhappy about not being bitten? During her first three worlds, her host's feeding demeanor was far from ordinary in its ferocity.

The wet nurse’s expression remained normal and respectful, truly looking as though she felt a deep sense of gratitude for the trouble she had caused Su Muyao.

"It seems your parents have sold you to me." Gu Huaijin reached out, wrapped his arm around Yi Zukun’s neck, pulled him in close, and planted a loud kiss on his cheek. In nearly every previous world, he had been a person unloved by his father and uncared for by his mother; it was a rare occasion for him to be the "dominant" one.

Monk Buzhou’s gaze was like a torch, staring fixedly into Old Freak Xu’s weathered face, as if he wanted to lock onto Old Freak Xu’s very lifeline.

"Really?" Upon hearing this, the gloomy clouds on Liu Shiyi’s face instantly vanished, and his eyes shone brightly as he looked at Liu Qiqi.

Mingyue just wanted to approach when the horse started to grow agitated. Rouxin stroked it for a moment, and only then did it gradually calm down.

Finally, at the end of the corridor, I found a utility room! Without a second thought, with Xue Xueqi piggybacked on my back, I pushed open the door of the utility room and ducked inside.

After entering the capital, Xuan Fei went to keep watch outside the Marquis’s estate. Young Master Qingcheng had already been reinstated to his official position. When he finished his official duties, got off his carriage to return to the mansion, he noticed someone beckoning to him.

Right at the start, his blue buff was aggressively stolen. It was truly a start full of smiles, followed by total bewilderment throughout the process. Sun Shangxiang had already taken down the bottom lane turret too. Before this, Ming Shiyin had only tethered her once right at the beginning and never touched the tether again.

Once Duan Jinghui joined the entire battlefield, the situation underwent a earth-shattering transformation once more. They were the most combat-capable force on our side, and coupled with Hou Ning’s group—who had hardly consumed any stamina just moments before—and the remainder of Qian Hanchao’s group, our imposing procession grew more and more valiant the longer we fought.

Words falling, Shishi took out her phone, had Nie Suxin help tap the icon to open the dialer, and then placed a call to Nie Hongzhang.

Since one could cultivate here as well, that would be for the best. Yin Hao was currently only at the Nascent Soul stage and rather preferred not to expose himself outside.

Thinking of this, Su Yuna could not help falling into a daze out of curiosity: What on earth had Ye Xiaotian experienced during all those years abroad? How could he have changed so drastically?

For some reason, she felt that Ye Ning was extraordinarily unusual, as if there was something about him that drew her in. Therefore, despite being extremely coy after losing the match, in that very instant, she cast aside all the burdens in her heart and walked straight toward Ye Ning.

Colit arrived at the room that should have been filled with keys, only to find it ransacked and completely destroyed. The heavy door stood wide open, looking very much like it had been forced open by violent means.

Yet at this moment, Su Qingyan still buried her head tightly against Lin Ran’s chest, refusing to lift it up, nor did she reply.

Sitting at his desk, Lin Ran looked up and spotted the English class representative, Zhou Hua, walking over, opening with his familiar sarcastic tone.

Good grief, if that wine were merely delicious, that would be one thing, but now it could also prolong life, strengthen the body, and invigorate male vitality—who could possibly resist such a thing?

When Harry asked Professor McGonagall, the only response she got was to wait for Colit to return.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it is indeed this man. His name is Wuhuan Dui, of the Wuhuan family." A deputy general dragged up a soldier who was huddled together and shivering violently.

A few days ago, she had just checked Shen Lan’s mobile phone and discovered that he was cheating on her with Song Wannwan. As a result, Song Wannwan came to find her today and tossed her a check, telling her to break up with Shen Lan.

The Imperial Noble Consort took it somewhat inexplicably. Li Huoyue’s attitude was truly a classic case of beating someone with a stick only to hand over a sweet date afterward.

With a "swish" sound, that arrow flew straight toward the chest of the wriggling creature on the left, and the creature collapsed to the ground.

Seeing Zhuang Yan’s calm expression, Fang Chen knew he had no romantic intentions toward An Xinrong, which greatly set his mind at ease.

Observing the other party's helpless expression, Lin Jiaren found it rather amusing. *I’ve got you pegged, what are you going to do about it?* He was well aware that only by stubbornly insisting that he had fallen in love with Cai Yi would the other party relax their guard and believe whatever he said next.

Hearing this slight remark and realizing that he was likely about to reveal some inside information she was completely unaware of, Wei Wei shook her head to indicate she didn't know much. Zixing wore an equally blank expression, staring wide-eyed at Xuan Yuan Wentian.

At that moment, the entire world was shaken to its core. The priority of this matter surpassed everything else, leaving no spare time whatsoever to pay attention to other affairs. This was precisely the real reason why Chu Yiyun was puzzled as to why America had not taken any reactive measures against them. With the world on the verge of destruction, who still had the heart to care about anything else?

Li Haolong said nothing, his heart filled with boundless grief at that moment. The fact that he was able to reach this place was bought with the lives of his brothers, yet now he was forced to flee far away, leaving him overwhelmed with guilt.

"Brother Shide, do you have any pointers?" Zhang Tao asked with a cupped-fist salute. Since the other party could tell he was a newcomer, he would naturally be aware of his predicament and seemed to be offering a way out.

Li Haolong’s head suddenly buzzed as if it had exploded. The last journey? What did that mean? He hurriedly asked, "Director Li, what on earth do you mean by that?"

If he had known earlier, he should have just gone straight up and wiped them out. There would have been no need to make a fool of himself now. Besides, he had already declared that he wouldn't take advantage of his opponent, making it hard to take back his words. This fierce battle today was bound to spread like wildfire; if he went back on his word now, wouldn't he just be slapping his own face?

"Young Master, at this critical juncture, we must absolutely not show our faces again!" the black-robed man advised tactfully.

The moment she stepped into the room, Yuanniang felt Zhuo Xiyu glaring at her with pure hatred. She blinked; she didn't seem to have offended her, did she? Why did she look as though she couldn't wait to devour her alive?

The workers all returned to the village following Fusheng, leaving not a single worker at the construction site. Foreman Sun watched everyone leave, let out a sigh, and turned back to place a call to President Jiang.

Wang Yangke sighed, his wooden saber reverting to its original form, and sprinted off in one direction, while he himself bolted back into the netherworld rift. A foolish method, yet effective every time; the Ancestor of the Chen Clan’s latest grand spell had failed once again.

A day later, Huang Li walked into the room once more, only to find that Liu Dingtian had already sat up, crossing his legs on the bed. The spiritual energy in the surroundings was being drawn into his body like a whale drinking water, forming a small vortex right in front of his chest.