151 Crying Infant on the Snow 5

Back when he left, he already possessed strength close to that of a Heavenly Demonic Archmage. Now, with so many years having passed, many people speculated whether he had already stepped into the Heavenly Demonic Archmage realm, but since no one had seen him make a move all these years, no definitive conclusion could be drawn.

Within the wind-pressure domain, the Fairy Dance fluttered once again. Hundreds and thousands of elemental spirits poured in endlessly; despite their fierce and sharp assaults, they failed to disrupt that exquisite and ingenious battle dance.

"Oh? Brother Ma, you guys are finally back. How was it? Did everything go smoothly over there?" Qiao Xi'er stood on ceremony not at all, pulling a stool right over to sit beside Ma Chengfeng, asking with eager enthusiasm.

"Alright then, you can go take a turn around the workshop. Please put in some extra effort to oversee normal pharmaceutical standards, procurement channels, and sales issues," Qin Li said.

However, believed that with the flank support and assistance of the armies of Lanyu and Liao Yongzhong, the war situation in the western part of the Kipchak Khanate would surely take a favorable turn.

Sorrot opened his eyes wide, never expecting that instead of Rheinfelt, it was Andres who would refuse to let go of him.

Ma Chengfeng led the group along with the two brothers all the way east. After passing through an uneven swampy area, a mountain range indeed appeared ahead. Although these mountains were not high, they covered a vast expanse.

For this enemy's desperate, do-or-die attack, Istar naturally held a sense of respect. However, since this fellow wanted to kill him and take his life, it did not leave him in much of a pleasant mood.

"Splash!" Gang Xiang's eyes bulged wide, blood gushing continuously from his seven orifices. Without even letting out a groan, he slumped softly to the ground, perishing on the spot. Right atop his head, five deep holes were strikingly visible.

"Yo, how did you let him in? A whole guild of mine was beaten back over on my side," Su Muqiu said with a cheeky smile.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! A black vortex appeared in front of the flying arrows. Boom! Boom! Spatial explosions generated successive shockwaves. These shockwaves grew increasingly intense, and right in the central area, a wisp of mysterious dark-black flame actually emerged.

Rong Huan had never done anything so passionate and blood-boiling before. Encountering it out of the blue, she appeared exceptionally excited, straightened the longsword on her back, and followed closely behind.

"That works too." After offering her congratulations to Zhong Caini once more, Lin Jia took her leave and backed out of the room.

"Your subordinates are incompetent. They still insist on the original agreement—we can only choose one of the two options!" Suoluoke Xin expressed a somewhat helpless expression.

Crack! Crack! Swish! Swish! Fresh blood flowed from their bodies, as if there was a guiding force behind them, pulling the blood into the phantom pool. Free and Unfettered Scholar watched in astonishment as a massive dark shadow emerged at the center.

Both the Butterfly Dance Tribe and the Green Willow Tribe made a living within the ruling territory of the Tushan Tribe, but the heritage of both tribes went back quite a ways, making them seasoned veterans within the circle of medium-sized tribes.

When Shen Hongxian had escorted Hua Pengfei out of the cave and returned, Lingxuzhi was holding a duck in his hands as well. However, he wasn't playing with it, but rather performing acupuncture. He administered needles one by one with practiced ease, then placed the duck on the ground. To his surprise, the duck shook its neck from side to side, and then began to hop away merrily.

Xin Yun did not want to say any more, merely muttering inwardly: *You think you are Master Prefect's secretary and the matter my master entrusted to you can be handled so easily? Just wait until my master speaks of those three conditions later; it's bound to scare you to death.*

"Understood." From Director Long's slightly angry tone, Chief of Security Gu Jun had already sensed the severity of the situation, even though he didn't yet know what had specifically happened.

He would always remember that day when Ruoxian, driven to a dead end and at her lowest and most desperate moment, came to seek him out, begging him to help her father and her fiancé.

Li Haobai stripped off his clothes and jumped into the pool. It felt warm, smooth, and extremely comfortable—so comfortable that his scalp tingled and every pore seemed to open up. Li Haobai let out a breath and couldn't help closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I couldn't save you; you've suffered," Qiao Zhiyan said as tears instantly fell.

The soul ghost stared blankly, closing his eyes. He could sense that the soul no longer existed within the demon, but he simply found it hard to believe.

"You say it and I believe it. It seems that in your heart, I am much more handsome than Chen Yige!" Nian Hua said this with a sour note.

He did not want to run into a scene like that again, nor did he wish to lose control and hurt her once more. Better out of sight, out of mind.

Having spent over a decade in military camp, his originally straightforward temper now suffered no concealment whatsoever.

This was what she found most unbearable, yet her own mother remained oblivious, thinking her job had no meaning whatsoever.

At this moment, a somewhat chubby ghost came running over with a gurgling sound and teased.

He knew very well that to his master, even if the sky were to fall right now, it wouldn't be as important as the Empress.

Duan Moshen gave Yu Keke plenty of face tonight; the gathered reporters and various young scions all witnessed Duan Moshen's indulgence toward Yu Keke. Those who used to look down on Yu Keke hid themselves away, fearing that Duan Moshen might target them on her behalf.

The calm and composed expression on Zheng Shaoying's face instantly collapsed. He looked suspiciously at Xu Chujing standing before him, his voice trembling slightly.

Afterward, the old man raised his head to gaze at the forest, a look of shock crossing his face as he roared out, "Why won't you let us climb the mountain?"

The Myriad Identification Convention lasted for a total of seven days, and the third day was a rather special occasion.

"Cheng Yuan, this thing is for you." Liu Xueming wanted to shove the gemstone into Zhou Chengyuan's hands.

Yu Keke lifted her gaze and ran right into Duan Moshen. In that single instant, it felt as though she saw that boy sweating profusely on the sports field once more—clean and sunny.

Practicing martial arts had become an instinct for him now; it required no supervision, and furthermore, he had to rely on fighting in underground boxing matches to earn his tuition and living expenses.

Her hand clutching the money broke out in a slight sweat, trying her best to avoid the probing gaze of that auntie.

Over the next few days, Gao Jiesheng would try to curry favor at the academy every other day, while Chen Yin happened to be busy during those exact two days.

"Old? Alright then." Qi Chuchu seemed to be asking herself, and then she asked Qianyu to find a piece of stone, preparing to carve a seal.

Once this experiment concluded, Chen Xiang immediately circulated the inner energy of the Divine Illumination Scripture to repair her brutally battered body. Afterward, dragging her fatigued and aching body, she recharged with another twenty degrees of electricity and commenced the next experiment.