Night of the Fallen Snow 3

However, to develop such a thing would require not only a team of high-IQ geniuses but also a genuinely workable ghost.

I wonder what the so-called "Heaven Seizing Divine Artifact" looks like here? Upon learning the artifact’s name, Ling Aotian’s curiosity about this "Heaven Seizing Divine Artifact" only intensified. Driven by this curiosity, he once again examined the new information that had appeared in his mind.

Song Hao’s face lit up with delight. Raising his right hand, he casually pointed, and immediately, another wooden box floated before him. The lid opened, revealing something inside that bore a resemblance to common lotus seeds.

A powerhouse! Ling Aotian’s pupils contracted sharply—he had realized that the one locking onto him was an extraordinarily powerful being.

With a gentle push, a thick plank was sliced from the timber. It was three fingers wide, two fingers thick, smooth and straight, without any bend or curve.

Yet something happened that the Lord of Destruction had not anticipated. Ling Aotian and his primary avatar did indeed launch a fierce attack on the Lord of Destruction at the very first moment, but the Sacred Fate avatar, utilizing the Nine Absolute Steps, circled behind the Lord of Destruction and, taking advantage of his backward movement, struck with his sword straight at the lord’s back.

Nalan Ruyan halted her steps. She had not intended to deal with such occasions; it was simply too unexpected.

Ling Aotian paused for a moment, then quickly understood. The Tower of Shattering Saints had existed in the world for countless years. In all those endless ages, the powerful beings whose sacred fates had been absorbed by the tower in its early days clearly could not still be alive. In other words, those more than seven million sacred fates now had no owners.

Shang Ya immersed herself in the water, damp hair clinging to her forehead, her cheeks flushed by the steam rising from the bathtub.

If it had been any other day, Mei Xiaogui could have done as she pleased; saving her life would have been enough to repay that old favor.

If they truly escaped, the furious boss might hunt them to the ends of the earth.

Recently, the young man wore a hint of sly satisfaction. He was convinced that his current schemes would keep Ji Shiqin so terrified that she would not sleep for a day.

Mu Keke lifted her head, her eyes blazing as she stared at Ji Nuan’er. Unfortunately, Ji Nuan’er did not look at her but focused instead on Ling Muchen.

Zhao Shulan’s sarcastic tone was nothing new to Ning Xi; she was not at all surprised by the barbed comments.

After Zhang Hanqing left, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number reserved for military district confidentiality.

“What about the mercenaries? Are we not picking them up as planned?” asked a blond member of the team. According to the original plan, they were all supposed to rendezvous with the mercenaries here.

Anyone would feel mortified to have their backside exposed to everyone in broad daylight, only to be spanked hard by their own father. They would surely wish for the ground to swallow them up.

This time, Lin Feng had only planned to bring out a single polygonum root, so there was no need to wait for the auction. The medicinal market was right on West Main Street, an entire avenue of apothecary shops, with stalls thick as ants on the roadside and a constant clamor of shouting and haggling.

“What tremendous ice energy—but do you not know I am the Fire Spirit Mark? You’re doomed to lose this time!” Fang Gang laughed heartily, completely unconcerned by his own numb limbs.

Just imagine, even a grand city like Luoyang could only spare a measly five thousand bushels of grain! Poorer provinces and counties had even less to offer.

“I’m late,” Linglong forced a smile and went to the vacant seat beside Wuxiang. Wuxiang, who usually sparred with Linglong, for once squeezed Linglong’s hand in comfort.

There simply was no way to accomplish such things—were they even real? Ouyang Jin came over to him, thinking that verifying these medical skills he had studied would be very simple, nothing difficult at all.

Besides the food shortage, the continuous snowfall severely disrupted the Tang Empire’s transport and trade routes.

A chill wind blew across her face, making An Bai’s pores all seem to open. Whether it was exhaustion or sheer terror, sweat began to bead all over her body, and her palm was clammy around the rifle.

I let out a sigh, hefted him onto the car, found out where his house was, and drove him home.

Fang Jun was astonished. What exactly was the Seven-Colored Lotus, to have such miraculous effects?

Sensing the power left behind by the Emperor Xuan, Blood Impermanence urged Jiang Yun to seek out Blood Danqing without delay.

Feng Wuxiu’s laughter was still echoing when a scornful voice sounded from midair in the cave. At once, a handsome figure descended from above.

If the gap between you and your enemy is vast, wasting some strength is of little consequence. But if your strengths are evenly matched, even the slightest deficit could spell disaster.

“Impressive. Interesting. The temperature’s just right,” said Lin Fan, engulfed in golden flames that burned across every inch of his skin.

Lu Qiming jerked his head up. Though his senior brother’s words seemed casual, to him they brimmed with strength.

Wan Ping pursed her lips, a trace of dejection in her expression. Then, gritting her teeth, she picked up the mop again and headed for the washroom.

“Director Ling, even if you hadn’t mentioned it, I’d intended to do just that!” Huan Huarong said with a smile.