34 Time Travel to the Qing Dynasty (34)

Mo Fan did not stand on ceremony; he picked up a taro, peeled it, and ate. It was slightly salty, sticky, chewy, and quite delicious.

"Fine, fine, you're the best!" Lin Qianxia said with a casual compliment, and Shangguan Yu was overjoyed.

The Ninth Prince could not help but feel a sense of crisis. Of course, he was not worried that Fu Liang would snatch Fusuni away; he simply felt that if such an outstanding man admired Fusuni, would he not be failing her if he could not be even stronger than him?

Qiu Qiu did not speak, her mood dampened. She truly wanted to give it a try, but what if Leng Yan did not agree?

Shi Jichan drove the car along the empty highway. The journey was dull, so You Youle began to ask for the story hidden in Can Cang’s mouth.

The seaweed was green and coral-shaped, resembling *Qilin* greens. They grew in stalks; the largest Mo Fan had ever seen were over ten meters tall with lush branches. Ordinary seaweed was half a meter tall and had the freshest taste.

The danger period the doctors spoke of had not yet passed. Lin Qianxia looked through the glass door at Cen Xi inside the ward, feeling heartbroken. Her mother had called her just yesterday; how could she be lying in a hospital bed in the blink of an eye?

Bo Yan leaned into Jin An’s embrace, suddenly recalling the scene when Jin An had protected her during the assassination on Vermilion Bird Street. Back then, she could not see, so she was even more sensitive to her surroundings. The sense of security she felt then was exactly the same as it was today.

Mu Ziqing pursed her lips. Suddenly, Jiang Yixuan’s face leaned toward her. Subconsciously, Mu Ziqing closed her eyes.

Her skeptical words had just fallen when she heard the familiar sound of an AWM rifle ring out again. She then saw the person in the ghillie suit, who had been lying perfectly well on the opposite side, suddenly erupt in green smoke. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a crate, lying there quietly.

The three of us adjusted the tactical lights on our helmets, our gas masks hanging ready on our chests. We lined up longitudinally, holding the coffin lid on both sides, with the "Gold-Steel Umbrella" held in front. Fatty, who was at the very back, carried a large gear bag, ensuring we were shielded tightly from every angle.

The only thing that worried him was the dark shadow that had saved him. It looked like an animal, and he felt as if he had seen it before, yet he could not recall where.

"Is there no danger?" Lin Rui asked in a low voice, for he himself felt that this place was dangerous. Why, then, had Xu Chi not issued a warning and instead let everyone go searching for items?

I saw his fist clenched on the stair railing, veins bulging. At that moment, I wanted to back away; if he swung a palm down from that position, I would be crippled.

The long wound on my second brother Zhang Hua’s back was soaked in seawater, and it looked truly miserable! Yet, the shape of the wound did not seem to be caused by a sea serpent.

As everyone dispersed to the cafeteria, the bathhouse, and the dormitories, Ye Ping’s figure suddenly appeared clearly before Ye Fan.

However, in contrast to this excellent effect, the rarity of the Seven Profound Demon Body Pill was equally extreme.

Seeing Hua Yuye arrive, the grave-robbing man cast a hopeful gaze toward him. Hua Yuye, unable to bear the sight, nodded. It was driven more by emotion than reason; given Hua Yuye’s character, once he promised, he would definitely do it, even if he did not like it. It was a complex psychological process.

I decided to be a good student. This seems to be the second time I’ve made a resolution to study hard, haha! I’ve been busy cultivating the Dao lately and almost forgot I was a student. Right, studying hard is the priority.

When Yuan Futong returned to the Shadow Dragon Mountain fortress, Ying Yan was already there. Although Ying Yan had also exhausted much of his power to rush back and had become quite weak, he persisted in waiting for Yuan Futong’s return rather than going to his cave dwelling to rest and recover.

"Only just realized?" Jun Shaoyan retorted, his movements not slowing in the slightest. With another strike of his sword, he forced the man back and charged directly into the Cloud Martial formation.

However, this skeleton wall was too thick, and even if one killed the skeletons in front, it was impossible to kill those behind.

He still had not taken the pill that Xia Jiuchai had given him years ago—the one that could increase the success rate of breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm—because he had a premonition that the true timing for his own soul formation had not yet arrived. Even if he took the pill, it would be a wasted effort.

On this day, the West Valley held a council of elders, and Feng Pingjing actually brought Yan Han along to participate.

At this moment, Dongfang Zhen, Li Sheng, and the other four alchemists stared at the spiritual energy within the magic array, filled with excitement.

He had wanted to use divine arts to resist, but after the recent battle with Jin Choujiu, his spiritual power and mental energy were severely depleted. Now, his body was drained, and he truly could not manifest them.

However, Lu Qi was not proficient in this innate ability. The reason was simple: he had no opportunity to use it. After all, he was mostly dealing with monsters, and many monsters possessed dark attributes, which were repelled by light magic.

Now that the signs of the secret realm opening had appeared, they would set off that very day for the great snow-capped mountain.

"Mom, can I come along?" Ai Lala grabbed Aila’s apron, looking at her mother with longing eyes.

This cake was huge, even though Jun Tianyu had registered the patent early on and had Jun Shaoyan design an anti-disassembly encryption device.

When they returned to the inn, they found that Bai Niang and the others had not rested either; they were all waiting for them.

"I have failed the King of Hell; she is the child of Hell," Tang Xin said to the eighteen prison lords before him, his voice heavy.