Chapter 61: Your Heart Skipped a Beat

Initially, I wanted to step forward and start a conversation, but seeing their expression as if facing a formidable enemy, I suddenly realized they seemed to regard her as some kind of demon or monster.

Actually, idle chatter is sometimes extremely necessary. Take a gathering of friends for example; if everyone is unwilling to chat idly and just buries their heads in eating and drinking, would that meal be enjoyable? Would it feel completely insipid?

Empowered by the Dragon Pearl, the Dragon Fish paid no heed to Hua Yun's defense. A phantom of a divine dragon stirred the winds and clouds, surging forth frantically.

The Khitans were also a people of the horseback, and their scouting range was vast. At the very least, no hostile forces were discovered in the vicinity of the camp, but since riding horses through the dense forests in the east was inconvenient, they had not scouted that area thoroughly.

Instead of achieving half the results with double the effort, the divine abilities inherited from the murals were now becoming increasingly refined. The cultivation technique and the self were gradually merging into one. The "Moonlight" was no longer released aimlessly, and many things that had previously been quite strenuous to control were now gradually becoming second nature.

Hua Huan stood up and nodded toward the crowd. Scattered applause echoed through the conference room. No one knew Hua Huan, nor had they ever heard of the position of vice chairman. Looking at Hua Huan's young and beautiful appearance, everyone harbored a degree of suspicion in their hearts.

The Vermilion Bird Divine Scepter collided fiercely with the towering mountain peak, producing a deafening crash. Boulders tumbled down, and the thunderous roar caused the eardrums of the cultivators closer to the battlefield to bleed. Afterward, they were swept away by the expanding heat wave, letting out miserable screams and instantly losing their combat capability.

She continuously poured burning, spicy liquor down her throat, as if only fine wine could bring her some comfort. Qingyao watched with a heart full of unbearable sympathy, gradually drawing closer to Xuechan.

Another miserable scream rang out, adding an extra layer of horror to this place filled with the aura of death.

At this moment, he was also feeling insecure in his heart. Who knew when this world might suddenly decide that martial artists exceeding the Mysterious Spirit Realm were not permitted to enter, and simply obliterate him.

"I think you didn't go to report for work to Jiayi; you went to deliver cold skin noodles to Junying," Dagang interjected from the side.

When he returned from making the phone call, he glanced at Li Tianyi, who was sitting with his eyes closed, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"He is Deng Houfang, the captain of our Anti-Japanese United Army Special Operations Team, and I am Mo Xiaosheng." Mo Xiaosheng picked up the gun from the ground and handed it to He Liqing.

Especially those guest judges sitting below, who were still whispering and chatting among themselves, interrupted from time to time by bold students coming over for autographs. How could this possibly allow them to calmly appreciate Yin Le's performance, let alone give an objective and fair judgment?

Although it wasn't made very deliciously at first, time after time, the flavor continuously improved. Having made it so many times, even the Xuewu sisters eventually had to admit they were inferior.

Han Xiao dodged with exhaustion. His divine sense had instead become an auxiliary tool, and he was now entirely relying on that perceptual ability of knowing without seeing or hearing to evade.

Although his mark was not erased, he was jointly captured by Lei Ling'er and Han Xiao into Thunder City, rendering him completely unable to act ever again.

Wasn't that the old fellow she had seen in the Tower of Refining Heavens back then? That old fellow had even told her back then that he was merely an avatar of the Kunlun Mirror, and had furthermore gifted Xiao Long a counterfeit Kunlun Mirror as a token. That very trinket had even saved Xiao Long's life and helped him out of a massive bind.

The classroom gradually quieted down, leaving only a few pairs of children who were still lingering and chatting unexhaustedly with their partners before leaving. Sitting alone in their seats to pack up their things were only the slow-paced Qian Qian and Wei Youyang.

As for Ji Yunyan, she went to the back courtyard, called Ling Xing over, and instructed her to watch over Luo Shunchen by soaking him in the spiritual pool spring water, then feeding him a bowl of the spiritual pool spring water every three hours.

The Sixth Mountain was a large area planted with vegetables. Coincidentally, Ji Yunyan was also feeling hungry, so she harvested some vegetables and found a secluded place to make a fire and cook.

"Put down your weapon!" Accompanied by a faint tone, Tangtang turned his head to find that Kaor was pointing a gun right at his head!

"Imperial Physician Feng, every mother hopes for the best for her child." She interrupted Feng Jing's words; she had considered enough over these past few days.

"Mother has returned." As soon as Zhang Lan's carriage arrived, she saw Luo Qingrong waiting at the second gate accompanied by Luo Suijuan, Luo Xuyang, and Luo Xuming, causing her to sneer inwardly. This kind of superficial courtesy was what she excelled at the most.

Fearing that Zhou Shuxian probably already felt resentment in her heart due to the Empress Dowager's regard for Lan Xin, and had long wanted to go and discipline her personally, she hadn't expected Lan Xin to fall ill even earlier than her. Moreover, as an empress, rushing to visit a imperial concubine in person would somehow be rather unjustified.

Yet she believed there must be many misunderstandings in this; at least Su Hang would never harm the people of the Long family!

Second Prince Luo Xinghui's original intention was to appease the Empress Dowager's anger, but upon hearing Ji Yunyan's words, how could the Empress Dowager not be furious?

The banquet could no longer continue after being disrupted by a human head. Mr. Shi and Shi Le saw off the guests who had attended the banquet, and the hall instantly became much more desolate. I was the last one to bid farewell; Mr. Shi seemed to have words hanging on his lips, but it wasn't my place to inquire further into his affairs.

Fortunately, Liu Weiwei's face was covered by a scarf; otherwise, if someone had secretly photographed her and uploaded it to the internet, he feared he might become famous across Southeast Asia right along with her.

"You... I... I'm not going to let this go!" The pot-bellied middle-aged man endured the pain, gritted his teeth as he stared at Liu Xiaoxing, and roared angrily.

When the Phantom Dark Souls struck again, the Wind Mage "A Gale Through Rain and Night" immediately scattered their formation into utter disarray, leaving several of them dizzy and disoriented. Meanwhile, Ruoxi and Super Man made timely moves, and with the mages picking off targets one by one, the Phantom Dark Souls instantly collapsed in defeat.

During the previous attacks, Chu Yun had unleashed seventy strikes of the Monarch's Stride directly onto his palm, with every single step landing on the exact same spot, making it difficult for him to concentrate his power.