“Goodness, what a beautiful cat.”

Sigrid stared at the pillow-soft cat in Lan Qi's arms, marveling.

She immediately thought of the wildcat friend of Cat Boss that Hiberian had mentioned during lunch. This cat had actually run into their kitchen.

But seeing how big this cat was, it obviously ate a lot.

"Uh."

Lan Qi looked down at Talia the cat.

He only saw that the big gray cat was uncharacteristically docile, as if he was swallowing the bitter fruit he had planted himself. Helpless, the Gu family cultivators swarmed to attack this former Gu family genius.

Not night, but more like night. Heaven and earth fell into a deathly silence, gloomy to the extreme. The wind outside howled coldly, and from time to time, the rustling of wind blowing through the leaves could be heard.

That Seventh Brother was even more different. Every palm strike of his targeted a person's vital points, every move was a killing move. Moreover, his moves were erratic, with no rules to follow.

"Xue Taiji, you sure know how to distort right and wrong, relying on your immortal arts, not seeking blessings for the common people, but instead threatening and forcing, acting as a tyrant and harming one side, do you know your crime?" Wang Hao laughed.

Letting out a breath, after Jian Xia Ke finished all this, he collapsed into a Ge You slouch in the pavilion. In the pavilion, Jian Xia Ke closed his eyes and rested for a while. After his spirit had recovered to the best it could be, Jian Xia Ke suddenly stood up from the pavilion.

Su Yunqing sighed beside her. She could now see that Yan Yu was not making a "personal attack" because Chen Lingyun did not look the least bit humiliated or hurt.

"Divine weapons are just a type of weapon, while divine artifacts include both divine weapons and magic treasures such as Guanyin's jade bottle!" the system replied.

But the beasts were already dead, impossible to be killed again. Whether they were halved or smashed to pieces, they all turned into a cloud of green smoke, reviving themselves.

Those eighteen cuts automatically widened, automatically flowing out bright red dragon blood, dragon blood in a state of ecstasy.

None of them had expected that even Jinchi Dapeng would lose this match. That terrifying speed would actually be defeated by a Fuwen formation.

"Do I have to have something to ask you out? Can't I miss you?" Li Mengyao made a joke that she didn't know if it counted as a joke.

However, those who could reach the sixth floor were not easy to provoke, so no one paid attention to anyone. Acquaintances greeted each other and then sat quietly. Even familiar people communicated through sound transmission.

Chen Hao secretly memorized these two names. People who could make the Prince keep his promise must be very powerful.

"Tell me everything about the Orc Project, I want detailed information. As long as you speak, I will let you go." Chen Hao said seriously.

"That's more like it, I thought you didn't want to contact me anymore!" As she said this, Qin Manyun revealed a hint of resentment for the first time.

Because of Mei Chuan Da Yang's movements, blood spurted out again from the two bloody holes in his legs, the blood remaining on the ring, extremely glaring.

As a visionary and far-sighted elder brother, Xiao Bohan needed to make more assumptions and precautions. However, he knew one thing: even if the world were in chaos, they would have to wait until after the Spring Festival to take action. This was the Chinese way of doing things; everyone would be unhurried.

If something like this were allowed to run rampant throughout the country, how many people would suffer from its poison? How many people would, under emotional control, commit shootings and beatings like Fifth Brother?

After the three of them ate in the South District cafeteria, they went straight back to the dormitory. The afternoon class was the first and second periods, and there was still time, so they could take a nap in the dormitory.

Sorry? Ye Tianyu was stunned. He thought Zhou Jing had called him to explain things, but he didn't expect these three words to come out first.

The bright moon hangs high, and the crape myrtles in the moonlight dance in the autumn wind. They cannot escape this fate of moving with the wind.