Poor Xi Xi

Chapter 849 Lan Qi Has Really Summoned a God This Time

The snow began to fall heavier in Brilda.

The increasingly dense snowflakes drifted down to the foot of the towering Ostro Highlands, embraced by an endless expanse of verdant pine forests.

On the western side of the city, rising from the undulating terrain, stood an imposing, temple-like beige structure: the Imperial Military Staff Headquarters and the Imperial Army General Headquarters.

Deep within this building, in its core, the Hall of the Divine Heirs resembled an underground theater, encircled by twelve imposing arched doorways, its dome inlaid with...

At this moment, he lay naked on the sofa, his clothes scattered on the floor, his head swimming, trying to recall something.

With the sound of a beam firing, a swirling vortex of rainbow light flew toward the Thunder Pauldron.

"You can bring this out, so I guess you've found a way to deal with it." Ye Yuan closed the lid of the box and placed it on his lap.

Although Yan Kehan was unable to pry out any clues to their crimes from Yu He and the other two, it didn't mean he had gained nothing. At least he found evidence of Huo Yongping's crimes and obtained a great deal of information from those assassins.

At this moment, his cultivation at the peak of the Fourth Revolution Upper-stage Immortal Star Lord Realm had reached the extreme of the shackles. As long as there was a slight external stimulus, he could smoothly advance.

"I'll take you away from here first, and come back to get it myself later." Lin Feng said truthfully. As a thief, he could do many things that other professions could not, but he couldn't ensure Wu Xiaomeng's safety.

Because no one can resist the control of the Shengsi Menghuan San (Life and Death Dream Illusion Powder), so he doesn't have to worry about our loyalty.

Yi Yi took a bite of braised pork. It was smooth but not greasy, with a very good taste. It melted in her mouth and had a lot of meat juice, truly a superb dish.

The emperors of China, although they also called themselves Tianzi (Son of Heaven), meaning the son of heaven, could at most be considered political leaders. Few people would really regard the emperor as the son of heaven.

"Student Wang Bin, please stand up and answer this question." The elegant teacher Duan Jizhi said softly, his sharp eyes like a sharp sword, piercing into Wang Bin's body.

"Azhi..." Qing Ruifan was much better now. He did feel unbearable when he saw Yang Lian'er before, and his guilt had made him stay with Yang Lian'er for so long.

Tang Xiao's eyes were calm, and with a wave of his hand, the Cang Qiong Zhi Ren (Blade of the Azure Sky) disappeared instantly, hidden again in his wrist.

Ding Huo took another step, getting closer to Zi Luolan and Li Chengqian. At this time, the expression on Zi Luolan's face became more anxious, constantly urging Ding Huo to leave, but Li Chengqian revealed a hint of smugness.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Do you want me to chase you away?" Wu Ming swept away his just now depressed look and said indifferently.

"Is he also from the immortal race?" Ami asked, he thought he was just an old lunatic who popped up from somewhere.

After the thunder, a thick cloud in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing the Demon Bull King with its claws and fangs bared.

The first seventy-millimeter shell fired by Li Ziyuan flew over the mountain where the target was located and landed directly behind the Japanese position. Apart from scaring the Japanese and puppet troops on the mountain, it almost accidentally injured the Japanese and puppet troops guarding the mountain and the encircling force.

"She didn't confirm it either, did she?" As he spoke, he began to walk towards the arena, with the reporter following closely.

"That's what he asked for!" Jian Jian'er's almond eyes widened. She hadn't even asked him for her reward yet, and he was asking her for compensation. Was there any justice in this world?

"Young Master Lin, what are your orders?" Ma Dong respectfully asked Lin Feng beside him and took the bag Lin Feng was holding.

Han Nianzhen knew about Tong Zhiruo that night. She remembered that night very well. Turning her head to look at Sherry, Sherry looked away, obviously acquiescing.