Chapter 63: Asuma: Wait, the Noob Was Me All Along?

Xue Ziyi was far from foolish and could easily catch their meaning, yet she said nothing, a fleeting blush flashing across her smooth, jade-like face.

Now that An Miaoyi had been captured and Li Heishui had made such a ludicrous request, Chu Feng finally began to take them seriously. However, since the words were already out, he could only offer his apologies.

"Wait, there are good things here." Zhao Yuan walked while observing his surroundings, suddenly spotting a few precious medicinal herbs amidst a patch of weeds.

The two found an inn to stay at, had the waiter serve plenty of wine, dishes, and hot soup, and inquired about some recent bizarre anecdotes.

"That's right, Boss Zhao, my young master said that your fourth uncle, Mr. Zhao Si, is practicing medicine in the county town. Would you like to go and see him?" Wan Ning asked.

"I wouldn't call it liking, exactly, but he is quite unique. He is always shrouded in a sense of mystery, carrying a sort of urge that makes you can't help but want to explore," Huoya answered generously, directly expressing her feelings.

"Today we'll skip it. I'll give you a thorough day of rest. Starting tomorrow morning, I will teach you for a month, and you must firmly remember everything from this month," Oriental White said.

"The Innate Realm? Is that really, quite impressive then!" At this moment, Lin Yue listened to Ye Ruyu's words, then immediately nodded and said.

As for the other two domains, they were targeted by a coalition of other demon clans, who similarly intended to uproot both domains in one fell swoop. Even if anyone managed to escape, it could only be Ling Daoning or Yin Yitian.

They also thought that if Qin Yu had some friendship with the Thunder Flame Swordsman, perhaps they could win the Thunder Flame Swordsman over.

As a soldier, Francisco should have died to preserve his integrity and defend the dignity of his country. Unfortunately, the price of this dignity was too high. Two years of experiences had turned this proud general into a supporter of the capitulationist faction.

Wang Tianbao understood tacitly, quickly casting a knowing, seductive glance at Tang Zeng, and abruptly shifted his attack on Bu Yaoqiao's astral palace downward by thirty percent.

Leaving Wang Hao and Xiang Zhuang as they entered the military camp, before long they reached the outside of Xiang Yu's tent, only to hear the sounds of singing, dancing, and cheering from within.

At this time, many people finally remembered to use the astral projection technique to check Tang Zeng's martial cultivation realm and see how many tiers he had reached.

Marquis of Jianyan Xiao Yan remained silent. He had heard of Qi Tianshou's reputation as the third son of the Marquis of Qi. They all said that a heroic father would not breed a dog-like son. Xiao Yan had met the Marquis of Qi, who was truly an outstanding hero among men, but he did not have much cognitive understanding of what his son was like.

What was even more hateful was that the outside world had given him the moniker "Diarrhea Prince," making him want to kill everyone in the know who had watched the video.

With her current combat power, once she utilized the might of the precious robe, she would dare to fight even a primary Dao Ancestor.

It must be said that this order was clear and decisive. Aside from a lingering touch of Pavlovian fussiness, it was largely free of errors.

"Uncle! I'm not leaving! How could I possibly abandon you all?" Liu Jingjing finally understood her uncle's intention.

That sturdy man sat paralyzed on the ground, fiercely snatching back his keys and flinging them away. With a "clink," the key happened to fly right into the staircase on the right leading underground, seemingly falling along with it into the morgue of the former hospital.

In an instant, the fellow's face twisted and saliva drooped as a searing pain struck his abdomen. It felt as though his belly was splitting open in all directions, while a continuous swelling and stinging sensation in his lower body made it feel as though his bladder had burst, agonizingly painful to bear.

To the left of the pedestrian passage was a sixty- or seventy-year-old man molding sugar figurines. At that moment, with great interest, he was shaping a sugar figurine while discussing the matter with a nearby out-of-towner selling candied haws.

Judging by Han Feng's attire, Fang Yuan could not tell that he was a military man, but from the welcoming spectacle, she understood that his status within the grand camp could not be low. Yet for some reason, Duan Lang addressed him as Seventh Uncle?

Compared to Liu Xuntao's consistent dominance, Huo Zixin seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere. By the time people began to be astonished, they found that Huo Zixin had already firmly planted his feet.

Three human lives had been lost, and now the construction site had ground to a halt. After taking a tour around, he could only leave with a dark expression.

Hearing his words, all fifteen of them nodded with extremely serious expressions. However, when they looked at Wuming again, the expressions on their faces had changed; some were curious, some disdainful, some wary, some complicated, and some even held targeted intentions.

The plot took a sharp turn, catching everyone off guard, especially the middle-aged and elderly people, Liang Weidong, and the thugs present.

Instantly, a huge five-clawed golden dragon rushed out from the spear tip, emitting a heaven-shaking dragon roar, before baring its claws and lunging to tear at the massive fist shadow smashed down by the Battle Emperor.

"Looking good! Truly gorgeous!" Situ Xuan said with a blank, fixed stare. Immediately, he took large strides forward, walking to Lin Yunshu's side.

Before Jin Lian'er and the others could speak again, Mo Li's figure had already surged toward the formation of the Flame Demon army.

You only get angry because you care. If you didn't care, there would be no such thing as deliberately giving the cold shoulder and crying all the way home.

Ke Fan had already prepared to manipulate the time axis, letting the taxi drive straight to the point in time when they entered the school.

Tomorrow was the academy admissions, and he had no idea how he would fare. He decided not to rest tonight and instead seize the time to cultivate; she refused to be constantly trampled underfoot by Xiao Ruoyun.

Yinyin knelt on one knee, his pristine white robes stained with considerable blood, his handsome face filled with anxiety and haggardness.

Far from being anxious, Lin Feng shrugged with a nonchalant expression and calmly pulled a card from his bosom.

The Crown Prince and Prince Gong's scheming were well known to Ye Liuhuai. The reason he endured time and time again was to see what tricks they could pull, but he had never expected them to dare set their sights on Qin Zhaolu. That was a line he could no longer tolerate.

Lin Qian was no Bodhisattva; he knew very well that without his own strength and the backing of the Ye Group, Guo Wei would certainly bully him the way one bullies a dog.

No wonder he felt the neighbor next door had been giving him such strange looks when he went home last time.