What did you do to my sister?

Xue Haoyuan and the others first controlled the bionic robot to extend its palms, bend its finger joints one by one, make a fist, stretch out, and then perform some simple limb movements, waving to Lu Yu and the camera, and finally standing up to walk around the workshop.

Compared to before, all the movements were much more natural. With further improvements and more accumulated data, the coordination would surely become even stronger.

Eventually, the bionic robot approached the workbench, picked up the water cup, and walked towards the drinking area—

Just with this single display, compared to genuine spells, it was probably barely distinguishable.

Under Linus's self-rationalization, Ling Feng's status in his heart reached a level comparable to that of Master Gandalf.

Lin Xue felt suspicious, though she did not dare to show her doubt on her face, for she no longer trusted him.

Her consciousness was gradually fading. Suddenly, Ye Yi felt a warm sensation emanating from his chest, which slowly began to spread, making his entire body feel cozy and glowing with warmth.

The Gate of Nether Beasts rushed into the center of Ling Feng's brow and vanished, while the system's prompt sounded, notifying him that the mission had been completed.

The movement was carried out with a hint of lingering anger, yet the result was that a large double-sized quilt ended up covering Lin Xue entirely. It grew much warmer, and Lin Xue's eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she drifted off to sleep, her breathing sounding thick and heavy with nasal congestion.

If they, too, could become mages, it would be a catastrophic loss for Yikueluo. Naturally, this had to be strictly guarded against; no matter how dissatisfied the mages might be, this bottom line could not be overturned. Even so, the three major empires still had ways to poach the talent they desired from within Yikueluo's borders.

Chen Zhiming, holding a rag, was wiping the sofa nearby while looking around everywhere, seemingly searching for Liu Xiaoran's whereabouts. It was strange—where had Liu Xiaoran gone? Why was she nowhere to be seen now?

This unfinished building had a total of thirteen floors. After about three minutes, Ling Feng reached the thirteenth floor.

In the back garden of the hospital, thick, feathery snowflakes were falling. Patches of withered branches were blanketed by the snow, and illuminated by the hospital's searchlights, the entire sky was cast in a brilliant white.

In just a fraction of a second, all supreme entities of various races above the quasi-Emperor level felt a slight, involuntary tremor in their hearts. Such an aura was comparable even to that of the ancestral figures of their own clans—the Yanhuang human race had produced an ultimate monster of peerless demonic talent.

Looking out over the endless expanse of the sea, Yun琅 fell silent inwardly. This place was probably quite far from the immortal cultivation world. When would she ever be able to return? Was she supposed to walk back on her own two legs?

In this way, after breaking through to the Grandmaster realm, Shangguan Longwu and the others were holding the positions of deans while carrying the heavy responsibilities of school principals.

If I was not dreaming, then Grandpa forbidding me to go with them suddenly became very easy to explain.

However, it was not that he harbored any ulterior motives; he merely wanted to lower his posture so as to prevent her from feeling nervous.

Bailai did not take in a single word. After a long moment, she stood up, drained her cup of water in one gulp, and left, taking Xu Miaomiao with her.

"Yet your Majesty claims that I have committed a crime punishable by the execution of nine familial generations. When do you intend to carry out the sentence?" Wei Wuyang asked expressionlessly.

There was a powerful isolation array set up within the medicinal garden, making it utterly impossible for the snow lion to communicate with him via spiritual connection.

When dealing with opponents one-on-one, to say nothing of a slender venomous snake, even a king cobra, the king of the jungle, would not be enough to look at before him.

Bu Hui's sudden change was immediately noticed by Zhan Jingtian, who knitted his cold brows. Wasn't she betrothed to the crown prince of the Xuanyuan Kingdom?

Some were those who had passed all the trials yesterday, while others were onlookers from Blue Cloud City, creating a scene filled with a chaotic din of noises.

Much like a dragon palace, the buildings inside were also crafted from crystal, each one dreamy and magnificent, resembling the fairy palaces and pavilions of the celestial realm, leaving one refreshed and delighted.

After finishing his explanation regarding the function of pill fire, the artifact spirit fell back into a deep slumber, ignoring all of Yun Hao's shouts. It was much like an irresponsible master who leads an apprentice through the door, casually imparts a few techniques, and then leaves the apprentice to figure out and cultivate everything entirely on their own—whether one understood or not depended solely on oneself.