Chapter 51: It Might Like Girls

It is a pity that sweet and bitter are the hours of the night, and for Li Zisha, who was tasting the joy of fish and water for the very first time, this auspicious night was destined to remain unfulfilled. Just as Li Zisha was gathering his resolve to launch yet another campaign of conquest against his beloved, the cell phone placed by his bedside suddenly rang with a harsh and jarring ringtone.

On an island in the South Pacific, a massive gray-golden figure descended, the sheer air pressure flattening the surrounding groves of trees.

Upon hearing that the Ghost King of Mang Mountain had actually chosen to join the Ninefold Dragon-Crouching Bureau, not only Sun Xia and his companions, but even the elders of the Dragon-Crouching Sect were left utterly dumbfounded by this incredible piece of news, unable to react for a long time.

"Come, come, come, brothers, say no more. Those who can come today treat me, Qiu Haiyue, as a younger brother. Say no more, I toast all my elder brothers a cup." Qiu Haiyue went shirtless, shook his head, and downed three consecutive cups in one go.

"What is your relationship with the Dark Diablo?" Facing such a weak black Ultraman, the eyes of the Annihilation Angel Zog were filled with absolute contempt.

Old Ning was scared, thoroughly and utterly terrified. Therefore, no matter how Wang Cuihua instigated him today, he simply played dead and refused to utter a single word.

It is said that in the past, this Reincarnation Pool had been used several times by various Popes of the Holy See to create their so-called Guardian Angels. However, due to the dissipation and exhaustion of spiritual energy in modern times, such practices had long ceased within the Holy See for hundreds of years.

"Brother Guo, have you seen Guoer?" On the way toward the main hall, Xiao Peng casually asked Guo Jing.

The White Lotus manifested in the world. Next, Zixia felt a surge of warmth between her brows, and with a soft whoosh, the purplish-red Karmic Fire Red Lotus that had been lurking within the sea of her consciousness emerged as well. After spinning a few times in mid-air, it tightly merged with the white lotus emanating from Sun Buxing's body, transforming into a pair of true twin lotus flowers.

Spanning several hundred meters, they densely filled the entire forest. However, the dense woods provided excellent cover for them, and with virtually no players daring to venture outside during this oppressive, pre-storm night, no one noticed all of this.

Who was this man? Why did the murderous aura emanating from his body make one involuntarily feel a sense of awe?

Igniting these students' enthusiasm for learning and fighting spirit was the ultimate goal of Ye Lingxi holding monthly competitions and offering rewards.

"I know..." The Xiaotao Powder, right, she had known about it all along and it was no big deal, but why was Hua Yinran's expression so tense?

Ersha did not shout or scream outside, and Su Wangniang had no idea whether he had actually left or not. It was just that outside, it was very quiet.

The winter sun was dazzlingly piercing. He instinctively narrowed his eyes, raised his head slightly, and swept his gaze over the black car parked not far behind her. That was Fu Shenxing's car; he had seen it before. The day they came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Fu Shenxing had used this very car to pick up He Yan.

The person in charge felt as though he had received a grand amnesty. Coming out of Fu Shenxing's office, he almost felt like kowtowing toward the south in gratitude.

"We can only go out..." Wu Xiangyu looked at Chen Luo, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and then at the sleeping Nianmu, before her delicate body suddenly moved and she rushed outward.

Before the Buddha, he quietly prayed that in his next life, he would be willing to be illiterate and of the lowestly birth to repay the debts he owed in this lifetime.

She told herself that marrying Ersha might truly be the most comfortable sanctuary for her in this era.

Due to Wang Peng's instruction that "one must not put the cart before the horse," Zhang Yuanxian had been left hanging for two or three months, making even himself begin to wonder if Wang Peng had truly abandoned him because of his previous hesitation.

Jing Moxhen lowered his head and planted a heavy kiss, overbearing and without a shred of gentleness. Han Shui'er kept her lips tightly sealed, refusing to let him breach her defenses. However, Jing Moxhen had his ways; sliding his hand along the slit of Han Shui'er's dress, he began to wander upward toward her thigh.

"Fewer than ten places in the entire world." Wang Peng opened his mouth wide in astonishment, his breathing instantly turning difficult.

"When we reached the tenth floor, we couldn't believe such a thing either, but facts are facts, you and I have no choice but to believe it!" Zhang Li lowered his head and said word by word.

Cangyuan walked over, thinking to himself: If I help you this time, I won't owe you anything anymore. I just wonder what "you" refers to?

More seriously, once the rear position of the armored assault unit was exposed, the consequences would be even more unpredictable.

"I don't care how many people in the world need help. I haven't run into them, but I have run into this now. It's just something within my power to do, as long as my conscience is clear." Guyu also understood this principle, but he simply could not stand by and do nothing.

"Scram! If you're leaving in the middle of the night, then just leave, what are you roaring for? When this old man was young, I was way more badass than you!" the old Sword Saint retorted with dissatisfaction, though his expression was full of reluctance.

Since they couldn't drink these things now, and if there wouldn't be anyone to play with in the future, with so much rice, I suppose the two of us... wait, didn't we see something like this in a movie? Wasn't it about what I wanted to say regarding the characters in the Loria pictures, or did numbers five and six not mention that line to connect with the previous one?

"Luochen! This is my father, Luo Qianhan!" Luochen considerately spoke up for his socially inept father.

"I have no time to keep you company! As the commander-in-chief, I cannot watch my subordinates die on the battlefield!" Lü Bu retorted.

"Shopkeeper Liu, a pleasure to meet you, a pleasure. What kind of business do you wish to discuss?" Li Changkong said, though in his heart he was guessing: this old man also has the surname Liu, what relation does he have with Liu Qingqing? Could they be grandfather and granddaughter?

"Oh, damn! Fifty-three years is still considered not bad? Why do you cultivators think a sleep of several hundred years is short?" Xuanyuan Xiao cried out in alarm.