Chapter 59: Little Sheep!

Yan'er let out a sharp roar. A pair of long, pointed zombie fangs slowly revealed themselves, followed by extended, razor-sharp nails.

"Ninger, can I call you Ninger? Is that alright?" At this moment, Xiao Xiao turned to look at her, her large eyes fixed intently on her with a hint of anticipation.

Aduo turned the carriage into the alley leading to Prince Su's Mansion. Within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, they arrived at the grand gates of the Su residence.

It was just like the Samadhi True Fire of the Six Ding deities—bright red and possessing the power to cleanse the marrow, its might so intense that even Guanyin Bodhisattva's willow branch, which possessed the miraculous power to bring the dead back to life, could be scorched to a crisp yellow.

Let alone Haotian, even the Queen Mother of Yaochi wore an embarrassed expression upon seeing this scene. After all, no matter who encountered such a situation, their complexion would hardly be pleasant.

Lu Kang took the blade and cleared away all the weeds surrounding him, thereby hacking out a path leading deep into the mountains.

Immediately, the sky across the entire primordial world—whether east or west, sea or land—was enveloped by endless clouds. These clouds emitted a soft, seven-colored radiance, making the entire primordial realm instantly appear as a world of brilliant colors.

The moment she unloaded this burden, everything would be fine. By then, she vowed to buy plenty of beautiful clothes and dress herself up exquisitely.

"Give me five minutes, and I'll dig it up for sure," Number Two responded with absolute certainty. Having attained the position of second best nationwide, he still possessed the requisite self-confidence.

Setting aside the careful planning of Goddess Heping and the Daoist of Guigu, let us recall how, back in the day, Goddess Heping obtained the promise of both the Buddhist and Daoist sects to allow the witch clan under her command to undergo samsara and reincarnation, thereby plotting for the throne of the Human Emperor.

The short-haired middle-aged man on the right advanced a few steps, suddenly raising his fist as he rapidly closed in on Wang Wu's direction.

Upon seeing the title, Luo Li took a deep breath, gulped down a mouthful of soy milk, set her chopsticks aside, and solemnly pressed the play button.

Unless one's primordial spirit cultivation was exceptionally formidable, ordinary cultivators who had not mastered a Daoist domain posed no threat whatsoever to an Earth Immortal.

Seeing that Sheng Bainian was about to make a move, Bai Zhiyi immediately barged in, determined to stand and fall together with Cheng Feng.

"It's nothing. I was just pondering how to further develop the organization's future," Kakuzu replied indifferently, his voice calm without the slightest ripple of emotion.

Tian Buwei rubbed his nose. If he let Murong Nazha sleep so defenselessly any longer, he truly feared he would transform into a beast.

"Did you really think such a petty illusion could trick me a second time?" Quan Tianxing said with a gloomy expression.

Zhu Gaozhi watched as the Second Prince was once again sweet-talked and fooled by the old man, involuntarily offering a silent moment of mourning for him.

Even Lu Xuanyang himself already knew his days were numbered, which was why he passed the position of Master of Yijian Peak to his senior sister right after she broke through to the Earth Immortal realm.

They had not expected anyone to come here to cause trouble. There were only a little over a hundred security guards on the cruise ship, and none of them carried firearms.

Xi'er was already over six years old. Ever since he was told about his biological mother, he had constantly yearned to see her. They all knew that no matter how much affection everyone showered upon him, nothing could replace Mao Leyan's position in his heart.

Two days later, Prince Jing officially assumed office. Mao Leyan eagerly rushed to the Shuntian Prefecture yamen, only to be turned away at the gates. Feeling deeply depressed and clueless about what game Prince Jing was playing, she sat down on the stone steps of the yamen, stubbornly waiting.

That day, Gu was sitting in the corner loafing around, with Dabai curled up in her arms acting as an armrest, comfortably scrolling through short videos on her phone.

Therefore, aside from yearning for an ordinary life in this lifetime, her other wish was never to be an "elder sister" ever again.

They were gambling—betting that Jinx would secure excellent farm growth and unleash world-shattering damage in team fights.

An eternal desolation descended. With the restrictions already set, not even a single animal would approach this land for hundreds of years to come, let alone the possibility of living beings slaughtering each other to offer blood sacrifices to the Beast God.

Whoosh! A frigid gale swept across the courtyard, transforming into myriad arrows that frantically battered the astral energy barrier before vanishing in an instant.

During this time, Shen Shi'an also sat silently at the dining table. Although the bowl in front of him was empty, he showed no intention of leaving.

Yet since Li Zixuan was reluctant to reveal more, it was of little consequence; the truth would eventually come to light on its own one day.

Hearing Wang Yue put it that way, An Kui instantly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed... this fellow named Wang Yue hadn't taken the matter to heart.

Beneath the steps, the silver rescue capsule reflected the dazzling stage lights, hurting one's eyes and chilling one's heart.

Lodging in Chinatown tonight, she probably didn't have too many things to worry about regarding Zephyr's side, Huai Zhen comforted herself thusly.

Almost every time Su Heng came over to pick up things from her, it was about half an hour before mealtime. Qin Jinyu strongly suspected that he simply came to freeload a meal.

Wei Xiao also understood the psychology of certain creators who disliked others viewing their work before completion. Even though this hardly counted as creation, he still chose to respect it.

Zhao Liying saw Leng Jun and Su Shuang nod simultaneously, then let out a light chuckle and said, "2110, guess a Chinese character." As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Liying wore a crafty smile, watching as Su Shuang and Leng Jun fell into deep contemplation.

Therefore, leaving a hundred sets available meant that those who came to rent often couldn't get any, while those who did rent kept them for several extra days because it was cheap.

Yi Yuanying felt unaccustomed to it. When a game of chess reached such a stage—as unreasonable as a torrential summer storm—even a resolute mind could be shattered.

Chi Zao had been leisurely drinking water, intending to witness her boyfriend's dissolute past. At these words, she spat out a mouthful of water in an instant.

The humans who received this news had no choice but to be cautious. It would take at least another month before the five major fleets reached full complement; soldiers needed time to adapt, and warships required time for manufacturing. No matter how much they worked overtime and expanded factories, fleets couldn't just pop out of nowhere.

Tang Ling was paralyzed with terror, blankly staring at the giant wolf baring its fangs and lunging at her. Suddenly, a piercing shriek rang out, strong enough to send even Li Feng, who was rushing to her rescue, tumbling over in a somersault. The wolf charging at her met an even more miserable fate, bleeding from all seven orifices as its body went limp in midair and crashed heavily to the ground.