Reality 4.5

Of course, Dugu Ming also received some news, which was that the Dugu family truly existed here; it was just that having just arrived, they hadn't made contact with them yet. But then again, the ghostly person's gaze before them was quite sharp, instantly recognizing that Dugu Ming was a member of the Dugu family.

Xiao Ling's thoughts began to wander wildly due to Yushu's confession, soaring from ancient times to the modern era, and drifting right back from the modern era to antiquity! Yet no matter how she thought about it, Yushu's actions felt unbelievable, and she found them hard to accept.

Lin Chen's brows furrowed, and he thought to himself, "What a vicious arrow! Any martial artist below the Saint rank would be killed by an arrow like this!" Right away, he released his Saint Yuan Qi externally, and with a loud bang, blew the arrow into dust.

Qin Lan had just humiliated Su Men in that exact manner, and now he was throwing those words right back at him, which could be considered payback for what had just happened.

Sure enough, the tactic of provoking him worked remarkably well on Dugu Wuming. He could not tolerate any flaws in his eyes, nor could he bear to hear malicious words with his ears. He strode forward rapidly, his feet barely leaving the ground. On the other hand, the Ghost-Faced Iron Hand waited at his ease, channeling his energy into his wrists, simply waiting for Wuming to approach so he could subdue him with a single move—just as the saying goes, a swimming duck paddles fiercely beneath the surface.

"Find a way to win him over, even if it means giving away the other piece of Blood Jade." The sudden transmission of voice made Zuo Caichun freeze for a moment, and then she turned her head to look at the ancient tree in the distance within the valley, though all she caught was a departing back.

The shadow suddenly moved toward Dugu Ming. Seeing this, Dugu Ming was deeply shocked, and his figure instantly shifted through the air.

When she finished wiping with great enthusiasm and inadvertently looked out the window, she let out an "Oh?" of surprise.

By the time he reacted, Dongfang Qin had already pushed open the door and entered Mu Xinghan's room, while Lan Ling'er stood frozen in place, her gaze fixed blankly on Mu Xinghan as a trace of unfamiliarity spread through her eyes.

Qin Lan looked at Fang Zhengyan and curved the corners of his lips into a smile, yet no matter how Fang Zhengyan looked at it, this smile seemed somewhat fake.

However, what was somewhat disappointing was that the Physical Education department's senior martial brother, whom these people kept mentioning, did not appear. It seemed that given their status, they were not yet able to invite that person over.

Murong Sheng grasped the wine glass in his hand and said, "With that man around, can a third-rate clan still be considered a third-rate clan?" His low voice carried a hint of the unique pressure belonging to those in supreme positions.

Although Dian Feng was not afraid, being able to reduce some trouble was always better, lest he waste his precious cultivation time by pouring all his energy into these trivial matters.

All the retaliation caused Yan Zhi to intensify his actions; he gripped my waist tightly, bit fiercely at my neck, and pushed aside my clothes. No one would see, and absolutely no one would pay attention to what happened beneath the darkness.

Mighty? Was he truly mighty? Had he heard my call and rushed here from thousands of miles away? Was I not dreaming? I raised my head and stared at him in a daze. My eyes had long been soaked with tears, making it impossible to see the hazy figure before me clearly. I reached out with trembling hands; right now, I could only trust the sensation of real touch.

As it happened, yesterday evening I saw Zhu Peng together with Gao Zhen from the so-called Blade Temple, and Gao Zhen had even caught some sort of leverage on him. Today presented a good opportunity to see him again.

Arriving alongside Taoist priest Mu and his companion was their senior martial brother, Taoist priest Jin, an expert at the mid-stage of the True Immortal realm. His appearance at this time was clearly for the Dragon-Patterned Blood Pill as well.

Shen Linfeng swallowed hard. This time he was going to play for real, and I was also prepared to resign myself to fate right here.

For some reason, my resistance toward Zhang Yingying was growing weaker and weaker by the day. Whenever an opportunity arose, I wanted to get up to something with her, yet this girl Zhang Yingying clearly knew what was on my mind and simply refused to let me have her.

Next to the picture were the words "Lin Mu Returns to Alma Mater with Stunned Brilliance to Attend Anniversary Celebration," and the comments underneath were filled with a vast array of high praise.

"First off, I'll just hide!" Fang Mu held no expectations whatsoever for that idiot Haruhara, and instead found a secluded spot to hide.

Black shouted speechlessly, only to find that Fang Mu over there seemed to have blocked his dialogue. Once he had transferred all the system's permissions over, Fang Mu naturally gained the option to hang up the call.

Although vegetables had already flooded the market on a large scale, the Yu family's vegetables far surpassed those of others in both taste and freshness. Therefore, even though the Yu family's vegetables were slightly more expensive than everyone else's, the Yao family and the Delicacy Tower still bought their produce from the Yu family without fail.

"Queen Mother, he and I fought to a draw!" With a dark face, Xiao Xinchan watched his mother side with someone else and hurriedly cried out in grievance.

Just like that, another two days passed. During these past two days, Fang Mu had not returned to the old estate, choosing instead to stay with Fang Mu as a rare treat. Just today, early in the morning, Fang Mu received a call from Qu Qian.

However, the success rate of this project was far too low, and it consumed massive amounts of resources, giving off the strong impression of using an anti-aircraft gun to shoot a mosquito. In the end, it was shelved indefinitely by the Black Association. Only the project leader at the time continued to persist with the experiments.

Zhu Junyang could hold back no longer. As he took action, he immediately experienced that unprecedented sensation... That incomparable feeling surged all the way from his toes to the top of his head.

"For some reason, I feel like it's very dangerous for us to keep wandering around like this," Fang Mu muttered to himself as he looked at the passing door marked "42."

For rogue cultivators, whether it was the forging method of the lotus-silk cloud-walking boots or the rain-crafting techniques, even the included lotus silk and shark-silk gauze were all top-tier treasures.

Had Master Yiteng not personally intervened to drive back Wu Santong and Li Mochou, who had come looking for trouble at the time, how could Lu Nianshou have ever come to be?

"Heavens! He has cleared the tenth floor! He succeeded! How did he manage to do that?" Everyone stared at the lights shining on the eleventh floor and exclaimed in admiration.

Not only did Yang Jia comfort her, but she also urged her to fight back. Spending more time with Yang Jia caused Ye Zhaozhao to open up with a bit more sincerity.

Who would have thought that Xu Yue possessed seemingly endless strength? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull her away; instead, Xu Yue hugged Lu Feng even tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe.

If this were back when he was a rookie apprentice, whatever the big bosses at headquarters said went—if they told you to sit at the table and eat, you did.

Knowing this person's identity, Li Mochou felt a certain wariness. First there was Wu Santong, the disciple of the Southern Emperor, and now the master of Guo Jing—this truly exceeded all expectations.

Because team fights required everyone to cooperate seamlessly in order to win, Mingkai had to emphasize his instructions two or three times during every single call.