Volume 1, Chapter 63: Deep Misunderstandings Regarding Gu Moting

Zhu Lizhen was out of breath, running frantically all the way up the emergency staircase toward the 13th floor.

Fortunately, when she only reached the 9th floor, Su Qiuyu happened to be walking down from the 19th floor above and bumped right into her, saving her from actually going all the way up to the 13th floor.

"Xiaoyu!" Zhu Lizhen was exhausted to the point of collapse. "I finally found you!"

She had also heard rumors of this name in her past life. Although the miraculous medicine about to manifest here was originally obtained by Guan Shijie, an inner disciple of the Sea-Cloud Sect, a bloody battle of contention naturally could not be avoided amidst it all.

Yu Liu had heard from Mother Yu that Father Yu was naturally romantic and affectionate, never behaving himself even after marriage, keeping the red flag at home flying high while the colorful flags fluttered abroad.

However, Li Zhiyin merely maintained a superficial relationship with Madam Li, so she very naturally walked together with Li Mumu and Madam Shang, lagging far behind Madam Li.

Upon arriving at the beauty salon, various people fussed over Yu Liu's face, and after she put on her evening gown, they made her strike poses for photographs.

Yet no one expected that at the very end of the dozen-or-so-second video, accompanied by the camera tilting upwards, a scene appeared that caused Yang Xiao's heart to momentarily stop. The footage finally captured the upper bodies of the three individuals, while "Xu Yu" had a twisted, elongated neck topped with a man's face that was asphyxiated and turning bluish-purple.

After covering the flaming jade once again with soil, Wu Hu walked over to the corpse of the wild boar spirit, while Ma Changshou stood in the distance, watching the wild boar spirit.

Seeing that Yu Liu was indeed going to participate in the talent show, her fans felt dissatisfied, but could only offer their blessings.

Gu Shangqing's eyes lit up. He suddenly turned around, walked in front of Li Mumu, and began walking backwards facing her.

"I just want him to transfer Reinhardt away from me," the Princess said with a look of absolute certainty.

Meanwhile, the culprit Wu Hu was currently in a bizarre state, feeling as if he were melting. Shortly after, Wu Hu truly transformed into a molten state, and one could eerie-fashionably observe his body flowing.

Yet "Murong Qiuli" still shook her head, evidently never considering the natural universe and heaven-earth as the root of her Daoist essence.

Leng Luoyu on the arena wore a simple white dress, her eyes cold and aloof, her exquisite face adorned with that plum blossom imprint on her forehead, exuding a sense of chilling elegance.

Lin Huan pulled down the collar of his shirt. Although the weather was gradually turning freezing, the morning ride had still worked up a full-body sweat.

The two men hurriedly nodded in agreement and then stood up. Sure enough, the hurricane howling around them had subsided significantly.

Looking at the fish handed over by Jiujiu, Li Miaoxuan wanted to reach out and take it back, but her hand froze the exact moment it was about to touch the fish.

Moreover, this kind of behavior of carving out territories by relying on one's cultivation realm was not emulated by anyone for a short period after Ximen Wushuang did it, because they were still unsure whether the Great Tang Empire had truly abandoned these regions.

The more Xi Xiaoyu thought about this matter, the more upset she felt. She felt she could simply be worse at studying than Lin Huan, so that she would have an excuse to ask him for tutoring. But if the gap was too large, it felt as though she didn't even have the qualification to strike up a conversation.

At this thought, her face was filled with utter despair. The robed figure in black deeply understood that the intelligence and strategies he had previously relied on were utterly useless on the ever-changing battlefield. Calling it merely discussing military strategy on paper would be an understatement.

Half an hour later, the man finally rescued his wife, unaware that his state of mind was gradually being infected by the Daoist embryo persona.

Mofa was almost so angry he coughed up blood. Just a moment ago, he had fought tooth and nail to drive away the intruders, yet Shuying and Li Tianen had actually gone straight up onto the spiritual crystal, completely ignoring everything he had just done.

Although the two terms differed, their purposes were identical. After copying the blueprints step by step, he discovered there were quite a few items inside, and such a workbench would require specialized craftsmen to build.

Chen Liming was left speechless, almost coughing up a mouthful of old blood as his glowing red face felt as though it had been slapped repeatedly.

"I never noticed before that so many items from the Chinese Tower had already flowed into the Dwarf Kingdom," Ansaldo sighed.

A purple shooting star tore through the void, dragging lightning behind it and slamming into one of the bone legs of the skeleton giant with the force of a thunderbolt.

If he wanted to wrest the true meaning of the Buddha from the Island Emperor, he would need at least the strength to rival a martial artist at the ninth tier of the King Realm.

Outwardly, however, he naturally could not show anything. After all, he was something of a fan of systems; specifically, those system-genre stories all claimed that after the protagonist obtained some sort of system, their luck would explode, they would woo beauties, trample enemies, and experience ultimate bliss.

He Jiaywei's courage was not particularly large. The moment he thought about county leaders being implicated in the incident, he felt extremely uneasy, which was why he constantly reminded Xie Mingyang that tomorrow was Monday and it would be best to report to their boss tomorrow, so they could go directly to the county to negotiate specifically on Tuesday or Wednesday.

At this time, Lin Susu and Wang Shaokun were together. Having no one else to consult, Wang Shaokun definitely counted as someone in Hainan Province who could offer him some assistance.

Two commercial vehicles picked up Zhang Rui and Ma'er before rendezvousing with Elder Ning at a secluded restaurant. Zhang Rui felt the grade was too low and wanted to change places, but Ma'er told him to just stay put, as none of them were there to show off or just to eat.

Seeing the smile curl up the corner of Zhu Houzhao's lips, Jones finally set his mind at ease. He had been feeling anxious beforehand, afraid that Zhu Houzhao would be dissatisfied with the hastily manufactured equipment. In their eyes, these equipments were still far from perfect.

The forests of the Great Wasteland naturally could not compare to the primeval forests of the Treant race that had stood for hundreds of thousands of years; the trees here were relatively sparse. Zhu Houzhao could never have imagined that the swift and elusive cavalry regiment would actually establish a stronghold inside a forest, considering that woodlands were supposed to be a cavalry's weakness.