086 The Chieftain’s Wife Seizes the Jewelry

They cared for one another, looked after one another, and tacitly went to and from school together, yet neither of them had ever truly said it aloud.

The people on the street looked as though they had wandered into a fashion show in Paris: outrageous clothes of every sort, hair dyed in every imaginable color, gaudy black lipstick and black eyeshadow, and all manner of silver ornaments on their persons. Most of them wore cloaks and shawls.

As he approached with a walking stick, a weathered voice drifted past Yu Sheng’s ear. Leaning against the wall, Yu Sheng slowly slid downward.

Duan Qi, his hair in disarray, blood at the corner of his mouth, coughed up another mouthful of blood. Trembling all over, he pointed at Long Yang.

A blazing red light burst from Ning Xuan’s body, and then the proud staff unexpectedly condensed frost once more, sending a surge of icy breath toward Xu Yang.

Sigh. He had once believed he still had hope of joining the Divine Talisman Sect and changing his fate. But now it seemed Ye Tian was nothing more than an arrogant fool.

Fortunately, they had finally escaped that ghost ridge. The instant I left it, the ice sealing behind me also came to a halt.

I noticed the changes around me. Rustling sounds rose from all sides, and when I looked clearly, I saw that corpses were actually crawling out of the coffins.

Virtuous and brilliant, Liang Hong stands apart; spring light is poised before the eyes. Fire trees and silver flowers beneath a moon like water; beyond the pot, a clear stream, and beyond the stream, the mountains.

As the eldest elder of the Cold Abyss Palace, Elder Qingshui knew very well that once the power of the soul was cultivated to a certain degree, it would surpass spiritual energy by a good margin. Much less the present Imperial Mentor, who had already reached the level of a Celestial Master in years past—could he truly have broken through to the level of a Divine Master now? What did he intend to do?

"I... I was thinking, how could King Qin Guang appear here? As one of the ten kings of the underworld, shouldn’t he be in the main hall ahead? We... are we going in?" Zhang Jianhao snapped back to his senses at once and said tremblingly.

Su Jinyu, who followed close behind, nodded. Aside from that stretch with Ye Chenxuan, her life had been rather good—far more leisurely and peaceful than it had been in the Hede Palace or the Yonghe Hall.

These things could all be forgiven. But the main point was this: Lin Xiu’s two sinful hands had actually slipped past the fabric over Saint Moon’s chest and reached inside, making zero-distance contact with those two swelling jade peaks.

The high-ranking figures and experts from the great worlds were all discussing it. After all, the central arena of the Heavenly Dao Sacred Hall was now pitch-black, and nothing could be seen.

His consciousness cleared a little, and he looked around. Finding himself in a simple room, he tried to call out for someone. Yet when the words reached his lips, they became only a few hoarse, ragged cries.

This immediately caused an uproar. Some looked utterly desperate, some seemed deeply regretful, sighs rising one after another, while others had already begun preparing to resist.

Ding Yu said with a smile. At the same time, he raised a hand, and Xuan Wuyai’s immortal totem was imprinted onto an exquisitely crafted tower-shaped magic artifact. That tower was the Tower of the Immortal King.

Unknowingly, Zhang Jianhao and the Western Queen Mother had arrived before a palace. Its walls were of gray brick and earth-tiled roof, the railings around it stained with yellowish rust, and on either side stood several strangely shaped ghost attendants guarding the gate.

“You’re thinking too much. No matter who it is, I’d react that way!” Feng Can said, though without much conviction.

The Martial King already possessed the ability to fly through the air, so when faced with this cliff, Hong Yi took the initiative, wanting to determine whether the road ahead could be passed.

After saying this, Ouyang Feng frowned faintly, clearly displeased, took a deep breath, and strode toward his bedroom.

Just as the planet Chitauri was everywhere filled with toxins and radiation, so too could they resist poison and even slight radiation.

Having completed the trials of fifteen successive reincarnation worlds, to be honest, Zhuo Bufan was indeed somewhat weary at heart.

Jiang Chenhao, standing off to the side, saw this, lifted his eyes to meet Shang Jiaqian’s gaze, and then flung him a sultry, electric glance, the corners of his mouth still curved in a wicked smile.

At the same time, Elder Lou also wished to invite Zhuo Bufan to the Temple of Talismans, though Zhuo Bufan was still considering it.

So not long after Ding Muxi finished speaking, another group of followers of the One Heaven Sect ran toward West Glow Temple.

He seemed to recall again the memories of rolling up their sleeves with Xu Yi, bare-chested, and battling in close combat?

The sharp, resonant sound of the pipa filled the hall. Streaks of silvery light, like musical notes, flew from the instrument and vanished into the silver glow upon the stone gate.

And the energy ring that suddenly appeared made them shriek in terror. Some hid at a distance to watch in secret, while others scattered and fled, unsure whether this was yet another sudden attack by aliens or ghosts.

“Who are you!” On the rooftop, Loki had already been captured, while Hawkeye was heading to the balcony below to retrieve Loki’s scepter. They had also learned from Dr. Erik Selvig, the S.H.I.E.L.D. scientist in charge of developing the Cosmic Cube, that in this world only Loki’s scepter could stop the Cosmic Cube.

“Know him,” Lin Tian nodded, admitting it plainly. There was nothing to hide; the two of them had fought side by side during the Immortal Sect assessment, and many people knew that.

When Ah Xiyan saw that everyone not only did not blame her for accidentally injuring them just now, but had all knelt before her to declare their feelings, she was deeply moved.

Thinking of the upheaval four years ago, Fu Yan felt especially regretful. If he had known that even if he left, E A would still disband, he should never have left. Then at least he could have stayed by Li Siyi’s side, watching over her as she gave birth, and remained with her.

“Ah, Miaomiao, you’re too hateful. I’m not talking to you anymore!” Yan Xi blushed scarlet, turned around, and left the room.

After all, the strength of the Dragon Clan of Hua Xia was also formidable. If they truly came to blows, it would be no good news for him; very likely something terrifying would happen, and by then it would be beyond his power to stop.