Chapter 19

Combining the Thousand Buddha Hands and the poison in Miaoxin’s heart, Master Bujie was certain that there was a traitor within Shaolin Temple. It was this traitor who had stolen the Thousand Buddha Hands to give to Taijian, and it was this same person who had secretly poisoned Miaoxin.

"Haha..." Everyone laughed, growing even more fond of this honest and simple-hearted fat man.

The Heavenly Demon flickered to a distance, pondered for a moment, and transformed into a sword shadow, entering the sword net. The two of them immediately began to assault the net from different directions, attempting to shatter it completely.

Seventeen is worried that her current beauty is not meant to last, and fears it will fade in a couple of days, which is why she wants to wait two or three days, right?

The remains must be in an underground secret chamber; the paper dolls cannot reach underground and can only circle around on the floor tiles above.

This reason is understandable. Although the fathers in other worlds are not lacking in money at all, compared to the future of marrying their mothers, it is truly a world of difference.

They have helped the Prince of Zhao for so many years without ever making any excessive demands. Now, wanting to build a Taoist temple for themselves is not too much to ask, is it? The Prince of Zhao has no reason to object.

For figures like the Fox King, who inevitably pursue the status of an Earth Immortal, one must polish their physical body, magical power, and primordial spirit until they are perfectly rounded and condensed; simply eating fire dates by the pound will not turn one into an Earth Immortal.

"You are still alive, how could I die first?" The rain was heavy, obscuring the newcomer's face and making it impossible to identify them, save for the deep, low tone of their voice.

Finally, Shi Qing stated that they would immediately begin organizing personnel and would notify Shen Yuan the moment filming could commence.

The lead singer, Cheng Yan, also played guitar; the drummer was Liu Wei, the bassist was Li Wei, and there was a keyboardist named Paul. The group shared the same interests and a love for music, so they simply formed a band.

Of course, they did not know that the Zhao family actually had three Grandmasters. If they had received this news in advance, they would likely not be standing here in battle formation, but rather considering whether to move away from Mount Yuehua or submit to the Zhao family.

"Second Uncle?" The burly man called Huzi seemed surprised that his second uncle was so agreeable this time. Just as he was about to ask, he saw his second uncle had already begun walking forward.

The campfire burned fiercely, yet it could not help but shiver in the cold wind. The flickering shadows danced beside the grass, where Lin Fei’s face remained ashen and pale, still unconscious. Only her slow breathing indicated she was still alive.

After the four of them had walked for about an hour, they encountered several more ferocious beasts. They killed them all and extracted their inner cores. By gathering the dozens of cores together as they traveled, they managed to avoid many other beasts.

I turned my head and saw Qingyunzi descending on the wind. He stepped onto my shoulder and leaped again, his horsetail whisk pointing directly at the black man’s lethal pressure point.

Covered in thick dust, they turned a stiff, gray-white; they did not look like human bodies at all, but rather scattered stone carvings, showing no signs that they had ever possessed life.

Stepping out of the building's entrance, I checked the time—5:40. I had intended to go back and change clothes, but I saw that Boss Zhou’s traditional Chinese medicine shop seemed to have already opened.

I do not believe their words of comfort. If Wan'er is truly fine, why won't they let me see her?

The table, filled with dishes, was almost completely cleared by Gu Nanyin. Huo Beixiao watched it all happen quietly, his expression one of great satisfaction.

"Speak clearly—what exactly have I deceived you about?" Li Weiyin needed to know where the problem between them lay.

"I have." As she spoke, Mo Fengwu paused slightly, then frowned as if something had occurred to her.

Afterward, the Monkey King looked toward another spot, gave a cruel laugh, braced his staff against the ground with one hand, and sat atop it.

The situation was as it stood: after several rounds of attacks from Zhang Shicheng, Temür had no ability to resist and was covered in wounds. Zhang Shicheng’s final palm strike aimed straight for Temür’s face, the center of his palm surging with an intensely thick, deep-sea hydrochloric acid energy. If this strike connected, Temür would undoubtedly die.

What does it feel like to watch someone gaze at you with unreserved trust until the very moment they die, while the blade in your hand takes their life?

As time passed, one high-level human martial artist after another was slaughtered or struck down. Conversely, on the side of the demon race, only two Demon Kings had been slain, with one other injured.

When unable to distinguish friend from foe, WN recalled something Du Heng had once said: the human heart is the most unfathomable thing of all, but there are two ways to test it—time and life-or-death.

The elderly man in his forties was still sleeping soundly on the bed. It was as if all of Yun Shui’s movements from last night until now had not affected him in the slightest.

However, he still did not understand the relationship between Chang Yi and Kong Yixian well enough, so he did not rush to push them together. It was this two-day delay that gave Kong Yixian the time to go on a blind date.

This middle-aged man was Chang Yi’s father, the current head coach of the national team, Director Chang. He glanced at the frozen television screen, then walked with steady steps back to the bedroom.

Because they stopped directly, it seemed as if they had only just realized they were wrong, and that what Heng Yanlin had said was true.

In Old Master Jian’s heart, if Han Jinyu’s pregnancy resulted in boy-girl twins, that would be the best outcome possible.

Heng Yanlin felt he hadn't fought with complete abandon in a long time, and he found himself feeling a bit nostalgic for it.

It was Su Wu who had given the order. He did not want anyone to disturb Heng Yanlin at this time, so Su Ming went out and issued a strict order, having many of the Su family’s elite guards surround the courtyard to ensure no one could enter.

My mother frowned and said, "What are you doing? What are you hiding?" As she spoke, she reached to lift my blanket, and I hurriedly pressed it down.

Three scruffy-looking young black men with buzz cuts were squatting together, smoking rolled-up marijuana, their faces full of enjoyment.