120: Chapter 120 Why can it summon tens of thousands of its own kind?! (First update)

However, Mo Ke also knew that he was currently playing the role of Li Xue's boyfriend, and this blind date candidate was his adversary.

Ruan Minzhu was also present; although he was somewhat surprised, he was much calmer than Chen Ada. Despite his youth, he had experienced far more than the average person.

Indeed, although A-Li did not yet understand why he felt such intense fury upon seeing Jinyuan being humiliated, the onlookers saw it clearly. Anyone who knew of A-Li's performance today understood that this stoic man by Chu Qian's side had fallen for Jinyuan.

Previously in the Kingdom of Yunshu, because she had cured that Xiliang beauty, Xia Lizhao had sent his subordinates to find her.

She felt completely disregarded; she loved the person in front of her so deeply, but what about him?

"Then are you willing to be the Overbearing Lady?" Xiao Erfan asked, his arms around Nihuang's waist as he looked at her earnestly.

The entire gambling stone was split directly in half, revealing the inner stone. Around the stone's texture, faint traces of emerald green were visible. Clearly, this gambling stone was a failure; the cracks had destroyed the entire jade, leaving only a shell-like layer of jade in the direction of the fault.

"Don't worry, I'm still here!" Bi Qianmo freed a hand to wrap her hands in his palm, and Lin Bixiao's heart indeed calmed down quite a bit.

Huo Jingzun clearly disliked drinking this; his brows furrowed with just a glance. He stood up to leave, but Su Qixi pestered him until he sat back down. She clung to his arm and whispered a few words, after which the man picked up the spoon.

Meiyang was still hesitating whether to tell Xiao Qingyu the truth when she heard Xiao Qingyu's voice by her ear. For a moment, Meiyang's heart was filled with conflict, and she didn't know what to do.

As the last trace of the inheritance ended, Immortal Emperor Qingyu's primordial spirit had become completely transparent, liable to dissipate into nothingness at any moment.

The Sect Leader clearly knew this. Using his divine abilities as cover, he flashed behind Laozi. As the saying goes, pick the softest persimmon to squeeze; Laozi had a hidden ailment and was undoubtedly the weakest among the Four Saints.

The old man looked incredibly honest and simple, even quite cute. He had white hair and wore a yellow robe that seemed to be printed with the Eight Trigrams of Qimen, a smile plastered on his face. Even more surprising was that he only had a right hand; his severed left arm was a prosthetic made of wood.

These people lacked natural talent and were destined to never walk the path of cultivation, nor did they have business acumen. Thus, the great families abandoned them. These people lived out their days in a muddle; without powerful cultivation to sustain them, they would return to the dust in a hundred years, remembered by no one.

"If he wants to kill you, there must be some misunderstanding. We just need to clear it up. Why must it be a fight to the death?" Ji Cangyu said sadly.

Hearing the prince's words, Mu Jinxi couldn't help but show a strange expression, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into her head. Why did this sound so familiar? Familiar faces, familiar stories... could these people have some connection to Big Brother Mu?

On what grounds? Why did that wench marry better than she did? In what way was she inferior to that village girl who grew up in the countryside?

Dao Ancestor Hongjun heard Zhunti's voice transmission and immediately withdrew his focus. However, he did not act right away, nor did he say a single word. Instead, he stared straight at the firmly trapped Sect Leader, as if trying to see through something.

After a few more days, when Mu Jinxi went to the greenhouse again, she found that the pits where sprouts hadn't appeared were still silent. She couldn't help but give up hope, thinking that the seeds in those pits definitely wouldn't sprout and were likely seeds that couldn't produce seedlings.

The fact that the Dao Ancestor brought this item out showed how severe the predicament he faced was. But in reality, it was because the Dao Ancestor had no other treasures to use. During the Great Calamity of the Ferocious Beasts, the Dao Ancestor was a famous powerhouse with many treasures. Later, after he attained Sainthood and preached the Great Dao at Zixiao Palace, he distributed most of his spiritual treasures to his disciples and those thousands of Zixiao guests.

Liang Zhen and the others were all battle-hardened veterans from the battlefield. As they spoke these words, they carried a chilling killing intent.

"Big Brother, what do you think of this old fellow? Why do I feel like he's faking his illness?" Meizi said, somewhat surprised after witnessing everything.

The Sect Master took the token and examined it carefully several times. The look of surprise in his eyes intensified. It took him a while to return the token to Ye Shuangshuang before speaking to inquire.

Hearing that Gwanghaegun had also died amidst the chaotic army, Park Deung-gil couldn't help but wail loudly. Although Gwanghaegun wasn't a great monarch, he had treated him well. Moreover, with Gwanghaegun's death, the Joseon royal line was broken; where would Joseon go from here?

Therefore, the most perfect solution was to keep everyone there. This way, he could claim credit before Ye Xun and also have people to look out for each other in the future.

But there are always places that seem different. Whether in the presidential suite of a grand hotel or inside a certain villa, many people were constantly hurrying in and out.

He reluctantly swapped shoes with me, stepping onto the cold floor with his bare feet, looking at me as if he wanted to kill someone.

Only then did Xiao Yining close the door, setting up a barrier around the room. She then used the time passage to take Xiao Chenlie back to the Star Lord's Palace on Nine Heavens Cloud Star.

She also specifically told Mother Zhang that she would bring them gifts next time to show her appreciation for her and Butler Xu's hospitality and the cooking today.

As Zhao Lingyun sang this soulful Cantonese song, the emotion in his voice grew more and more turbulent. By the chorus, he had completely shifted to a roaring style. He went up several keys, and one could even faintly hear a sob and a growl in his throat.

The target this guy was aiming for was actually the Soul Crystal Spirit Shizi, who was sitting leisurely on a towering rock watching the battle.