193: Chapter 193 Thousand Feather Snow Eagle

A few nights later, Candy sat in her sister's car, slowly driving up the winding mountain road, heading toward a high-end villa district halfway up the mountain.

She really hadn't changed; not only had her preferences remained the same, but even the name she gave this bouquet of flowers hadn't changed either.

Having finally escaped disaster, Lin Qiyu ate a large bowl of pig's trotter soup in a few quick bites with lingering fear, then burped and prepared to enter her room.

Of course, everyone knew that they were enveloped by the barrier released by the totem. At this moment, everyone was very quiet, waiting for the outcome of the matter.

In the end, Yu Jiang still did not tell Tian Pengpeng about his whereabouts that night, and Tian Pengpeng did not dwell on it too much. Because she knew very well in her heart that he was a person with very firm ideas, and at the same time, a person who could control the overall situation. Although she was curious, she was not worried.

Tian Pengpeng handed over all the businesses and projects in her hands to specialized personnel to manage, while she enjoyed her university life properly.

The attitude of the Ye family toward them was naturally quite friendly. However, the same could not be said for the Qi family.

Its rage grew even more intense; it roared repeatedly, and with its sharp claws and fangs coordinated by its agile limbs, it violently slammed toward Lin Hao.

Xia Weiliang sat down and saw her Master and the leader—perhaps she could also call her Master's wife—staring straight at her.

Recently, the winds and clouds over the Demon-Trapping Prison had been changing rapidly, and the divine fluctuations within the prison were abnormal, attracting countless cultivators to come and investigate, hoping to vie for the so-called immortal fate.

Hao Xin was a good person; he had known this long ago. Did he really need him to tell him? It was a waste of his expectations for him.

The ground suddenly shook, the sandy land cracked open, and from the huge fissure, a masked man dressed in magnificent attire floated out. He gently raised his hand, and massive amounts of dust rose from the ground; countless sand grains floated up and then fell, filling in the huge crack he had just created when he emerged.

"Then what should we do?" Shixiang was clearly angered by this claw machine, and when she spoke to Liuxing, she said it very angrily.

"The inner demons of cultivators are even more cruel." The scenes of slaughter in the inner demon world just now had made him somewhat terrified.

"You dare to mock me?" It was clearly just a mental projection, yet it still possessed that powerful aura. And after delivering the promised substantial mental impact, I have to say, it was an even more immersive experience.

Wuming smiled faintly. Judging by Wang Shoucheng's appearance, there must be others similar to Wang Shoucheng among the seven thousand members of the World-Ending Mercenary Group. It wouldn't take many—if a hundred or so such people appeared, his idea of forming a Necromancer Legion could be realized.

Hao Meng couldn't help but ask: "Daddy, what is the use of you giving me these?" After all, she had written them with such hard work, and the diary contained so many private matters; what was his intention in giving them to him?

Opening the skill panel once again and looking at these three ridiculously overpowered skills, his heart was uncontrollably excited.

However, in the face of the person in the painting guarded by the Chaos Heavenly Bell, this bit of strength was simply not worth mentioning and wasn't enough to look at. The person in the painting was like a cosmic overlord, wantonly playing with it in the palm of their hand, casually flipping through its memories, making it feel incomparably ashamed, resentful, and stifled.

"Miss, please rest assured!" Xirong and Ximao couldn't help but laugh when they saw Wang Caijun's expression.

Seeing Mr. Chen reach a moving part of his story, his eyes welled up with tears, which were especially obvious under the reflection of the electric light. Being clever, I knew I had to seize this opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

And this time, the punishment given by the Dean had spread to everyone's ears at the first opportunity. I fear that except for a few students who were currently in seclusion and didn't know the news, everyone else already knew about it.