362: Chapter 362 Chu Sheng's combat strength: a sixth-rank warrior can fight a ninth-rank warrior!

Rumble!

Dust and smoke rose everywhere, but the holographic camera still captured the scene within the haze.

Look, look at the center of the sky-filling dust and smoke.

That tiny black dot was still suspended in mid-air.

Unmoving!

His mosquito leg was still extended... no, it was pressing, pressing down on a gigantic snake head.

That gigantic snake head, coming at high speed, was actually, damn it, pinned down by a single mosquito leg.

"I actually do want to do you, but are you willing to do—" He gave a wicked, charming smile, so arrogant, and the way he smiled made people lose their souls. The words he spoke were enough to make one's heart itch. Seeing her baring fangs and brandishing claws as if to eat someone, Huo Zizheng hurriedly gave her the tie.

She had already mentally prepared herself; even if she had to prepare some shells or something to help out later, she would have to stay far away.

At this very moment, the aura around the Sinless Saint Emperor was constantly rising, and his fighting spirit was condensing; clearly, he had been prepared for a long time.

Before Qian Yuan's breakthrough, his cultivation level was vastly different from Zuo Ci's; one was in the heavens, the other on the ground. What bound the two together was merely power and status.

He had previously been thinking about how to enhance his strength and break through his cultivation realm; now, the news Zhao Tian brought was exactly what he needed.

The Emperor faintly hinted that if Prince Liang pleaded for Concubine Liang, she would be given a lighter sentence; if he did not plead for her, she would be cast into the cold palace.

Good heavens, although she had long known that this playboy was good at picking up girls, she never expected that he could say such nauseating, life-taking love words without even changing his expression?

The series of surprises brought to Qian Yuan by the Xishan Arsenal caused his idea of adjusting the structure of the Five Armaments Department to suddenly mature. Since all the relevant parties were present, it was the perfect time to resolve it all at once.

He didn't know about Ming Xi's feelings, but he was an experienced person and could tell that there was someone in Ming Xi's heart.

The man was still shaken, and Yu Yuan escaped during his moment of distraction, running straight towards the Qingfeng Steamed Bun shop while crying.

Hong Zhenying followed behind Liang Hao; she didn't even need to use her Demonic Essence. With just the physical strength of the Nascent Soul stage, she could completely ignore the gravity of these steps.

In the distance, Lin Chengshuang was already urging Jun Ziyu impatiently. She couldn't understand how a grown man could be as slow as a snail, and it felt like he was being reluctant to part with Zhang Shunfeng. Could these two men be having an affair? She grumbled.

Doing this was firstly to let the children have their classes properly, and secondly to buy more time for Fang Dazhuang to polish his work.

On the basis of the master-servant contract, the Bone Dragon added some more content. This was even more powerful than a life-and-death pact; it was entirely one-sided.

The sight of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth left Gao Tingting, who was used to seeing her high and mighty, with mixed feelings. Joy! No matter how high she climbed, she still had to rely on her. Worry—that faint blood-related bond made her shed sorrowful tears for her younger sister.

Zhao Fangcheng was truly very excited; looking at Yue Yi and Sun Yifan, he was genuinely a bit speechless.

She didn't cry, but Yun Moyu was heartbroken to the point of being unable to bear it. Turning back to embrace her best friend, Yun Moyu secretly swore in her heart that she would treat her twice as well to make up for the trauma in her soul.

At this time, after putting away the valuable loot, Zhang Yu really lit a bonfire and began preparing to roast the big bird.

Everyone held their breath, not even blinking their eyes, fearing that if they were inattentive, the battle would start, and if they were inattentive again, the battle would end.

Chu Ling sniffed the flower pastry in her palm while scanning her expression. The more she felt that she was nervous, the more she knew that there was a problem with the thing in her hand.

Zhou Rui and Zhou Qi burst into laughter; they hadn't expected Grandma Liao to be so trendy, being able to come up with a term like "combat scum."

Li Jingwen's slender fingers gently pushed up his glasses, his deep eyes meeting An Luqin's gaze; it seemed he also wanted to hear her talk about that cat.