592: Chapter 592 Is the Great Xia Dynasty in peril? Not only do they not help, but they also kick it when it's down!

Andre and Chris had just returned to Northern Europe and hadn't even had time to go back to their palace when they suddenly received news that the Sakura Ancient God had appeared.

And Lin Yuehua and Feng Wuji not only did not retreat, but they were also preparing to face the Sakura Ancient God head-on.

"How overestimating of their own capabilities," Andre curled his lip, his azure eyes filled with disdain. "Two at the early stage of the Emperor Realm, and one of them is a newly ascended Emperor, yet they dare to challenge an avatar of the Sakura Ancient God. They are purely courting death!"

Chris sneered.

Li Jinghua sighed and had someone help her up. She felt sorry for Consort Zhao, but she would not sympathize with her; after all, even though she was pitiful, she had once tried to deal with her son.

Over the years, she had put a lot of effort into Chongyu, but Chongyu was just such a stubborn person; no matter what she did, she couldn't resolve the resentment in his heart.

Xi Xizhi looked down and saw that she had been so busy chatting with An Honghan that she had forgotten to wipe away the muddy footprints.

When he went to Yingzhou, he had actually made up his mind. If it really didn't work, he would find a way to temporarily seal away his seven emotions and six desires.

At this moment, even Gu Ruoyun, who was an outsider, could detect the intense sorrow emanating from Lan Ge.

You Sheng, on the other hand, because of his great strength, let out a roar, then stomped his foot and snapped the skeleton hand.

"Heh, you haven't won either, have you? Talk to me after you win!" Bu Fan smiled slightly.

Wu Da Beitou was full of bitterness. Whether it was Du Bing or Li Ziliang, they both said, "Damn it, are you still worried about not having projects?"

After a lingering session, Tyr carried Miao Miao out, cleaned himself up, and lay down holding her.

Upon hearing this, Feng widened her beautiful eyes and said with some worry, "What is this place? It's the opponent's base camp! You're just going out so brazenly; are you sure nothing will happen? Are you sure you can really walk out of here safely? You guys really have a lot of nerve."

"It's not about whether what you're wearing is ordinary or not; it's that you simply aren't qualified to enter. This is the 50th-anniversary celebration of the AS Consortium. As for you..." The security guard once again looked at Ange up and down with a contemptuous expression.

Many people on the Mirage were thrown to the ground because of this sudden, violent shaking.

"Those of you who are unwilling to submit to me are free to leave the Leopard Head Society," Chen Mo said, a faint smile still hanging on his face.

It turned out that not only did the water spout shoot out, but it also had a fresh fish at the tip. The two cat brothers didn't notice and were both busy licking the water, making "peh-lo, peh-lo" sounds.

He knew that Zhou Ziyue was the person who treated Yu Sheng the best; he was her stepfather. She was so kind that she must care deeply about this person who treated her well.

She could only leave her nail marks on him in retaliation; the scratches were so deep that she could feel the man's flesh under her fingernails.

Yu An'an put down the waist she was holding and walked down the steps gracefully. Before she could reach Zhou Yong'an, she was picked up by the man's outstretched arms. He then grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up, ignoring Yu An'an's coquettish cry, and walked toward the living room.

Ange secretly glanced at Sheng Siyu and saw him with his arms crossed, his long legs casually crossed, and his body leaning lazily against the door, as if he too were waiting for her answer.

The first cliché that came to mind was the scene of not being able to open a bottle cap, but that kind of interaction was too outdated.

The door was carved with exquisite reliefs, which were composed of countless superimposed topological maps, giving it a rich sense of cyber-artistic beauty.

As the last king of the Witch Clan, Dayu Gufeng Chun naturally did not look at the position of a mere bureau chief. He also knew that the Bureau wanted to obtain those advanced technologies from him. Gufeng Chun had already disclosed quite a bit of technology, but for some things that humans should not yet possess at the current stage, the Bureau could do nothing about it.

"This point was also requested by Gao Fei. He said that you are the best candidate." Xu Zhe shook his head, his expression somewhat dazed as he spoke.