Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Mist Demon Illusion Array

Isabelle watched Chen Hu assemble the bed frame, then suddenly remembered something and immediately returned to the off-road vehicle, apparently to fetch something.

The life weapons known so far were the Moon Shield, the Birdsong Sword, Cameron, the Clear Staff, the Mocking Crossbow, and the Twin Necklace.

This trip was mainly for sightseeing and leisure, especially to experience the festive spirit of a foreign New Year celebration. In New York City, the Lunar New Year has been a holiday since 2003, with one day off. Some companies do not observe the holiday, but Chinese employees are given the day off, and Chinese-owned companies usually close collectively.

At this moment, when Lian Sheng linked her to her profession, only one line came to mind: pure and unstained from the mire, washed clean by the rippling blue water, yet not made gaudy by it.

On the day of the gang battle, when Yao Tie found Xiu Ming in the black market, it had already aroused Bai Ling’s suspicion. Why would a militia commander appear in the black market? Coincidentally, that day was also when the major factions of the underworld were completely reshuffled.

If it were only a single floor apart, one could still vaguely hear what they were saying, and perhaps use their words to determine whether these people were the target.

The father and son had not met for twelve years. From the moment he ran away from home, Long Yifan’s feelings toward him had been complicated; so were Reversing Fate’s.

Even the later ferocious beasts carried, of their own accord, many ancient primordial auras. At that time, the only way those beasts could survive, and even evolve, was by devouring other ferocious beasts.

Ye Feng had originally planned to go see another place, but when he looked back, he saw Ming Xin leading Song Yulong toward this side.

One must know that he had earlier brought the five of them to hide not far away and watch the battle unfold, and even when Lingxu and Xu Chunyang were in danger, he did not act.

The Prince Mansion was imposing because it had a national protector like General Situ Qianchen holding the fort. What did the Seventh Prince’s residence have? A pleasure-seeking wastrel? Or the neglected Seventh Prince who had given up on himself?

Yet Xing Chu merely glanced through it. Some of the weapon-smithing knowledge inside seemed rather superficial to him. If his cultivation were not constrained, he could forge weapons even better than Feng Qinghe’s.

Qing Binghe coughed lightly. What on earth was a running dog? At any rate, he was one of the Twelve Sources; that was far too insulting. As a powerhouse from the primordial era, if he were called that, would he not fight you to the death?

As he spoke, he moved the switched-on electric fan closer to him. To have such composure in weather like this was already quite admirable.

Brandon had first, like Heather, flatly denied knowing anything about it, and even more so refused to admit that he had arranged it. But he could not withstand Rhett’s relentless barrage of threats and pressure, and in the end admitted that he had arranged the assassin’s escape.

However, Wenxia was a madwoman at the moment. How could she possibly clearly recognize Aunt Jinxiu? That would be slapping herself in the face. So she paid no heed to Aunt Yue’s words and continued as she pleased.

Qing Binghe quickly unleashed the Ice Sword, and then a massive shield of ice rose before him. This technique was called the Heaven-Blanketing Ice Shield, a third-tier advanced pure defense skill. With the Black Ice Sword’s enhancement, it should possess the power of a fourth-tier skill.

Now that he had arrived in Murong City, and there was still some time before the grand competition, Li Yi finally had time to calm himself and comprehend things earnestly.

Zhuo Tian’s body suddenly jolted. He only felt something continuously surging into his body through his fingers. He did not know what it was, but it coursed through every limb and bone in him, and finally converged entirely upon his dantian and sea of qi, dyeing the entire sea of qi blood-red.

Fan Yu slowly turned around. That black shadow looked immensely massive, as if it could support the heavens.

Yet he was utterly unable to shake off the Hand of Collapse. The surrounding space within its grip exploded apart, and the one who suffered was Xing Jian himself.

At this moment, Yun’er and Xiu Yan were chatting with Taeyeon, who had just finished her exam, while Yun Xuan led Shui Jing over.

Wei Guobiao and Zhou Dongping left Jiming County ahead of time and headed toward the disaster relief command center located at the county government.

As everyone knew, once the King of Feasts flower lured its prey onto the surface of its petals, its most powerful means of capture was the immense suction released from its mouth. If the enemy was weak, they would have no strength to resist at all and would be swallowed directly into its jaws.

However, the figure that next walked to the very center of the inner hall completely exceeded Lin En’s expectations, leaving him in a daze and making him forget where he was, and even who he was.

Flying above the mountain ravines, Chen Yun looked toward the distant valley ahead, where the Five Armies Village lay in sight, and silently repeated to himself.

But she sat in Fang Yichen’s arms for a while and then kept squirming restlessly, making Fang Yichen, whose body had already begun to react, suffer terribly. His own body had already sensed the soft, delicate warmth of her backside... Yet she insisted on wriggling about, making it even harder for a man to bear such temptation.

The middle-aged man was named Song Haiping, a magnate in the tourism and catering industry in Ludong Province. Deputy County Chief Fei had exhausted every effort before finally managing to invite this mighty figure to Qiao County, intending for Song Haiping to invest there and build a countryside-style dining and tourism resort centered on agritainment.

A cold snort of dissatisfaction from the Death Knight Kael’thas made the curse cultists following beside him tremble deep in their hearts. That bone-chilling cold, as if it could freeze a person solid, caused the curse mages who still retained their identities as the living to subconsciously take small, shuffling steps, trying to move away from their commander.