Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 883 Blood-Clad Wild Kid... Something's not right, is it?

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The fourth floor of the detached palace.

As Zizhu walked towards Yang Xiao, she felt a sudden jolt in her heart, finding it utterly unbelievable!

The Master of Zizhu Tower actually sent me a message!

And they can accurately pronounce their own names...

As for that person, he was only fortunate enough to pay his respects to his master in person when he became a wandering monk, following his senior brothers and sisters.

I never expected this.

I am now on the road to Immortal Smoke!

Consort Shu, lying in Shen Yan's arms, had begun to lose her senses and was even starting to moan.

It was this mentality that drove these new gamblers to pull the levers that burned away their fortunes, ultimately surrendering their lives in a fit of maniacal laughter. Angola, when he had lost everything, chose to quit, all because of a single sentence spoken to him by a former gambling star.

"So, your family also has its own special combat techniques, is that right?" Ilya crossed her arms, seemingly unhappy that she had kept this a secret from him for so long.

Number Eleven's voice could no longer remain calm; her hands gripped the bars of the judge's bench tightly, and her throat made gurgling sounds, like a drowning person unwilling to accept their fate.

Having spent some time in the bamboo forest, Lu Shaozhen's personality and way of doing things have changed a lot.

The soft, sweet voice, mixed with the aroma of alcohol, trailed off the last syllable of "君" with a long, drawn-out tone.

Seeing this, a hint of tension and unease flashed in the guard's eyes, but in the end he said nothing.

Ye Chunni found a stick about half her height and tapped the soil here and there, then squatted down and dug a few times.

At that time, the emperor had just been fostered by the current empress dowager and empress, and not many people knew him.

After seeing off the last group of customers, Xia Wan, Li Aizhen, and several sales assistants were all exhausted and collapsed on the ground. They had been so busy all day that they barely had time to rest, barely had a sip of water, and only ate a few bites of food for lunch and dinner.

"Master, the bottle can collect items that are about to explode into a spirit grenade. However, the explosive power is the same as the item's self-destruction, far exceeding that of a grenade," the super-powered system explained.

Under Li Qi's burning gaze, Feng Yinu's face flushed, her heart pounded, and her cheeks rosy as if she had applied rouge, making her even more captivating.

Li Yijie hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, don't rush, don't rush." ​​He drew his longsword completely, held it horizontally in front of him, and stared at the cold light reflected from the blade. With a clear whistle, he suddenly swung it out, the tip of the sword spinning freely, its movements extremely agile and free. However, judging solely from the swordsmanship, there was nothing particularly remarkable about it.

I didn't understand the other meaning behind Song Sisi's words, and couldn't help but curse, "Isn't that obvious?" Then I tried to take the sword from her hand, but I found that... no matter how I tried, Song Sisi kept the sword in her hand, and I couldn't take it from her at all.

Having recovered, the Guardian activated its Charge skill and used the speed it gained to slam into the Demon Bat.

Now that he wants to deal with his nominal fiancée, the Tan family shouldn't make things difficult for him.

But even though I'm soft-hearted, I definitely have to delete the photos on her phone, otherwise my campus life will be in trouble. So I told her: Stop hiding it. I know you got your period and stained your pants. Now take out your phone and delete the photos, and I won't bother you anymore. How about you leave now?

Before she could utter the last word, a pair of hot lips covered her sexy red lips.

Then, it seemed like the person on the phone gave some instructions, and Ma Jichu nodded several times before hanging up.

Nangong Xue followed the servant back to the main hall where they had met the day before. This time, Ping Ruoyu was not by her side, and without her chattering to lighten the mood, the air seemed much more oppressive.