Chapter 60: Why Is It So Hard for Her to Seek Out a Thunder Tribulation?

"Master, I am your own flesh and blood disciple!" Sima Nansheng let out a loud roar.

There is no way you can screw over your own disciple like this!

"Ahem, Junior Sister, Master has watched over you for a whole month without closing his eyes. He must be exhausted right now, so let him get some proper rest."

Ye Yanqing rubbed Sima Nansheng's head, while Sima Nansheng pouted with grievance as she looked at her senior brothers.

Oh well, considering how hard he worked to watch over her, she wouldn't hold it against him too much.

If not for Hua Qingcheng, perhaps Yibao would now be nothing more than a lonely ghost wandering some mass grave, but in that winter, everything changed.

After flashing for about three or four minutes, the giant screen finally brought the dazzling final madness to an end. When the computer-calculated highest single-bet price was displayed on the screen, it finally triggered a wave of noisy discussions.

Everyone burst into laughter, as if hearing the most hilarious joke. The Heavenly King of Xuanwu made a gesture as if to discipline these crazy girls, and everyone giggled and dodged to the side.

Just as Panda was feeling helpless, his phone rang. Panda glanced at it—the number was not saved in his contacts, but his first reaction was that it was his uncle.

On the very second day after the arrests were made at the Prince Chu's Manor, during the early morning court session, a censor submitted a memorial exposing how the Prince Chu's Manor had run over and killed a imperial scholar traveling to the capital for examinations, leaving the victim with no place to seek justice.

Madam Liu glanced at her sideways. "What, finally willing to speak? Not playing mute anymore?" From refusing to board the bridal sedan chair this morning all the way to this place, she had refused to say a single word. Back at the Old Liu family, she had only repeated that one phrase over and over: she refused to board the bridal sedan chair, and if they forced her to, she would hang herself in the Old Sun family's bridal room.

Normally, for Xiao Yao, who was well-versed in the fields of romance, this was nothing much. But just moments ago, Ning Xia had been wearing a military uniform.

Following the press conference, the gaze of the global media was no longer focused solely on the Wa nation, but gradually began to notice the Divine Land as well.

Every word spoken was filled with genuine emotion and was deeply moving, yet both Baili Muliang and Old Madam Bai knew Madam Lu all too well. Seeing that the blood bird's nest was indeed a rare and precious delicacy, doubts also arose in their hearts.

Looking at her delightfully plump hips, Taibai swallowed hard with difficulty and let the tight skirt drop halfway down. This half-concealed sensation only made Taibai even more infatuated. He placed his hand over that half-exposed plump hip of Su Qingyi and began kneading it vigorously.

What pissed him off the most was that for this fieldwork mission, he had even spent a considerable sum to suck up to the big shots behind the scenes.

The leaderboard was an open conspiracy, using information asymmetry and high rewards to make various factions work and serve them.

Yet no matter how fallen it was, White Cloud Temple remained one of the branch lineages of Zhengyi. Reason and convention dictated that they should be invited to a major Taoist grand ritual like the Grand Thanksgiving Ritual.

Li Yang was brimming with high spirits. At least for now, a situation where his home base was ambushed by the likes of the Venerable One would never happen again.

The aura of courage had turned into an aura that lowered courage, and unyielding steadfastness had transformed into flying away at the slightest touch.

Wang Yuanzhong instantly raised his hand, grabbed Sun Yang by the shoulder, pinched down hard with his fingers, and then pulled him backward.

Days gradually grew colder, the grass on the ground had long since withered and turned yellow, and patches of forest stood quietly in the distance.

Originally, living in the Southern Continent, he had thought the resources here were already abundant enough—at least, they should have been enough for him to break through and leave the mortal realm.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Han Mengying's tone; she clearly did not buy Jiang Yunying's rhetoric at all.

Of course, an event held at a school certainly could not be directly named a "cast meet-and-greet" or anything similar. Instead, it was draped under banners like "Contemporary Youth Spirit Exchange Conference" or "Youth Knowledge Exchange and Sharing Seminar."

With Qishang's Butterfree legion, they hunted down the Pidgeottos with extreme efficiency, as if reborn.

This time, he spoke with absolute righteousness, as if my actions were the abnormal ones.

As an excellent private equity fund manager, Yang Lu was exceptionally skilled at handling such official social occasions.