Chapter 87: Did You Bully Your Sister?

“You sit in the front.” Gu Bin pulled him from the back seat and pushed him toward the passenger side.

“Go easy on me...” Wang Fan pretended not to hear their earlier conversation and grumbled, “So what if you have a girlfriend? You forget your friends for romance.”

“You’re just being asked to move seats, why so much fuss?” Gu Bin ignored him, letting Lin Xiyu get in first and then getting in himself.

“To Daming Lake Train Station,” Feng Qiange looked at her in disbelief, hesitated for a moment, then took hold of the hand holding the flute: “You don’t need to...” She knew he never touched these things; if he wanted to learn, someone as clever as her could easily guess the reason.

It was her fourth day awake, and she could basically get out of bed and walk. She suggested going out for a stroll, so the eighteen black-clad guards followed behind in perfect order—a truly spectacular sight.

My whole body involuntarily trembled, as if thrown into icy water in the coldest winter.

If my Demon Speaker is a demonic profession, then Wind Speaker is a divine one. I can’t say how terrifying their power is, but at least it should rival Water Floods the Heavens.

This reply from the Fourth Prince struck Xiao Yang like a bolt of lightning; his body suddenly stiffened. Her words made it clear she was unwilling to give up going to Jingjue, still intent on heading to Xiuyá’s side.

Suddenly, as if startled, she darted back into my arms, her plump little body trembling.

The two drank until four in the morning before returning. No matter how much alcohol, as long as an internal master doesn’t want to get drunk, they never will.

A glass gourd? Imagining himself running around with a gourd, Qu Dan instantly shook his head. It looked good but was useless. With his skills, the gourd he could make would probably only serve as a seat, with no offensive power at all.

When Mu Shang took off his light-sensing glasses, Black Night’s Vietnamese warrior showed her fierce side. She strode over to Mu Shang, gave him a light punch on the shoulder without ceremony, then smiled at him and walked off the competition stage.

Their destination was the neighboring city. Spending one night there, then driving another day tomorrow, they should reach Dongjiang.

Although Ye Qianmo and Uncle Fu didn’t know this method, seeing that she showed no sign of joy and looked even more troubled, they realized this method wouldn’t be easy either—or perhaps even harder than the previous one.

In the sky, the purple-gold giant dragon let out a desolate roar, swung its claw at its opponent, then its massive body turned into a stream of light and merged into Ao Miao’s body.

“Seeing you all work so hard, I have to train myself too. Otherwise, with my mediocre abilities, how could I face you as your master?” Luo Chong laughed.

After finishing, he took a scroll from his hand and said, “This is the method to control the flames within the three of them. Roumei has already experienced it. On the day of the grand ceremony, if anyone dares to interfere, cripple them directly.”

Even Leng Yue couldn’t deny it—the flowers in this courtyard bloomed in myriad shapes, alluring and elegant.

Dozens of dark shadows shot toward Nalan Sheng like arrows, each carrying celestial weapons. They deftly passed through the fire people and surrounded Nalan Sheng’s throne.

Rain ceased, letting out a sigh of relief, and only now noticed how late it was. She picked up Xuanzang and rode the clouds back to Golden Mountain Temple.

Shock surged in Furong’s eyes; she lowered her gaze, not letting Leng Yue see her emotions.

But as a suspect of profiteering, how could he get himself released in the shortest possible time?

“Oh, who wanted me to come in flat and leave upright? Well, that depends on whether you have the qualifications.” When Jing Yan turned to see the man’s face, the smile on her own grew even brighter.

Yi Tian replied via telepathy, feeling that planting Xiya among humans was a good choice.