Profile Master 24

“What does it matter how good the mood is? It still gets spoiled by flies. Disgusting!” A pair of long, deep-set eyes flickered with indifference, a hint of detachment passed over his handsome features, and his thin lips curled slightly as he raised an elegant, slender hand to bring a white jade cup to his mouth.

The Dragon-Piercing Awl stabbed through the last of the demon clan standing before Wu Hao, leaving a faint trace of blood upon his forehead, and then, as if drained of all strength, fell lifelessly at his feet.

“That’s nothing to worry about. Give her the antidote to the Life-Death Talisman and have her lead the way. If she refuses to behave, she can forget about getting the antidote.” Hearing Lian Chengbi’s concerns, Shi Hui sounded utterly unconcerned.

“Don’t ask me! It’s not like I made you kneel!” As she spoke, Tian Xue couldn’t help but glare at Long Linfei, her face full of blame and her words tinged with anger.

Lin Huan’s examination class had been placed with those of Lin Bo’er and You Ma. Given today’s luck, he might well end up sitting at Bo Bo and You Ma’s table.

As soon as those words were spoken, the Nascent Soul ancestors still wavered, but all the Divine Wanderer cultivators instantly swept the area with their spiritual senses.

His purpose this time was to deliver information about Hui’an Discipline Institute in Shangyang City to the person involved.

Or rather, there might be more intricate details, but those are not what people care about—everyone simply saw evil receive its due retribution.

It was now April; by next year’s March, not quite a full year—this was already the greatest challenge to Young Master Wen’s bottom line. In his view, the engagements of Fifth Prince Ji Cheng, Sixth Prince Ji Lang, and Heir Su Yishi of the Duke of Anguo’s household were truly rushed to the point of being crude, almost makeshift.

Huan Bin led the team, leaving behind those assigned to guard the camp, while the rest marched in grand fashion into the mountains.

The main street was a meat grinder; Tang troops and rebels alike were ceaselessly thrown into the fray, countless soldiers perishing there as blood and flesh flew. The rebels were determined to storm into Luoyang, while the Tang army spared no cost to drive them from the city.

When Ye Zifeng mentioned the name Wang Xianzhi, no one laughed; clearly, none of them thought it impossible.

Rashan removed the harness and, along with a group of Zoroastrian guards, dragged the cart to the edge of the valley. They all shed their black outer robes, revealing the attire beneath.

“No need! Though I am blind, my limbs still work, and I can cast spells to set up a barrier. You won’t be any help here, so if there’s nothing else, you’d best leave!” Nan Kongqian said bluntly.

“Weinan, do you need a rest before we set out again? Or maybe I should just have Old Wu come with me instead?” Once Chu Ning and Fang Weizhen had gone off, Shen Huijun turned to Fang Weinan, her tone grave.

Wei Du understood Wei Gutian’s current mood perfectly. That’s why she risked incurring the young master’s resentment by bringing up the map.

“I’m sorry! Please forgive my lack of restraint.” Lin Yuhao realized his own impropriety and hastily pushed Chu Ning away, turning aside. Only after calming down a little did he face her again.

“This cloak—from here to here, this side is a map of the mountains and rivers, and this side is a totem. Look, this…” She seemed intimately familiar with Xingtian’s cloak. “This one is flame.” As I followed her pointing finger, I indeed saw the totem symbolizing fire.

Wei Yecheng and Jiang Xu’s students were scattered across the land, but those whom both men praised and even promoted were few and far between.

Yan Fei continued carpet-bombing while monitoring the effectiveness of his strikes with quantum radar. On the scanner, nothing on the ground could escape his notice. If he spotted any American soldiers who survived, Yan Fei would bomb the area again, eradicating any hidden enemies.

When Han Sen heard the notification, he was momentarily stunned, unable to recover his wits. He had only struck the eyeball reflexively to stop it from escaping, never expecting such a reward.

Xu Le, finding himself bored after a while, wandered outside and, finding a secluded spot, called Bai Wuchang.

Lin Feng looked at him and asked. He was in his forties, tall but a little thin, with dark circles under his eyes as if he’d stayed up all night.

Wangbei Group held over 1,600 mu of commercial land reserves, but only around 300 mu were truly valuable.

The old couple shot the meddling young man a fierce glare, called for their big dog, and walked away with it.

After traveling more than ten miles, they spotted a great mountain up ahead, and all the blue monkeys ran toward its slopes.

Continuing to write—another chapter coming soon… Of course, perhaps in the middle of the night, perhaps by morning; best not to wait up.

The fortune left by the White Tiger Emperor included not only an unimaginably precious inheritance, but also many of the Emperor’s memories.

If he showed favoritism or struck a blow at the Second Prince while he was down, it would surely make Emperor Mingxuan suspect him of fraternal disloyalty, sowing discord and dragging himself into the mire—not worth the risk.

The giant swamp squid appeared immense, but in fact, it was only its tentacles that were long; in terms of body size, it was no bigger than the combined bulk of two skeleton lizards.

As the two livestream channels reached fever pitch, this round of the game ended after just twenty-seven minutes.

Elves live long lives, so what he called a “short time” was not a few months or years, but possibly decades—or even centuries.

Seeing this, Zhang Chen’s claws reached out; Gu Xun’er’s abdomen twisted, revealing a void in which a golden flame floated.