Chapter 889 The Forbearing Person

Ding Huan looked at Hou Yucheng and said, "Fellow Daoist Hou, regardless of whether I am brave or not, I am a Taoist master after all, so I must have some skills.

With your level of cultivation, you are much braver than me to stay in the Wandao Mountains."

Hou Yucheng is also cultivating in the realm of creation.

With Ding Huan's vision, he could naturally see that Hou Yucheng's avenue was condensed and not a bit overflowing.

The foundation of this great Dao is so profound that even Ling Zhu

"That's great, this way I don't have to think of ways to rob other people's houses!" Mo Fan was delighted and immediately devoted himself to the cause of "solving the formation".

Ikkyu exhaled a breath of air from his chest, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes slightly, and recited the Vajra Sutra.

The whole village seemed to be filled with the smell of blood, and even the dogs in the village stopped barking. The surrounding villages finally understood what Master Yang's drastic measures were.

Captain Xie glanced at his uncle, gritted his teeth and said, "There are only more than 30 people in the garrison, and most of them can't even lift their weapons." After saying that, he lowered his head, as if the ground was covered with flowers.

Mo Fan's muscles were tensed tightly and he bit the ground tightly. He was competing with Huang Daoli in endurance, which was also his advantage.

With so many things to do, it was getting late. Xu Zhichao thought for a moment, then looked at the empty gold-mining shop on his computer desktop. Finally, he decided to take a nap and deal with it after he woke up.

The decoration inside the hall is very exquisite, and the feng shui is excellent. How can it be out of place with this mass grave? This is what Huang Yiming can't understand the most. From the hall, the decorations, and the exquisite objects, all of them show the aura of an emperor.

The teachers sitting around her had seen her with the cigarette in her mouth more than once, but it was hard for them to get used to the smell of the cigarette when they were so close to her.

Xu Zhichao was furious deep down inside. He looked through the conversation records between Cha Yinghui and Ying Meng, and was so angry that his lungs almost exploded and smoke came out of his seven orifices.

Even if Xu Zhichao's story about doing business with astronauts was false, what were these things beside him? A trick?

"Why don't we leave here tomorrow. The day after tomorrow is the day when the space rift will open again. If we start preparing today, we should be able to leave here in one day." Jun Wuyou thought about it and felt that the time had come, so he proposed to Changning and others.

Thinking of this, and considering the Gao family's prestige in the martial arts world, everyone naturally nodded in agreement.

"Turn on the ion barrier generator!" After successfully performing the self-torture trick and thinking about the crash of the target area of ​​z11, Xiong Qi decisively ordered to turn on the system used to block the opponent's electronic system detection.

"Onii-chan, you can't praise her at this time!" Itsuka Kotori reminded her while holding the microphone.

"Well...what about you? Do you think he is handsome?" Sure enough, Su Xing was still worried. He asked for a long time but couldn't see anything from Lin Xiaoxiao, so he had to continue asking.

Ever since he returned to the capital on that stormy early morning and collapsed in the Lotus Garden in front of Luo Man, he has been unconscious! It was not until last night that he finally woke up.

As the saying goes, opposites attract. At this moment, as Xiong Qi got closer to Eva, his breathing became rapid again. And Eva, who pretended to be calm in front of Xiong Qi, gradually felt her body getting hotter as Xiong Qi got closer.

After coming out of Prince Jin's Mansion, Jin Qing couldn't calm down. The embroidery she saw today made her heart waver. Princess Jin and her cousin were definitely not as indifferent to worldly affairs as they appeared to be. The embroidery with extraordinary meanings they chose reflected the ambition of Prince Jin's Mansion for that position.

Yan Qing didn't not care whether she recovered her memory or not, but she vaguely felt that as long as the time came, she would naturally recover her memory.