Chapter 897 Kill Again
What Ding Huan didn't expect was that Jing Xizhen was slightly startled when he heard his words, and then nodded: "You are right, before you are brought to justice, this position does belong to you."
After saying this, Jing Xizhen gave up the position of Taoist Master and sat in the seat next to him instead.
"Ding Huan, I'll give you my seat now."
After Jing Xizhen sat down, he looked at Ding Huan with some sarcasm in his tone.
Ding Huan didn't care
What we saw was that there were not only a few guys wearing golden helmets and silver armor coming towards us, but there were actually tens of thousands of troops following them.
Looking at the true fire again, it rushed back into Ye Chen's body like a ray of golden light, which made Xiong Er on the side extremely surprised.
Guan Jinlin is still as handsome and free-spirited as he was when he gave a speech at the Nanjing Central Auditorium four years ago. He even used his light skills to jump onto the stage.
When Zhao Tiezhu returned to Yuxi Village, he found that it was just as he had imagined. The whole village was in a panic and people looked at him strangely when they saw him.
At this moment, another drunk saw that Yang Fan had no time to fight, and thought he could take advantage of the situation, so he raised his fist and hit Yang Fan. However, before his fist landed, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and then he covered his crotch and sat on the ground. The pain was so severe that he broke out in cold sweat and grimaced.
Because not long after leaving Huangsha Island, the ship of Xiling Chamber of Commerce lost its trace in the Luotian Sea.
"What? You don't even know martial arts? Then it seems your alcohol tolerance must not be very good either?" He Lanzhu said.
Yinzi was keenly aware of this problem, and it was probably what Guan Jinlin was worried about beforehand; otherwise, why would Guan Jinlin let Yinzi cooperate with Liu Cuilian and Wu Tianying? This is the reason why the seventh-rank official at the prime minister's door is so important.
After a long time, he finally raised his head and looked at me with an extremely sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through me. I remained calm. At this time, it was a competition of who would lose their temper first.
Su Moli turned her eyes back to the gifts in her hands. She opened a few boxes and found that they were all wedding gifts sent by relatives and friends.
Zhuo Ling's eyes narrowed, and all the muscles in his body tensed up. He didn't believe that Xu Beiguan's men would shoot and kill people in their room. "You want to shoot? You didn't turn on the safety." He reminded.
When he learned that his opponent was Si Ling, he knew that only one of them could survive. To him, it didn't matter whether Si Ling was the leader of the rebel army in this expedition to the west, nor was there any great meaning of "swearing to kill the enemy leader to shock the king's army". His starting point for killing Si Ling was never to serve the king and put an end to the chaos.
Ever since he refined the Forbidden Demon Prison through the Great Spiritual Communication Technique, his cultivation has now reached the sixth tribulation of the Yuantai realm. It is not that Qin Ming does not want to continue to improve his cultivation, but his heavenly tribulation is too terrifying.
"There are countless nobles in Shengjing. Since this person's ancestors were wronged, he must be unwilling to deal with princes and nobles again." Ji Jingxi speculated.
Time passed by bit by bit, and as Su Zimo's hands continued to move, the spotless white A4 paper gradually became covered with scribbled words and drawings, but at first glance, it did not make people feel dazzling.
Judging from various reports and online responses, this year's jewelry design competition has already won high expectations. Of course, it is also highly anticipated.
Suddenly, the cup fell heavily to the ground. The harsh sound immediately tensed his nerves. He quickly turned around and walked to Tan Qiqi, and found that she was weakly but panickedly holding the tissue on the table, covering her nose, and tilting her head back slightly.
By then, even if all the needles were taken out, Master Ling's body would be in tatters, his cultivation would be lost, and he would be no different from a disabled person.
"If the scene just now was captured by reporters, maybe I would be your scapegoat again the next day." Song Ming crossed his arms and looked down at Jin Yexuan with a helpless look, and raised his head towards him.