Chapter 58: Ning Rongrong's Sister Yu'er
What Ning Fengzhi did not know was that after suffering grievances at Shrek Academy, Ning Rongrong originally intended to swallow her pride and assimilate into their group.
However, the appearance of Qian Yunyu made her wake up abruptly. She was, after all, a noble little princess by birth, and there were plenty of circles that would welcome her; there was no need to wrong herself just to fit into one. Therefore, she had deliberately kept herself lingering on the fringes of the Shrek clique.
As for Qian Yunyu, she thoroughly enjoyed having Ning Rongrong flutter around her, acting spoiled and cute.
The two of them sat down as Guo Yongren poured two glasses of red wine, and they sipped slowly. "Yongren, the wine here is quite good, but it's simply too expensive. My salary for an entire year wouldn't even buy a single bottle," Wei Ming said with a smile.
Sensing the warning from the Old Celestial Master, Xu Le gave up on further probing. After all, there was a good show slated for today; if he were to startle the Old Celestial Master and ruin the performance, it wouldn't be fun anymore.
The Phoenix Heaven Grand Array was already exceptionally formidable to begin with, and this location was right at the Phoenix Nest, surrounded by the aura of phoenixes everywhere. Consequently, once this grand array was activated, its might was even more terrifying than the records described in ancient texts. Even powerhouses of the sixth level of supernatural powers fighting within it would be unable to shake the Phoenix Heaven Grand Array.
Among them, Xiong Ritian and Dou Lin had both undergone bloodline awakenings, causing their physiques to skyrocket, propelling them directly into the four-turn realm.
The two bulls had already fought two rounds, and this was now the championship match. Their handlers were currently adjusting the status of the fighting bulls, wiping away sweat and feeding them water.
Although the burly man in the plaid shirt felt a faint sense of panic in his heart, he simply could not believe that Zhao Yao, the coward from just a moment ago, had suddenly transformed into an esper. Thus, the burly man picked up a brick and smashed it toward Zhao Yao.
To give a simple example, if a certain piece of equipment increases physical attack by 50, and the game designer feels that is too low to reflect the item's preciousness, they can simply change it directly to 100. Of course, such adjustments themselves must undergo rigorous numerical calculations.
The dark side within Emperor Kangzheng's heart, fermented by arrogance and megalomania, was continuously expanding. Her brazenness and conceit swelled drastically.
Stepping heavily on the gas pedal all the way to Manzhou, the attendants refused to refuel without checking the transport permits. Fortunately, all the documents were safely stored in his spatial storage, and eventually, the aquaculture transport permit did the trick. Once they realized this guy was in the fish-farming business, they finally agreed to fill the tank.
After listening to Chuxue's account, Ling Qingrui unconsciously twirled the willow-leaf scalpel in her hand, her gaze flickering incessantly between light and shadow.
That single sentence truly awakened the dreamer. Fu Lin suddenly realized why the woodcutting commoners they had encountered earlier had seemed so peculiar—it turned out they were all scouts for the Black Mountain Army.
Shangguan Susu slowly lowered her head. Bending forward, half of her body hung over the edge, her disheveled hair failing to cover her swollen, edema-ridden face, making her malevolent and venomous gaze all the more piercing.
Bai Yun raised an eyebrow as he looked at the young man, then turned his gaze to Chen Hong's beautiful, delicate face and her tightly furrowed brows, vaguely guessing the reason behind it all.
Since ancient times, temples, Taoist shrines, imperial palaces, secluded villas, and even the burial sites of notable figures had all chosen the Western Hills as their locations.
"You're not honest. This must also include the person you like. Do you dare claim you've never whispered sweet nothings or used glib talk on Murong Hong?" Chen Ronglin possessed deep facial features and exquisite contours, with the striking and vibrant colors of his irises and lips vividly contrasting. A face resembling an oil painting looked good no matter what expression it made, and it certainly easily won people's favor.
Compared to Hua Fuxiao's apprehension, the Blue Spirit Emperor who had blocked her path found his eyes and brows instantly lighting up.
"Initial stage of the True Realm?!" Bai Bai could not believe it. The momentum emanating from Mofa right now faintly carried the aura of a True Realm master. Although he had not truly stepped into it yet, he was only half a step away.
The four disciples of the Divine Cult had all clearly witnessed the strength of his bodyguards. The moment he went to register, the Cult Leader of the Divine Cult would undoubtedly find out immediately.
As he died, this sentence—one that had not surfaced in his mind for a very long time—echoed relentlessly within Meng Qisheng's heart.