134 Dream Ripple 7

Master of Mythology The novel I wrote is truly dreadful. 1296 words 2026-04-13 10:29:13

Xiao Yunmeng Zhong Qinglan checked his pulse and breathing. Only after confirming that he was in no immediate danger did she let out a sigh of relief and wipe the cold sweat from her face.

Bai Zongnan’s face was pale. Leaning against the tree trunk, he remained silent for a long while before finally asking, “What happened just now? How did I faint?”

Xiao Yunmeng Zhong Qinglan sighed. “You have not practiced the Heavenly Evolution Formula for very long, and your cultivation has yet to stabilize. Therefore, whenever you circulate your power, the elemental force within your body will...”

The Great Elder always seemed to know exactly what Zhuang Ruoshi was thinking, explaining her innermost thoughts as though he had worms in her belly.

When Grandma saw this, she was terrified. She hurried to my side and pulled me down to kneel, but I clenched my fists and stood rigidly, refusing to kneel before him.

He had demonstrated to perfection the truth that one must bow beneath another’s roof, and that those who understand the times are the true heroes.

His foot, still shod in a broken shoe, caught in a snare made of vines. Before he could react, he went sprawling with a thud and landed flat on the ground.

Upon hearing this, Luo Qiyan pressed his lips together and said nothing. Yet the fine silk shirt crushed out of shape beneath his tightly clenched hands revealed his feelings at that moment.

“How fierce.” The Bone Emperor smiled. His skeletal wings remained illusory and did not fully unfold, leaving no trace of their presence while displaying their full might. With a single movement, he slipped past the Demon Emperor’s interception and reached the lower level.

Wei Liaoweng’s suggestion was certainly rich in possibilities. Once Li Quan came to Lin’an, there was no doubt he would become a hostage.

The rich aroma of pork mingled with the distinctive fragrance of celery, and somehow these became the most delicious dumplings Xiao Jingheng had ever eaten among the countless dumplings he had tasted.

The Venerable Guanyin was speechless with exasperation. Did that monkey really think she did not know he had become violent only because of the provocation along the way?

At Xiao Jingheng’s courtyard house that day, he had appeared dazed and hesitant, but in truth, he simply had not dared to be the first to eat.

Because Han Ruchu had been dragged away by Xu Jiamu, the auction had been forced to stop. Without its main character, the explosive news naturally died down as well, and everyone gradually dispersed.

In this otherworld, she had no true family in the strictest sense. She had never thought of forcing herself to obtain a love of her own, much less relying on a man to survive there.

The key point of the Gu Xu Realm lay in He Yao Mountain. Surely no one would be foolish enough to attack its foundation directly.

“Knowing full well that the broth was scalding, you bullied the simple-minded Su You and actually ordered him to retrieve it with his bare hands! Your cruelty is utterly outrageous!” Xiling Mo’s voice was cold and merciless as he glared icily at the First Master.

Thus, when the slender man and the sturdy middle-aged man had joined forces to attack moments earlier, Ren San’s great-grandfather had immediately seen through the weakness. He had borrowed their strength to strike back and defeated them with effortless ease.

“Bring out the finest pastries in your shop.” Mu Xiaoxiao had a loud voice, and her words instantly drew the attention of everyone gathered around the pastry shop.

A chill ran down Chen Xuan’s spine. He abruptly recoiled, narrowly avoiding the scissors in Ning Xinyue’s hand. She snipped at empty air, and the sound of the two blades scraping together frightened Chen Xuan until his face turned white.

At the mention of these matters, Leng Xun was equally bewildered. “I never investigated the reason in detail. I only know that, from as far back as I can remember, I lived on Ling Sheng Street, where I was taken in by a kindhearted beggar. She taught me how to survive, how to beg, and how to perform odd jobs. Later, my adoptive mother disappeared, and I built everything from nothing, eventually establishing the Leng family’s business in Ling Sheng.”

The biting wind that swept in through the opened side door carried a heavy stench of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder, making Huang Shan feel like vomiting.

Suddenly, a man’s voice rang out like a great bell as he shouted in a deep tone, “Cowardly brigands, take this blade!” As his voice fell, the third round object immediately came rolling to the ground. The man with the coarse, husky voice finally collapsed as well.

Tang Lin rose early the next morning, naturally because he had to go to the imperial palace that day to discuss the matter. In truth, he was somewhat nervous. He had no idea whether the Emperor would agree to let him go there after hearing about it.