Chapter 63: The Little Rascal Chen Yuebin

“Shall we go over and take a look?” Lin Buwan, seeing his expression, guessed that he didn’t believe in such things and wanted to check for himself, though he was too embarrassed to say so. She simply offered him this way out.

Sure enough, over the next ten days, no matter how the Xia Kingdom’s army tried to provoke them, not a single person from the royal city stepped forward to fight.

But the old man suddenly raised both hands to shield his head, and Xiao Qiuyu nearly collapsed at the sight.

Thinking back to when people at home first began cultivating, it had only been ten years since Yan Bin, once a completely inexperienced transmigrator, had become one of the continent’s renowned experts.

Suddenly, Lin Feng felt a faint summons, as if called from afar. He froze for a moment, his mind drifting away, but though his thoughts had wandered, his body moved with flawless grace, weaving and leaping on Hilton’s back with even more elegance and fluidity.

Hearing the teasing praise, a captivating smile unwittingly traced Lin Yaxian’s lips, revealing the joy she felt deep inside.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. If those giants had been lured over again, they would have been in grave danger. Fortunately, their enmity had not been aroused.

Iguaca frowned slightly at Madame Kara before him; if her husband were not a chief minister in the Empire’s Treasury, he probably wouldn’t have had much to do with her at all.

At that moment, her eyes were half-closed, both hands forming a strange seal, absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, guiding it slowly through her meridians.

Kael spread his wings, exuding boundless authority, and the longsword in his hand was instantly engulfed in celestial flames.

Everyone present was an ancient monster that had lived for a thousand years or more; none could fail to understand the true meaning behind the Golden Jiao Clan Chief’s words. At this point, only by banding together could they hope for a slim chance at survival.

Looking at the street scenery around them, the chatter of several people drifted out now and then along the way. Most of it came from Gao Zhuo, with Demon Dust chiming in occasionally, but more often it was Demon Ke making introductions.

He was right; on the battlefield, accidents happen. Though rare, such things were not unheard of.

“What we should be concerned about now isn’t this. We should be thinking about how to explain ourselves to these people so they don’t hand us over to the police,” Lin Ru said with a forced smile, glancing around.

Gu Pan was caught between laughter and tears at the last remark. Seeing her uncle’s sincerity, she couldn’t refuse.

“So Cynthia, did Moltres tell you how it ended up fighting Kyurem?” Xia Yu asked Cynthia after listening to what Wataru had said.

It was just as the sun was setting. When the last of the orange glow faded, the places that had been warm by day turned a little chilly and desolate.

Since Li Xing, Dailins, and Alexandra had all been drinking, only Dante could come and take them home.

Worr exerted himself in the first half, controlling the game, but in the third quarter, he simply couldn’t stop Li Xing’s overwhelming offensive.

Ye Hanzhou shielded Ji Qingnian behind him, facing the bandits without a trace of fear. This rabble dared to pick a fight with him? Ridiculous.

Of course, there were many more like Gu Pan, who loved to immerse themselves, sharing in everyone’s excitement.

Chu Chu agreed. She knew this child was real; she had tested herself many times and there was no doubt.

Su Yuting, seeing the line of palace attendants following outside the carriage, immediately guessed that Consort Liu must have some scheme in mind for inviting them all to the palace today.

Yet faced with this aura, the effeminate man’s expression did not change in the slightest. He clapped lightly, and three more figures stepped out from behind him, each emanating the power of an early-stage Divine Emperor.