Chapter 1181: New Mountain

Chen Pingan returned to the State Preceptor's mansion and went straight to the peach tree. He looked at the peach blossoms and said, "Ask Nianxin to come here."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Lincheng became even more enraged. He wished he could drag Jiang Nairan over and give her a good beating.

"Alright, with vegetables and meat, life is pretty good. This is what we common folk usually eat anyway," Zhao Dehan said, picking at his teeth.

But after Brother Ma was beaten into retirement and his reputation ruined, everything unfolded as he had predicted. His popularity gradually waned. Everyone's focus returned to another question: How would Luo Sen perform against a true first-tier LPL jungler?

In the car not far away, Pei Yan sat in the driver's seat, propping his chin and watching the scene leisurely. Then he smiled.

Su Haochen sighed, fortunate to have been reborn, otherwise Yun Ruoxi would have been buried in obscurity in his hands.

Alas, she had come here on a whim. Upon reaching Tiananmen, the capital of Beijing, besides wanting to secretly stick her big headshot on Tiananmen, she actually had more important things to do.

Moreover, she had privately complained to Yan Ruyu, telling her not to misuse her privileges arbitrarily.

Hearing that he was merely a gladiator apprentice, Raymond felt slightly disappointed but still accepted Batty Stutta's invitation.

Luo Sen had already arrived at the bottom lane triangle brush. When he walked there just now, the battle had just ended.

Of course, the Holy Grail pulling Raymond's consciousness in wasn't just to give him a radar function.

After finishing the call, the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie put down the binoculars, his face filled with anger. They took Zhou Rui and Xiaoxiao away, covering their heads with bags.

He had heard about that black rain from Miller. His previous boss, Kahn, knew about it, but he was now thoroughly dead.

Wen Baobao thought to herself, perhaps it was because she had used Wen Yi's body that she was infected, and constantly felt sad for her brother.

On one hand, he felt that he should be worthy of his good brother's trust and should not claim his good brother's cultivation technique for himself and pass it on to his descendants, which would be rather unrighteous. On the other hand, he felt that his good brother had no descendants, and he had a duty to help him and not let his profound skills be lost forever.

Kun Ba scoffed, gripping the iron pipe tightly. The letter-man yelled and charged over, but was struck on the wrist by Kun Ba with the iron pipe, dropping the axe in his hand.

In desperation, my father and I came up with the idea of feigning death to escape. To avoid suspicion, we even specifically stole the body of a villager who had died not long ago in the same village, and after deep night, we secretly swapped them.

Han Chen completely disregarded Tang Xinru's reminder, only thinking that Tang Xinru was siding with Zhang Feng, like an elbow turning outwards.

Seeing Zhang Feng's call, which hung up in less than half a minute, Sun Xiang's face immediately became bewildered, his eyes wide open.

She simply hid inside, planning to wait until the Water Lily Immortal and the black cloak had finished speaking and left before leaving herself.

I painstakingly went into the mountains to gather herbs, catch the mother wolf, and squeeze wolf milk, and finally Yi Yi's health improved.

As dawn was just breaking, the tightly closed rooms were not yet illuminated by light, remaining in darkness.

As long as they could force the Lakers to play slow, play in half-court sets, then the Lakers' offense would struggle greatly. Not to mention Nash couldn't play to his strengths, after falling into half-court sets, Gasol and Howard's offensive space would also be squeezed by each other.

"I am Ao Zhen of the Azure Sea Palace, you dare to injure this dragon, this dragon now sentences you again, to death!" Ao Zhen opened his large mouth and pronounced to Zhang Li.

"Die!" The great demon Tengshe let out a sinister laugh, its bloody maw biting directly towards Teng Zhe's neck.

"I..." Facing herself with long flowing hair in the mirror, with an exquisite face, Wei Yi was silent for a moment, then raised her left and right hands, tilted her head, her left hand grasping the end of her hair, and her right hand forming a palm blade.

"The skills presented by martial arts grandmasters can all be called peerless techniques, but the effectiveness can vary greatly. For example, this Dream Reversion Mind Method, in terms of vital energy growth, is just average. Its peerlessness lies in being able to practice automatically during sleep, which is also the foundation that martial arts grandmasters lay for their disciples.

The three individuals and the child arrived at the door. Before they could ring the doorbell, the room door was opened from the inside, and light spilled out.

It was impossible to think with your butt; it was definitely a move to retreat as a means to advance, and thereby win the heart of a beauty.

"Um, teacher, it's not what you think, didn't I say? You is my flesh and blood, my biological child, didn't you see it? The resemblance between her and me!" Wei Yi explained.

Saying this, her body suddenly rushed forward, standing firmly on the sea of flowers. Looking again, the formation that had been a thousand transformations in her eyes just now was now clear at a glance.

"What does 'I'm sorry' mean? Nangong Boxi, quickly tell me what's going on? I don't want to hear your apology!" Qian Lu nervously grabbed Nangong Boxi's arm, her fingernails digging into his flesh one by one. But no matter how much his arm hurt, Nangong Boxi felt it couldn't compare to the heartache he was experiencing at that moment.

After Lin Xia went to take a bath, he took out his phone and contacted Wang Fatty, asking him about those ancient paintings.

As a result, the two hit it off immediately, expressing that they could cooperate with each other, and cooperate well, sharing the wealth and getting rich together.

In front of the ancient temple, an ancient tree as vigorous as a coiling dragon, its entire body dry, stood quietly there. Its branches spread out like an umbrella, covering an area of more than twenty zhang.

Nine thousand years have passed, seas have become mulberry fields. He doesn't know how many of his many old friends from his previous life are still alive today, and whether they will have a chance to meet again in the future.

The pleasant sound of bronze objects clashing rang in her ears, and a scene of ice and snow suddenly flashed through Mu Qinqin's mind.

Still indifferent, just sitting there blankly in the chair, quiet, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with her.