He had never expected the final competitors to be himself and Yuan Ziqi. Thinking back on his marriage proposal all those years ago, Liu Xiaolou still felt nostalgic, along with a measure of pride. Their cultivation had been similar back then, and sixteen years later, it was still the same. Compared with the direct grandson of that great clan, he had not fallen behind.
He had heard that Yuan Ziqi had come as well and was staying on Songfeng Pavilion Mountain. Liu Xiaolou dearly wished to go see him, but before this matter was settled, he ultimately did not take another step down Zhenlong Pavilion Mountain.
If, at this moment, Xiang Wuxiaomeng carefully examined Lin Feng's appearance in the game, she would find his body somewhat thin and his build not particularly imposing, yet his brows brimmed with resolve. It was an indescribable look, one that made people feel at ease.
"You want to be a waiter? Do you know what a waiter's job involves? Can you endure that hardship?" I frowned, utterly torn between laughter and tears.
Walking at the very front was the Egyptian military. After Major General Said noticed quite a few black statues around the hall, he gave orders to the soldiers.
At that moment, the only Elder of the Sea of Blood Society still alive was instantly startled and came to his senses.
"Back at the academy, we were sisters who could talk about anything. How could I possibly forget your birthday?" A nostalgic expression appeared on Huguang's face.
A light knock suddenly came from the doorway. Gong Qianzhu turned around and saw Miss Ziyue in a purple dress standing by the door, one hand still resting on the frame as she looked at her with calm, rippleless eyes.
Staring intently at the angel, they