Once again standing at the foot of Tianmu Mountain, Liu Xiaolou felt deeply conflicted.
To be honest, if he could avoid coming, he never would have wanted to come. But circumstances often proved stronger than people. For Tan Bazhang's happiness, and to bring the Three Xuan Sect a reliable alchemist, he chose to lower his head once more.
After waiting before the mountain gate for quite some time, Yellow Leaf Immortal appeared from the mountain again. At the sight of Liu Xiaolou, undisguised delight spread across his face, and he nearly jogged over.
The two met.
"Hey, Simao, immediately make a copy of the recording from the lobby just now. It absolutely cannot be lost!" Li Gan told one of his trusted men at the company.
Would this Demon Lord, this Golden Winged Cockroach, truly be completely knocked out by humanity's anesthetic...?
Lin Feng could tell that Wen Fucheng was panicking terribly when he said this, and his speech came in broken fragments. As for that last sentence, it sounded as though he had made it up on the spot.
"That's right. The quieter it is, the bigger the move. We must stay prepared at all times, and when the moment comes, strike once and kill!" Jin Faguang said blandly.
To Zhan Zhao, the Miao Territory was both unfamiliar and fresh. Once the Miao people here recognized you as their friend, they would bare their hearts to you. But if they became your enemy, they would fight to the death without end.
There was silence inside for a long while. Shangguan Ji gave a miserable smile, slowly turned around, and his staggering figure vanished into the dark end of the corridor.
"What did you do to her? What have you done to her?" Zi asked in panic. No matter what