A rope coiled around Tian Wuxin's waist, appearing out of nowhere and startling him for no reason.
He had never seen such a magical artifact before. It actually ignored the Golden Purple Nan Coffin protecting him above his head, appearing as though from thin air and binding itself around him.
Even his charge toward Liu Xiaolou became somewhat unsteady.
But then he relaxed inwardly. The rope merely tightened once before slipping off, causing him no harm whatsoever. Its only effect was to make him lunge forward.
The weather at the beginning of September was precisely when the autumn tiger ran rampant. Even beneath the sunshade, the teachers' faces were generally flushed, with sweat beading on their foreheads and temples.
There were many benefits to doing this. With a force loyal to him, it would become much easier for Qin Cheng to gain a foothold in this world in the future.
Over the years, Master had deliberately concealed the secrets of his origins, leaving him completely ignorant of the Clear Sky Sect even now. Hearing Jiang Feng say this, he was naturally utterly bewildered.
Joy could be seen on every magical soldier's face. They had never imagined this would be a conspiracy.
How could he make these fragile hemp stalks sturdy and durable, preferably as hard as iron rods? This was a major problem Qiu Suo faced.
The blind old woman felt around, intending to sit down. Qiu Suo hurriedly found a bundle of dry grass and spread it on the ground before helping the old woman sit down slowly.
Declining the auction house staff's suggestion to take them to a private room, Ning Fengzhi directly led Jiang Feng into the main hall and casually found two adjacent seats.
Since that was the case, he might as well gamble alongside the