Holy Flying Elephant Lulu impatiently flew toward the Sword of Zariel. Aoko and the other two exchanged glances and stepped forward after her.
But just as Lulu was about to use her trunk and forelegs to pull the Sword of Zariel from the rock, a figure emerged from the white light in midair and blocked her path.
"The hero bound as one with this sword shall also cease to exist."
A woman's voice seemed to come from a very distant... After all, fifteen years had passed. Rong'er said she would not go back, but it was really just rebelliousness. How could she not want to see her biological parents?
When he got up and pushed open the front gate, the first person Mo Fan saw was Old Lan. Behind him stood his adoptive father, Mo Xiaotian, Ming Dao, Yan Qingshuang, Chao Tianjiao, Old Meng, and the others. Naturally, his many teachers were there as well.
Struggling inwardly, Mo Yuheng's gaze flickered slightly when he saw Xia Luoluo place the remains of her father and younger sister on one of the graves.
While waiting for the medicine to be prepared, Feng Xi boredly wandered around the pharmacy and bought several boxes of Dong'e donkey-hide gelatin to take home for her family to nourish their health.
Sensing her change, Mo Yuheng suppressed the desire in his heart, then lazily stretched with a roguish smile.
Nine yuan was only the price of a bowl of spicy hot pot nowadays. No one would take it to heart.
Twice, during meditation, I had entered the land of death. Each time it ended, I could sense glowing strands of spiritual energy within my body, making my body and mind feel pleasant and my meridians stronger.
The ultimate sword light left no time to dodge or rescue