Encountering the Chaldean Succubus Again

"I say, Little Eggplant, he's not the only magus here, is he?" Aoko Aozaki rubbed her eyes theatrically. "Back then, we sisters even helped you two, yet now you show such respect to some stinky old man who came out of nowhere. You've truly broken my heart..."

"St-Stinky old man?" The Jewel Old Man's mouth twitched slightly, but his years of cultivation and composure allowed him to maintain the image of a detached master without blowing his beard and glaring.

Amid a scream, a Mongol soldier was turned directly into a human torch by the blazing thunder-fire bomb and fell from the city wall. Several more kill notifications rang out beside Richard's ear.

Jing Tianming looked around the streets. Though he had long heard of this miraculous city, actually walking within it still drew heartfelt praise from him. The Mohist members traveling with him were the same, their hearts utterly filled with astonishment at the sight before them.

These things might not have been especially precious to martial artists above the seventh rank, but they were hardly items that could simply be thrown away, were they?

After Yang Lingjiang left by car, Guo Dalu did not immediately hail another one. Instead, he stood at the intersection, pondering something, his expression turning very serious.

Besides, during this campaign into the mountains to wipe out the Giant Wolf Stronghold, Shen Yan had already seen from his keen observations that the Third Prince must have extraordinary people assisting him. From the mysterious flame attacks to the confusing terrain in the mountains, everything pointed to that conclusion.

After getting drunk, lying beneath the covers and sleeping was the finest pleasure in the world. If one could also have a beautiful dream, then everything would be perfect.

Ren Hongyuan vaguely remembered Feng Weian mentioning that