"Why? Doesn't this outfit look good on me?"
As she spoke, Franciska set down the pestle and spun around on the spot. Her deep blue skirt blossomed like a blue enchantress.
Cao Xing stood where he was, studying her seriously. "No, it suits you very well."
"Rather, these glasses give you an even more distinctive air."
Hearing that assessment, the witch lowered the skirt she had lifted, and the corners of her lips curled up again. Tang Tianyang took a careful look. Since this place was not far from the hospital entrance, directly across from it, he could make things out somewhat clearly.
The people wandering around the ancient thousand-year-old tomb had almost all disappeared. Anyone could tell which mattered more: life or treasure.
The Golden Snake Sect members around the arena saw the old sect master launching relentless, ferocious attacks and holding the upper hand, forcing Lang Xingtian into a position where he could not strike back at all. They were overjoyed and cheered loudly.
Although Brother Wei was not exactly softhearted, there was naturally a reason he had become the leading figure of the Cangnan Sect.
Chu Yu looked lovingly at Zhuang Zhong, imagining the scene he had described and smiling endlessly. It was a period she had been unable to take part in, and she deeply regretted it. Yet she did not regret it either, because Heaven had ultimately allowed mother and son to meet.
Chen Haoran sat up from the bench and stretched lazily. Ever since meeting that expert, he had hardly slept at night, spending every evening cultivating instead.
But things were different now. Ying Xingjun had spread word that this was a cultivation technique inherited by the Jiang Clan, and that the Jiang Clan possessed countless heaven-tier techniques. How could that not drive cultivators