The Strongest System

Lin Feng, who had been observing them for a long time, became even more certain of his thoughts. Without hesitation, he issued new orders. Without even looking at them, he collected the corpse on the ground and left first.

Pan Yun was controlled by Luo Sheng's telekinesis and flew in the air. She turned back, added the Yang card, and handed it to Number Five. She would send it directly into space.

"What are these things, and what do they do?" Lin Feng was bewildered by the changes before his eyes. He didn't understand what these colorful things suddenly appearing in the air were, but he could feel that they were very important to him.

Sikong Changying couldn't stand it. Such a big matter, how could her brother not know? If he knew, why did he bring it to their home?

How could this man, so aloof, so noble and majestic, give up everything for her?

"No one is allowed to make a move!" Nine Underworlds was so excited she was about to jump. She directly coldly issued the order. The guards who were about to make a move frowned. Feeling the power of the spell, the guards nodded. The other guards around them, holding their spirit swords, did not move.

After speaking, the four great clans each dispatched about twenty people, in groups of three or four, to enter the hunting ground—the back mountain.

At this moment, the monkey that suddenly darted out started to gesticulate wildly, baring its teeth and shouting at Luo Xu. It seemed very displeased that Luo Xu had entered its "home."

"May I ask if this Muyao Courtyard was inscribed by the princess's consort, the young master of the Fu Family?" I asked softly, looking at the luxury before me.

"Take it off!" Shui Yiren was furious. This idiot wouldn't say anything when he was injured. What was the point of hiding it? What if it happened like last time? It would be deadly.

Just as she was about to speak, Fu Zheng's hand pressed against her lips, lightly tracing. His slightly calloused fingers were uncomfortably abrasive.

In the following days, Zhong Xingyue indeed inspected the camp everywhere. Lu the Pharmacist followed behind her. Every time she encountered a case, Zhong Xingyue would personally demonstrate.

Shu'er's mouth twitched. Listening to the furious Empress Dowager, who was in a rage and making all sorts of malicious speculations about Patriarch Ji, she inexplicably felt a bit of sympathy for Patriarch Ji.

It was so fierce that she could barely breathe. It wasn't until she repeatedly begged for mercy that this punitive intimacy ended.

Qianye never expected Mo Nansheng to be so meticulous. He had traveled thousands of miles to bring a girl to Jiangnan just to take care of her.

Because now her father-in-law, the supreme ruler of Xiliang, had already shown the attitude of "you sons, get out of the way, my grandson is the smartest and most suitable to inherit the throne."

She only prayed that she could do what she promised her: not let Di Xuan take advantage of her before the wedding.

However, she still had reservations in her heart. After all, the title of "Plague God" back then was not just for show. But then again, so many years had passed, she should not be that unlucky now.

Yuan Nian had become the new king of Xian Kingdom, but she hadn't asked for details back then, and she still didn't want to ask now. For some reason, she seemed to intentionally avoid this question.

Seeing this, Hua Wuye threw away the talisman, his eyes filled with excitement and eagerness. "You've finally come." The moment the flames landed, he also threw out a pitch-black sword.

After the large group of people left, the surrounding onlookers dared to discuss in low voices, sighing endlessly. Usually, when they passed by here, there was always a serious aura of killing. Now, it was silent and desolate.

Feng Junchu looked at her eyes and brows, always feeling a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

She was a little worried. She put the money for the wine on the table and prepared to leave to find them on the street.

"Cousin, have you thought it through?" Chen Feng looked at Xiao Han in surprise. He knew his cousin used to be a devoted admirer, but after so long, he still hadn't changed. This made Chen Feng feel very incredulous.

"I will calm down properly!" he muttered, lying flat, covering himself with the blanket, and closing his eyes to catch up on sleep.

Of course, one thing was worth affirming: it was by no means easy for the Holy Church of Light to create a god. Otherwise, why would no other god have been born in several hundred years?

"Members of the Strange Tales Association, what are your thoughts? Or who among you thinks they have the ability? Raise your hand. As long as you can convince everyone, I am willing to take the lead and vote for you," William said, feigning modesty.

Jinzhou, with trembling hands, handed him a report to look at. His hands were still trembling as he handed it over.

When the few people entered the training ground, all eyes in the room turned to them, as if Wu Jin had his own charisma and divine light.

She was the final winner, that must be true. She still had a grandson. She was surrounded by splendor, not in this cold, dark corner.

It roared, its furious roar deafening. Stimulated by the pain, Giant Stone Fang swung its claws, swatting directly at Phyllisoya.

Jiang Wei, this genius, had a combat power comparable to a blood-coagulating realm martial master. His total attributes in the first three items were only about twenty points higher than the mutated ink-blood snake.

Letting her stay for a few more days meant she wouldn't see her for a long time. It was even worse than before. She thought he would change his mind.

Lu Bu's complexion had clearly become more ruddy, and his aura was becoming more stable and solid. Under the scrutiny of Chu River's Heavenly Eye, although Lu Bu could not recover his Eighth Rank God General realm, his various data had greatly increased, not much worse than Meng Huo's.

Most importantly, these paper soldiers and bean soldiers, as the battle continued, their attributes were constantly weakening. It was obvious that they were maintained by their own vital energy. Once their vital energy was exhausted, they would reveal their true form and pose no threat.

While tidying up the manuscript paper used today, she had wasted a whole morning. Basically, there were no particularly satisfactory creative ideas, possibly because her mind was not focused enough.

After the stone door opened, Amy took the handkerchief handed to her by Lydia, wiped her face, and waved towards them. It looked as easy as casually carrying a box.

At the customs entrance, robots were closely scanning everyone entering with probes, not even letting go of a single hair. Travelers removed their terminals before going through customs, including metal ornaments.

Hatake Sakumo asked himself that if he had possessed such terrifying strength, he would have finished it before the opponent could even react.