Volume 1, Chapter 59: What a Sight That Fiery Skirt Dance Was

Warm, thin lips pressed directly against her crimson mouth!

His tip of the tongue probed inward, effortlessly finding the grape, and with an irresistible force, plundered all the sweetness within her mouth.

The supervisor, holding a basket, caught this scene completely off guard, and panic overwhelmed his entire being.

Who am I? Where am I?

His body lunged left and right as his gaze swept rapidly across the surroundings, desperately wishing to find a mouse hole to crawl into.

Suddenly, he realized—alas, he was not a gopher!

Rivers, lakes, mountain ranges, and hurricanes could all serve as their vessels to achieve true harmony between heaven and man.

Su Zhiai no longer openly defied her father in public, but deep down she had already made up her mind: if that day truly arrived and she was forced to marry Gu Changbei, she would rather choose to elope and completely sever ties with her parents from that moment on.

The two of them simply stood right there, surrounded by the roaring, chaotic abyss of hell, creating an eerie and gloomy atmosphere.

Upon hearing Zihan's words, Leng Ning immediately let out a roar. Accompanied by this roar, Zihan took a step upward and plunged straight into the high altitude. The next moment, a massive white tiger lunged directly toward the people of the Tianmeng Dynasty.

However, the three of them, with their eyes fixed solely on gold coins, never once stopped to ponder why so many Lord Peach-Furred Beasts had gathered together, relentlessly pursuing the dual blades in unison without showing the slightest conflict toward one another.

From the lips of the man in green, he learned that this entire region had been jointly created by powerful figures dispatched by the three great domain lords.

Upon hearing these words, a monstrous uproar surged instantly through everyone's hearts—whether they belonged to the State of Wei or the Golden Tent Khanate, every single person felt the same way.

"Still trying?" Seeing that Ye Qiu refused to give up, the elder of the Zhu family could not help but sneer, feeling that Ye Qiu was merely engaging in a futile effort. How could he possibly be caught by Ye Qiu and invite disaster upon himself?

And this world-shattering collision was merely the beginning; the next moment, an endless chain of explosive sounds erupted continuously.

At this moment, Ye Yichen was ascending the sword mountain step by step toward its summit. Yet his footsteps felt so heavy, each step as though bound by a thousand catties. His face was filled with remorse and anguish, and at one point, he even felt the urge to weep.

"Who knows what heavenly treasures this child has consumed, but his talent is utterly terrifying. Every time he battles us, he gains new insights!" a quasi-emperor could not help but exclaim in praise. Although they were enemies, Li Yan's talent genuinely shocked him to the core.

His original three-hundred-fold talent was squeezed during this battle to extract a massive amount of potential, instantly soaring to three hundred and fiftyfold. Moreover, even his physical body, having absorbed those residual energies, had advanced to the power of four hundred emperors.

"Who ordered you?" Zhan Xiao's voice was devoid of any emotion, his gaze fixed upon them like a soul-reaping emissary emerging straight from the underworld.

Shortly after, Myth began farming monsters, and Milk Tea Girl also called back Saitama. The two of them cooperated to farm the monsters together.

Roaring once more, ignoring his physical exhaustion, the black bear struck out at Ye Star again. Yet despite its massive frame, its speed was far too sluggish, making it utterly incapable of catching up to Ye Star.

With a grand wave of his hand, Chen Fan instantly transformed his invincible divine ability into a plaster, slapping it firmly across Tang Monk's mouth to seal it shut.

At that moment, having just flown halfway, his expression suddenly turned unsightly as he pulled out an oil lamp—it was the Black Bear Spirit's natal soul lamp. The moment the lamp's flame extinguished, it would signify that the Black Bear Spirit's body and soul had been utterly annihilated.

Everyone kept their heads down, quietly eating the food before them. Not daring to even touch their wine, they rushed to finish their meals and hurry away.

Both in terms of seniority and status within the hall, Li Chang烈 outranked both Huang and Nian, naturally giving him the qualifications to lecture them.

Amidst the tense and urgent atmosphere gripping the entire officialdom of Meizhou, the propaganda machinery of Meizhou suddenly made an emergency debut in an unprecedented manner.

At last, the dark mist enveloping Xindi grew lighter and lighter until it finally dissipated completely, leaving behind only a faint, transparent sphere of light flickering with a feeble glow.