Chapter 60: On the Gap Between Cultivation Methods! Liu Erlong's Request: I Want to Kill That Wretched Couple!

Looking at Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, Lu Yu smiled and nodded, saying, "Of course you can. Both of you meet the evaluation criteria."

At these words, the surrounding students were utterly dumbfounded.

These two sisters...
Actually both met that extremely harsh evaluation criteria?
That young-faced yet buxom girl was actually a Level 38 Spirit Elder?

In truth, Zhu Zhuqing's cultivation had not yet reached level thirty, but it was not far off.

Having played until she was tired, Xue Meng came to her senses only to find herself seemingly in an unfamiliar place.

"Understood, I'll handle it right now!" Su Yan immediately sat down and utilized online resources to deal with those photos, while Yan Zhengxi had already dashed out the door. Until he could confirm whether Qianqian had seen the news, his heart could not settle.

Pei Xiaolian failed to stop Chu Yun. When Chu Yun pushed open the door to the room, what came into view was a man's back.

Yet even in America, Li Moran never expected that the former Nian Xuxia would also be invited by the company for training.

Leaving Thousand Islands Province, Liu Mu traveled straight north without stopping anywhere, heading in one breath directly toward the Changmen Port in Fusang.

There was no great anger in his voice, nor the slightest hint of accusation. Yet the three people present heard it clearly and distinctly—the fury contained within, as well as... reluctance to let go.

"No, Aunt Xiao, do you know the address of his company?" Although she had been there once before, she had forgotten how she got there.

With gentle movements, he placed the pill into her mouth. Sitting at the bedside, he looked softly at her uneasy face, his cold fingertips brushing over her furrowed brow, wishing to smooth away her anxiety.

Su Xia stared directly into his eyes, which were filled with deep and unregretful affection. Suddenly, she no longer wished to play this game of guessing and asking, advancing and retreating with him.

At this moment, besides the two of them, there were also Yang Baizhang's trusted aides, as well as An Chenchen and her grandmother.

Moreover, Dahuang had grown up washed by true qi; not only was its physical constitution extraordinary compared to ordinary dogs, but it was also exceptionally smart, deeply favored by Lu Tian.

Beside Sigung, Nanalan Qingcheng gazed at the God-Demon Wang Yi in the void, her single hand gently brushing her chest, her breathing slightly rapid.

"What's wrong with Hui Ge? Did he eat gunpowder?" Liu Xing muttered as he sat beside the drum set.

As if responding to Karthas, a giant roar erupted from the shadows within the darkness! Abruptly, a suction force was generated, pulling all the charging vengeful spirits into its maw like a black hole.

"This is a battle between the two of us, can you not drag others into it?" Ning Qiu said in a low, stern voice.

Following Anastasia's performance, the award ceremony finally reached its last two major categories: the Pop music category and the General category.

On a gentle slope with a strip of woodland sat a few simple thatched cottages, surrounded by a fence made of fresh tree branches.

These three spiritual acupoints gave rise to the renowned Yuqing Sect, the Shudu Immortal Sword Sect, and the eight sects of Kunlun.

Although Ling Qingrui had never been to this place before, she already knew exactly what place it was.

Fan Song muttered a few words, appearing to hold extreme dread toward Qu Wuying. Seeing her make a move, he no longer stepped forward, instead turning around and slowly walking back.

Ling Qingrui did not argue with him either, simply walking over to retrieve the medicine she had refined and detailing her detoxification process thoroughly to Elder He. Elder He nodded as he listened, immediately understanding how he should combine the Ice Dragon Blood Bone with this portion of the antidote.

If Sheng Nanping had not been by her side to steady her firmly, Zhou Mai would certainly have made a fool of herself today and taken a fall right on the spot.

Madam Liang wept uncontrollably, reaching out to pull Du Jie, when suddenly a hand grabbed her. Turning her head, she saw it was Wang Mazi, the owner of the Jixiang Wonton Restaurant.

"Shasha, don't listen to what others say. Do what you believe is worthwhile; no matter what the future outcome is, you will never regret it."

Hearing this voice and meeting the man's dark eyes, Ling Qingrui blinked gently. She felt as though some thought had flashed across her mind; she tried to catch it, but could never quite reach it.

Putting aside the fact that she was by no means a cold-blooded and ruthless person, solely based on his mysterious master behind him, she would not truly kill him—not out of fear, but simply to avoid bringing trouble to her sect and Sword City.

Under the summer starry night in the northeast, the right-route army of the Liaodong Military Command—having just learned that Guo Yaoshi's division, which had retreated to guard Yaozhou, had disappeared without a trace—was now roaring forward in a grand march. Ten infantry divisions plus two artillery divisions, along with accompanying civilian laborers, over a hundred thousand people in total, rolled forward with crushing momentum.

Seeing Wang Shi's gloomy expression, Concubine Shen bowed while frantically searching her mind for an excuse for her desire to leave.

In the blink of an eye, the 3-point deficit was once again widened to 8 points. In the ensuing game, whenever the Nets attempted to launch a counterattack, Wang Chao would immediately respond with scoring to fiercely suppress them.

Naturally, Meng Liangfeng would not bother explaining to them that this ancient sword of Ancestor Lü had been replicated through the Punishing Evil and Rewarding Good System.

"Xiaye told you to look up, Alans, didn't you hear?" Seeing Alans unresponsive, Xianxian let out a cold snort.

Xu Xinhui did not know that her subconscious complaining would eventually become a catalyst for her future ruin.

"What is light? And what is darkness? In the boundless universe, where is the boundary between light and dark?" The Guardian's question was profound and thought-provoking.

Thus, Zhao Hui accompanied Shen Yuxiu to measure sizes at the tailors, then went to the carriage shop to chat for a while with Fang Youshun, and left when he saw that it was getting late.