Volume 1, Chapter 143: What Are You Still Waiting For

"What... on earth is your plan to get your mother to agree to us?"
Zhang Shengli vaguely guessed Zhou Ling's intention and swallowed nervously.
"Are you still playing dumb with me? Could you really not understand what I mean?"
Numerous lamps hung upon the surrounding rock walls, and the floor was clean and bright, reflecting the soft reddish-yellow glow of the lights, clearly showing that the place had been meticulously crafted and arranged.
"Break!" came a furious shout from Blue Shadow. The blue elliptical barrier suddenly turned into a curtain of blue water, dissolving into tiny droplets of blue current right before everyone's eyes and vanishing into thin air.
Though her body was beyond her control, the touch upon her sensitive and tender skin still made Natsuki Nangoku involuntarily let out a soft moan.
To think she had been foolish enough to feel pleased with herself for wresting some right of revision from Xiahou Ce, imagining she had taken immense advantage of him.
Ling Su's gaze shifted to Jin Liunian. She had expected to see that same undercurrent of hidden detachment in his eyes once more, but as their gazes met, a trace of panic gripped her.
"Shouldn't the next step be going out to eat? Yanzi and I haven't eaten either!" Han Xue was all smiles when she opened the door, but the moment she saw Hong Tao, her face instantly froze. She tossed a travel bag and an ivory-white woolen coat onto the table and started bickering with Hong Tao again.
Seeing her resist and looking somewhat like she had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed, Xiahou Ce smiled gently at her pretty and charming appearance.
Zhao Fuxin never expected that these two had come for the Fish-Entrails Sword, and he and Ouyang Feng simultaneously braced themselves in vigilance. Lacking experience in the martial world, Zhao Fuxin was startled by the old man's words and instinctively took a step back, but Ouyang Feng steadied him from behind; retreating at this moment would deal a devastating blow to their momentum.
Tonight was windless and moonless, the sky somewhat gloomy. Only the palace lanterns shone brightly in the Prince Xuan Manor, where guards and servants patrolled with stern and strict discipline.
And Lu Feng's appearance made them understand a truth: they, the younger generation, could likewise master the subjects of realms and look down upon the vault of heaven.
Lin Xuan's smiling voice entered their ears, sounding so familiar. Just moments before, they had said the very same thing to Xiang'er. How the tides turned; barely a moment had passed before retribution had found its way to them.
Sir Rodriguez's sword had merely pierced the armor of the Flame Demon Marquis Ifrit, while simultaneously shocking him out of his frenzied rage.
Yet who on earth had made a move against him? Had it not been for the pink crystal, he feared not even bones would remain of him now.
Shaking his head and thinking that Jiang Hao before him truly possessed some enviable luck, Wu Aoqian resumed absorbing the aura of death.
Undoubtedly, this was an astonishing and world-shocksight. Never before had any sect been able to suspend itself in the void, let alone relocate, yet this branch of the Immortal Sect could do precisely that.
A flash of envy crossed Ling Xue's eyes; Senior Brother's cultivation had grown even more profound. She gave a slight nod to Tianye, the skirt of her gown fluttering slightly as her figure drifted directly into the air, floating away like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world.
"Is it really that exaggerated? Come now, Lord Layton, you wouldn't happen to consider yourself the mortal incarnation of my lord Flandala, would you?" Bishop Roland curled his lip in a half-joking manner.
Sun Wukong then led these children back, returning them one by one, as if nothing at all had happened overnight.
Occasionally, one or two would poke their heads out, but upon recognizing the cultivators before them, their complexions shifted drastically and they hurriedly retreated.
After all, Boss Huo dealt in intelligence, and he was extremely sensitive to Ding Wuchao's words; his thoughts were not all that different from those of Sect Master Ouyang.