Chapter 92: The Damn Blood Robe Hall

"Sis, who are you talking to?"
At that moment, a young boy walked over, around twelve or thirteen years old, probably just started middle school.
Chen Yang and Bai Bing instinctively looked at the boy.
Bai Bing smiled and introduced him, "Let me introduce you, this is my brother, Bai Xiaotian!"
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Transformed into a giant, Temujin Batu let out a furious roar. His palms pressed against the two iron gates, pushing with all his might from outside.
Looking up at the sky, Qin Mo saw a vast stretch of multicolored clouds sweeping toward the direction of the gate of the Primordial Sect.
Yes, I know what this hammer is. Take me inside first, I’m outside now. We can talk more when we meet.
Since Elijah is here, it’s just the right time to witness Caroline’s transformation back into a human together.
Meanwhile, on the other side, escorted by guards, Li Shihong had ridden five days and nights, finally arriving at Chen Zhengxin’s hometown, Qingshan Town in Fangling Prefecture.
Mu Xin’s face was dark, her graceful figure draped in a blue long skirt. One had to admit her temperament was strikingly similar to Fairy Zixia—both possessed a kind of ethereal aura.
Live broadcasting was originally Sheng Ruoqing’s job. She would occasionally stream makeup routines, chats, and casual conversations on BB Live Barrage Network. But tonight, the scheduled live session was blocked by the crew of Zong Qing, leaving the entire team stranded at the film city.
He reached for the iron plate in the pot, set it over burning charcoal, and glared at Xin Niang, his face clouded. "You can see what this is. With your delicate skin, you wouldn’t want to be burned by tongs and iron plates, would you?"
But seeing only Fu Yan emerge from the elevator, Auredo felt an inexplicable excitement, wishing for more time alone with Fu Yan.
"Alright, I will go verify it. Now tell me about Styenov." Yelena shifted the topic to Styenov.
Standing before the door, he took out the key, intending to use the phone’s glow for light. However, after searching all his pockets, he realized the phone was missing. A moment’s thought revealed he had left it at Qi Yurou’s house in his haste.
"Come on, didn’t I run out here to seek political asylum from you?" The difference between life and story is—stories require strangeness, but life can’t deliberately be so.
"You gave me a gift, so I’ll give you one too." Kim Taeyeon pulled out a stack of tickets from her pocket.
Ye Wudao picked up the stainless steel basin that Long Wu had just put down and struck the middle-aged man’s head with it like a slap. The man only felt an explosion in his ear, and then, under the force and pain, he was hurled from the sofa.
"Just added it yesterday afternoon, no problem, it won’t fail halfway." Liang Chen glanced at the fuel gauge and smiled, the needle resting right in the middle of the first large mark.
The apprentice trainees were all assembled outside the main hall of the Brotherhood, neatly lined up, waiting for Xiang Ru to assess them.
"Why shouldn’t I stand up for justice? If it weren’t for you, Ziqing and I would have..." County Head Li’s old face flushed, then he grumbled angrily.
A series of tasks were projected onto the palace wall, with deadlines, rewards, and information collected by the Ascension Hall about these places listed behind them, along with various dangers.
Thus, Hebing liked to watch Shenle Qianlong. The reason was unclear—perhaps a sense of gratitude or a touch of happiness.
"Did Huang Han guess I’d come this way?" As the city guards with nets prepared to throw them at Old Four, the carriage curtain suddenly lifted and Bi Shijie emerged, jumping onto the ground. He looked at Qin Yu expressionlessly, deeply puzzled inside. How did Tan Zong know he would take the west gate?