High School Days 2

Even if real ghosts appeared right now, she probably wouldn't be afraid! Having witnessed so many brutally killed orcs, the profound terror of those corpses was far more frightening than any ghost! Since she wasn't afraid of those corpses, would she possibly fear some non-existent ghost?

As for Nangong Jinghong, who knew what wrong medicine he had taken to constantly oppose her?

Moreover, he rarely spoke in his everyday life. In the past when he came to pay the rent, it was mostly the elderly nun who received him. Only in recent years, as the nuns in the monastery drifted away or passed away, did she take over the task of inspecting and receiving the grain when he arrived on schedule to pay the rent.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Seeing Lan Ruoxin crying so bitterly, the civet cat Keke felt an anxiety as if countless claws were scratching at its heart, spinning in circles around Lan Ruoxin.

After figuring out the crucial point, Master Third Yuan no longer cared whether she could move about in the water; anyway, she had been a fish for many years and should be able to get used to it.

And as for him, Rhadamanthus, serving under Hades, the Lord of the Underworld who ruled over death, what did he have to fear in the face of the gods?

How many years had it been? Now that his feet were firmly planted on the ground once again, this wonderful feeling was beyond description.

The cold wind from beyond the sheer cliff blew through the gap. Covering her nose, Mei'er sneezed twice, quickly pulled her head back, sealed the fissure, and turned around to see Ming Chen standing there with an air of leisurely self-composure, his arms crossed over his chest, smilingly watching her.

I said with utter helplessness, "Just tell me what Hebe Tien is." Shen Yiyi laughed while playing with her Android phone. To be honest, my Nokia was already outdated; Android phones were extremely popular now, along with the newly emerged Apple phones.

Zhong Jin sometimes wondered if he hadn't been so headstrong back then, always plotting to make Wan'er his wife, then Wan'er's life today would have been entirely different.

Therefore, in Murong Feng's heart, Wan'er had always been like a lotus rising unstained from the mud.

"Go back and report," said another guard. "This is no longer something we can handle."

Ahead, the body of Black Impermanence leaned forward, an ice sword pierced into the back of his right shoulder. The ice sword slowly melted into water in the air, mixing with drops of fresh blood as it pattered onto the ground.

Over this past month, Chen Feng had broken through two consecutive levels, his cultivation already reaching the eighth stage of the Great Spirit Realm. Yet Chen Feng knew that his current speed still fell far short of catching up with Xuanwu Huihuang.

Immediately, three invisible strands of soul energy flashed outward, piercing directly toward the three arrows that had rebounded far away.

He really had been overthinking and had almost wronged Senior Brother Sun! Having figured this out, Chen Feng finally felt a bit more at ease.

Walking with his head bowed, Chang Bao'er suddenly listed to one side, almost falling to the ground. A flash of light reappeared in his eyes, and without daring to delay, Chang Bao'er sped up as he ran through the narrow stone tunnel. The wind whipped up behind him, as if something was hurtling toward him.

Chen Feng was not nearly as anxious as him; instead, he cultivated and practiced swordsmanship every day. The sword techniques imparted to him by Sword Sovereign Green Peak were things he had only comprehended to about thirty or forty percent so far.

After the spiritual attribute broke one hundred, every point added to the spiritual attribute doubled the upper limit of spiritual power, increasing the spiritual power limit by 200.

Especially when he opened his computer and looked at the smiling, flower-like face in the photograph, his heart ached.

He raised his head to look upward, then gazed at the cold jade saber in his hand. It looked like a blade blank just plucked from a smelting furnace, frighteningly red, and he shook his head with a bitter smile.

Chen Hao was almost choked by his own saliva. The Shadow Hunter actually possessed such a skill; it was truly... truly awesome.

This made Xiao Luo feel a vague sense of unease. Had there not been formidable enemies pursuing him from behind, he would never have dared to rashly step into this bizarre place simply to gamble on a guess in his heart.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" a cold voice came from behind. Dongli turned her head to see that peerlessly gorgeous beauty had appeared behind her at some unknown time, looking at her with eyes like solid ice: "Isn't he your husband?"

Just at that moment, a white figure flashed past the front of the car, extending a hand to block Shizichen and Su Momo's vehicle.

Chu Liangchen held grapes from who-knows-where, holding them up high one by one as he bit into them with his mouth open. His upturned neck revealed his Adam's apple, which bobbed up and down with the swallowing motion. This man, who usually gave off a pale and frail feeling when quiet and silent, suddenly possessed a strange, exotic sex appeal at this moment.

"You don't care about me anyway, I might as well just hurt to death," came someone's aggrieved voice, the corners of their eyes seeming to glisten with suspicious moisture, their words carrying a slight nasal twinge.

Tuling, who had just been brimming with monstrous killing intent and bounding with life, had turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye. It was too bizarre; no one had seen clearly how it happened.

However, some people knew that certain technological devices could still assist human cultivation, especially those at the bottom of society. Thousands of years ago, disciples under some saints and mighty figures had risen to prominence precisely because of this.

A martial cultivator who could live for a thousand years fell into no more than two categories: either they had truly broken through the shackles of reincarnation, or they had reached the Thought Realm. Yet the success rate for either path was virtually zero. Was this Chameleon Elder currently a powerhouse of the Thought Realm?

That faint lamplight was only slightly larger than a soybean, and it looked black. Whether that was due to the dimness of the divine temple making it appear black was unknown.

Xi Feng gladly accepted the command, immediately wrapping everything he might need in cloth and stuffing it into his bosom. Cupping his fists toward Xia Ke, he said, "I shall take my leave now. Hopefully, this trip will settle this major affair, so I will have time to attend to my own matters." With that, he bade farewell to Xia Ke and headed straight toward the direction of the Great City of Noma.

"Junior Brother Liu..." That person was caught by Nanhua and the others, but he had already fallen unconscious, taking in much more air than he breathed out, and likely unable to survive.