Chapter 157: Descendants of the Dragon

As soon as this thought arose, the bronze giant rat in the chaotic world suddenly opened its eyes.
Its gaze carried a trace of faint disdain.
Qin Yue did not notice the rat's reaction, as he was pondering a question at the moment.
The "Demon Extermination Alliance" had set up a super arena here, constructed a spiritual microcosm, and connected all of this to the Conferment of Gods.
Setting aside whether there was any conspiracy behind the so-called divine status, once this news spread out, regardless of the immortal realm or the mortal world—

Lingran gradually recovered from her disorientation, but she did not struggle. Although her relationship with Qin Feng was not quite that way, having just kissed him, being in his arms right now felt truly warm.
By this time, the test papers had already been handed out. An Qiqi returned to her seat and checked her phone, only to find a message.
Third Uncle often flipped back and forth through the family genealogy; did he know about the longevity of our Zheng family?
"Report to Professor Guqi, everyone is present." The moment a crew member stood up, he began to count the number of people on the deck. Seeing that everyone was accounted for, he let out a long breath of relief.
Right after school, she received a text message from Shen Zhengqing, saying that He Junhao's figure had been spotted at the dock once again.

"Why are you here?! And why do you have the key to my house!" Zhou Yiran asked, somewhat broken down and questioning Fu Tan in an annoyed and loud tone.
"I, I know..." Liu Meilan was obviously somewhat dissatisfied with these twenty thousand yuan, but upon hearing Zhou Zhixi's threats, she still had to swallow her pride and agree.
Outside the gates of the residential compound, two figures—one old, one young, one tall, one short—stood still, and the garments they wore were distinctly Daoist priestly robes.
He wore a pale yellow cloud-brocade crane cloak, tied at the waist with a yellow hooked-mountain-patterned wide belt. His hair, as dark and ink-like as lacquer, was meticulously tied with a pure white hair ribbon. His gaze was profound, and his posture was upright.
It was a pity that, after all, having been nurtured by the impure blood of Pangu, the Dao of Heaven had not intended for him to achieve enlightenment in its original calculations.
The system was such a stingy old miser; now it charged a point of clan fortune for every single minute of transformation, so he had to save whatever he could.
He reached into his bosom and drew out a long saber, upon which brilliant starlight flickered. Astral power descended from the sky, illuminating it as if it were a river of stars.
He could not tell the difference between the alien demon race and other alien races, but the youth before him had a demeanor and actions that were far too relaxed, as if he did not regard him with any seriousness at all.
"Although Liu Bei possesses grand ambitions, Heaven does not grant him the right timing. The King of Wei has already secured two-thirds of the realm. Whether judged by population, military strength, or output, those border regions are vastly inferior to the Central Plains. How could Liu Xuande possibly contend with you?" Liu Liu comforted him with broad words.
Had the chestnut turned into a spirit? She reached out to grab it, but the chestnut dodged away. Just as she was fuming with anger, the chestnut delivered itself right to her lips.

Goudan opened the direct message column, clicked on the avatar of "First Handsome of Anfang", and entered his profile page, where his user ID was displayed.
"I wonder which lucky person will become my follower?" Yang Fan thought to himself with quiet delight.
After all, the Inspection Bureau was an official administrative institution established by the imperial dynasty, and it possessed the right to temporarily conscript powerful individuals within its jurisdiction.
Suddenly, he saw the corners of his insane imperial uncle's mouth curl into a cunning smile, a smile so chilling that it shifted from silent laughter to a low chuckle, carrying a hint of disdain and coldness, while her face was written all over with madness.
"You wouldn't stop me, and you'd even virtuously busy yourself bustling around to welcome the person through the door." Rong Liang said with a touch of bitterness.
Lin Feng and Lei Aotian, two young geniuses, displayed formidable combat power, yet in front of Li Tianchen, they were like three-year-old children, completely lacking any qualifications to compare with him.
These words caused Madam Huang's hands to tremble slightly. She glanced at Yijing twice, but seeing her gently waving a round fan and still maintaining an innocent expression, as if her words had no hidden meaning, she then smiled faintly.
She recalled the days from her childhood when she played and romped here with her eldest brother and Yuzhou, and a sharp pain pierced through her heart.