Chapter 62 Successfully Clearing Happiness Residential Area

"Yingying? Do we really have to buy them ourselves?"
"Isn't it good to make full use of everything? After all, the one thing this eerie world is not short of is anomalies."
"The host makes a good point! I'll keep an eye out for it then."
Hearing this, Xie Yunting responded with a soft "en" and put the eerie lamp back into the system space.
"Yingying, when will this instance end?"
"Since the host wanted to keep Zhang Xiaocui, the instance won't end until five days from now."
Saying this, Wang Nanbei handed the glass mixed with four kinds of liquor to Watanabe Kenji, and then looked at him with a smile.
Accumulating an excessive amount of scorching solar heat and taking the Freedom Art as his foundation, Xu Bansheng once again unleashed the Withered Wood Transformation. Only this time, the towering ancient tree generated by the transformation grew from within his very body, transforming in the blink of an eye into a colossal tree of peerless magnitude that seemed to prop up the heavens and earth.
After pondering this for a long time, I recalled what the Daoist Priest of Heavenly Secrets said back then: as long as no outsiders invaded, the Palace of Longevity would never fall, and future generations would enjoy eternal peace.
Shangguan Ren looked at Wuchen and shrugged, at a loss for what to say. Even he found his own behavior a moment ago rather peculiar.
Upon seeing this scene, the viewers in the livestream room chimed in one after another. Meanwhile, overseas players who saw the translated text, though not fully understanding the commentator's words, roughly guessed what was happening and joined the discussion in droves.
As the cave opening was blocked, the surging spatial energy grew calm, and the spatial vessels stabilized accordingly, yet the people on board remained in a state of panic.
The specialized wind attribute excels in speed, which is why eight or nine out of ten powerful movement techniques are wind-attribute battle skills. Among all attributes, purely in terms of offensive power, the lightning attribute is universally acknowledged across the continent as the strongest.
Uncle Sam found himself confronted by a mountain of issues that required immediate attention. Attending to one meant neglecting another, and no matter the matter, none could be easily set aside. Everyone felt a splitting headache, as if nothing at all was going smoothly.
Everyone knew that the "Heavenly Dragon" spoken of by Qin Xianghe was the gargoyle, also referred to by Prasad and Sharma as the "gray shadow" and the "flying dragon."
Watching Lin Yi step out of the vehicle, many disciples cast disdainful glances his way, their mocking words entirely unmasked. Naturally, Lin Yi heard every bit of it clearly, and his brows immediately furrowed into a slight frown.
Han Feng stood upon the wooden pier, lost in thought, his expression stern and cold. Clad in a grayish-blue long robe with flowing hems and wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, with his long hair drifting in disarray, he stood motionless before the silent, boundless expanse of the lake for a very long time.
On the morning of June twelfth, Yunyang saw Han Beibei off at the town. The next time he would see her would be when she returned with her degree certificate.
Su Chen embraced Muranran and supported her as she climbed into the carriage, and then lifted the three children into the carriage one by one.
He had thought this would allow him to escape disaster, but in the end, the calamity still arrived.
Overnight, he lost his status as a distinguished scholar of humble origins, his peerless talent, and his closest and dearest family members. Amidst the condemnation of all, walking through the piercing, freezing rain, he departed with a trembling heart and a mud-stained body from his beloved hometown—the City of Winds.
The moment the mental attack made contact with the [Lurking Monster], it instantly materialized into layers of thin membranes.
Jiang Yan smiled, tossed her belongings onto the sofa, and without even changing her shoes, walked straight into the bedroom.
Several metal tentacles emerged from the hilt of Chiying—which had transformed into a long saber—and pierced directly into the shadow's wrist, creeping upward along its blood vessels.
Like the winter sun—gentle, warm, and tenderly adoring, as if worshiping a long-cherished treasure—he pressed a light, affectionate, and profound kiss upon those delicate petals.
Guan Nuo sat for a while before standing up and walking over to the railing to watch Daoist Priest Qingyang exorcising the evil spirits from Meng Xianyang.