Chapter 13086 — He Piaoliang and the Other Two Exchanged a Glance

He Piaoliang and Chen Feng each chose a Tier-Two divine skill box; as for Wu Guang, he had to settle for a Tier-Two divine equipment box.

Even so, to him it was already a stroke of tremendous fortune, and naturally he had not the slightest complaint.

Thus, one final Tier-Two divine equipment box remained for Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao was not surprised; he put it away at once.

As for the two remaining pieces of Immortal divine equipment, Wei Zhao showed no false modesty either—beneath the envious gazes of the others, he took them into his keeping.

After descending the stairs, Dong Xianling saw Qin Rushuang and He Jia seated in the living room; the three of them exchanged looks, communicating with their eyes.

Gu Qingxue's tone suggested she was in rather good spirits. Some time ago she had done something she believed would bring Gu Qiulan no end of trouble.

Like a star in the night sky, she turned into a sky full of fireworks, blooming in consummate beauty, forever remaining in people's memories.

But the acolyte was even more astonished than this Li Jian. He had felt the earlier situation most keenly—just now he had distinctly sensed the fluctuations of dark magic.

Ruan Yongxin took a sip of tea, and heedless of its temperature, burned himself so badly he could not speak. Seeing that even his drinking was distracted, Ruan Ziming felt a strange pang of guilt.

"Excellent!" Ying Zheng was well pleased with the performance of Fuliu and the others and clapped his hands. Once the dance ended, Ying Zheng walked up to Fuliu and lifted her chin with his forefinger.

Du Fu was silent for a moment, then spoke to the elders of the Fourth Academy. The elders all nodded slightly, and the whole party transformed into a rainbow and in an instant arrived at the vast martial training grounds.

Though Su Xia had changed a great deal and seemed willing to keep in touch with her, completely dispelling the awkwardness of their reunion would still take some time.

The mountain range stretched on without end. That day Jiang Xing stood atop the second peak, gazing at the ranges receding one after another, as though he were placed within a special space. The lie of these mountains reminded him of Dragon Vein Mountain—head joined to tail, with a village nestled among the peaks.

"You don't eat people? Then what is it you want to do?" the old village chief said, looking at the Prince of Yan, his tone full of terror.

Reminded by the middle-aged man, Duyu finally recalled that scene from the past. Huangzhi Yu and Mu Xiao also seemed to remember something, and at once they greeted the middle-aged man like old acquaintances; he responded with equal enthusiasm.

White smoke billowed up in an instant, and a pungent stench spread and spread... so acrid it stung the eyes shut. For a time, the assassins hidden in the dark corners of the hall were left sullen and frantic.

"Uh..." Chen Qiubai had not expected that between Suerka and Larif there would actually be a dispute over whether exorcists ought to follow the physical path or the arcane path—which left Chen Qiubai truly speechless.

"Duyu, Zhi Yu, Jueming—I trust you have been well." When this simple greeting appeared on the starship's great screen, Duyu finally showed the smile he had not worn in so long. He was certain at last: the one who had sent those guiding coordinates was their master, Mo Yin.

Coming back to herself, she sent Jiang Yuanyuan a text message saying she would wait for her at the xx café. Once Jiang Yuanyuan and Han Liuhai switched their phones back on after landing and saw the message, they would come looking for them.

"Don't be angry anymore. So long as you treat me well from now on, I won't do anything to you. You have to understand me too—a widow and her child, if even you abandon us, how are we to live?" Yazi's expression shifted in an instant, as though from first to last she had been the most wronged of all.

Watching An Chuxia's stubborn receding figure, Han Qilu breathed great gulps of air to quell his anger.

Still, on second thought, the Piercing Eye skill did seem to be of some use after all—at least now Chen Qiubai could conclude that a hidden enemy lurked here.

How amusing. A few years ago. She had loved him with a devotion that asked nothing in return. Lived for him. Died for him. Willing to give him everything she had.

Zheng Jinzhong smiled and looked at Jian Hao noncommittally. Then he turned his head and chatted with the people beside him.