Chapter 87: Xiaoyu, Are You Still Feeling Unwell?

Lin Yu hurriedly handed the clothes in his hands to Lin Shiyun.

As he passed the clothes over, his hand accidentally brushed against Lin Shiyun’s. In that instant, it was as if he had been struck by lightning; his whole body froze, and he even forgot that he was still gripping Lin Shiyun’s clothes tightly.

“Xiaoyu, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to give the clothes to your sister?” Lin Shiyun’s voice came from the bathroom, noticing something was amiss with Lin Yu...

The Queen of Hearts was momentarily stunned. It was because Yang Yi no longer bore the ragged look he had in the Underground Kingdom. Now, as the self-proclaimed King of the Divine Dragon Kingdom, Yang Yi was resplendently dressed, with a silver crown upon his head, brimming with confidence and the dignity of a ruler. Naturally, the Queen of Hearts did not recognize him at first glance.

Even though he had long since mastered these first and second tier alchemy techniques, he still practiced them repeatedly with meticulous care.

He had already picked up his things and, familiar with the place, strode ahead. Zhao Chunian watched his retreating figure and sighed. If one were to consider him as a boyfriend or future husband, Cheng Zheng was excellent.

Li Ling stretched lazily, then ambled to the window, gazing southward, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

The Lord of Litcheng was at a loss for words. It seemed everyone’s imagination had run wild, but all he was thinking about was how to convince His Majesty to trust the King of Miaojiang. It was not at all what they were assuming.

“Well?” By now, Wang Shen and his five hundred cavalrymen had already galloped back to the central command banner. He laughed heartily.

In the beginning, the Wilderness was filled with innate spiritual energy. Even the Ginseng Boy could easily pick up innate purple copper at random. One can only imagine how the Sun God Palace is a feast for immortals and gods alike.

But this time, you went even further. With such a light touch, you exploited your speed to the fullest, toying with the elite ninja as if he were nothing! Was it really necessary to be so ostentatious? To show off in such a flamboyant manner?

On the city wall, the guards hesitated at the sound of the approaching visitor, uncertain of what to do.

Old Morvis had worked out how to use coal. Of course, burning nothing but coal was the simplest method, but there was an even more economical way: crush the coal, mix it with a certain proportion of earth, add water to make a damp coal paste, then shape it into discs. Once dried, these could be used as fuel.

The King of Diamond was actually blushing, his gaze flickering as he avoided her eyes, forgetting that the enemy was still present. He let his guard down and was struck by an armored monster’s blade, crying out in pain.

This time, Mayor Li acted as a mediator. Taking advantage of Jin Bo’s severe injury, he kicked Jin Bo himself out of the game, allowing only disciples of the Jin Martial Arts School to participate. Without Jin Bo, what kind of storm could the Jin family stir up? At best, they could scrape up a few leftovers.

“Half a million?” The supervisor did not believe that Long Yu didn’t want the money. He was convinced it was simply a matter of not offering enough, so he added another three hundred thousand. Now, he felt sure the deal was fair.

Before the people of the Northern Kingdom could react, another agonized scream rang out, sending a tremor through Ji Yao’s heart. Just by the sound, one could hear the torment and suffering in that cry.

He Lan gave him a long, deep look. The power of love truly was formidable; she had rarely seen Ji Han plead with anyone.

Summer’s End, Zhang Yu, and Yang Xuan didn’t know how to play League of Legends. Yang Xuan had only just started and, though confident he could pick it up, his skills were lacking. As for PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, neither Summer’s End nor Zhang Yu could play, nor could Qin Fang. In the end, everyone settled on playing CrossFire.

A glimmer of mockery flickered in Xia Jingfeng’s eyes as the hand holding the envelope tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white.

Thus, Sun Yaozu’s heart was filled with pride. Even Xue Mili, whom he had once pursued in vain, now seemed no longer unattainable in his eyes.

None of them dared say more; over the years, they had come to know Ji Yao’s temper all too well. Once he got angry, not even they were spared from his wrath.