Being a Life Player in the Middle Ages

It was not until Chen Ergou flashed into the living room that everyone stood up and spoke respectfully in unison.

It is still unknown what kind of storm such a guy will stir up when he comes to this world.

When everyone obeyed the rules, no accidents happened in the village. But as time went on, the world changed more and more, and some villagers gradually thought that everyone was exaggerating.

But on second thought, Li Tianran has now offended the top three powerful countries in the world one by one, and it is not impossible for him to go to war with the whole world in the future.

A dull voice echoed in the dim street. The man slowly straightened up. Under the shadow of his hat, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his cold, thin lips, which was extremely evil.

What Zhou Jiahui didn't know was that Li Kezhuo's heart was already burning with anger at this moment.

Li Kezhuo learned the news on the same day. It was Mr. Qian who called him to tell him about it.

Looking at Du Dawei lying on the ground, you can tell that this guy is not easy to deal with. It seems that this matter today will not end well. It can only be considered that the girl who hit others was unlucky and offended such a guy who should not have been offended.

Because last night, nearly three hundred of them engaged in a firefight with fifty adult-level combat warriors and were almost penetrated. At this time, there were more than twenty adult-level combat warriors on a single warship, and the ratio of their numbers to the remaining soldiers was almost 2:3.

In desperation, President Mishima could only turn around and publish an announcement on the Ghost Rider website, strongly condemning the headquarters' inappropriate behavior.

He looked into the house. Although the corpses looked scary, they were nothing new to him, who had been on the battlefield.

Although the emperor would not punish someone for his words, if a rift arose and he became wary of Shen Sanwen, his educational career would be ruined. Public opinion was unimportant, but the public opinion and direction in Luoyang could not be left to its own devices.

Originally, Jiang Jingrou forced him to give Chi Zhen a gift to express his gratitude, and at the same time test her purpose and why she had been behaving abnormally recently.

Although he didn't know what kind of soup it was, he could tell from their conversation and Xue Feimo's expression that the grandfather had cheated his grandson.

The yard was very simple, with nothing else except a stone table and four wooden benches in the middle of the yard.

After the two men got off the special plane, they took the three golden suitcases containing the evil spirits off the plane and went directly to the airport.

As an expert physician, Dr. Feng watched his wife suffering in bed but was powerless to do anything. How could he express the feeling in his heart in words?

She was unwilling to accept that the plot had finally come to this point, but Song Zhenzhen had plotted against her for no reason, ignoring all her hard work.

The nanny stood trembling at the door of Chi Zhen's room. She only dared to shout at the door and didn't even have the courage to knock on the door and come in.

The old man's eyes were wide open and his face was dazed. He was like a profiteer guarding a priceless item, waiting to sell it at a high price.

"Why?" Ye Xiu couldn't understand. If there was no reason, he would never let Guo Mingyu go.

Even the inner sect elder Tang Chong is no match for Su Chen, so they must not rashly attack this young man.

She was very familiar with that place. After all, she had lived here for several years. When her brother was at work, she would help deliver drinks and snacks. She also learned how to make milk tea at that time.

No one paid any attention to them over there, it was like fans meeting a big star, but they soon reached a consensus.

Ye Yu Shengfan was not afraid. The icy rain attacked violently, but Da Mo Gu Yan did not retreat but advanced instead. His fists were like two tigers born from the fire, pouncing at Ye Yu Shengfan.

After finishing his work with Gu Fei and others and having lunch, Su Chen returned to the dormitory, while Gu Fei and others went to practice martial arts.

After Su Chen finished speaking, he said no more and suddenly attacked, kicking the other knee of Thousand-Faced Yama in half.

Mu Feng glanced at the people beside him and immediately saw a serious and old-fashioned middle-aged man who was looking at him with a slightly frown, as if he was very unhappy that he was walking on the street in such an indecent posture in such a dress.

This blood-colored vortex seemed to connect heaven and earth. Countless barbarian soldiers saw this ascending blood-colored vortex and knelt down devoutly. Then they began to dance excitedly. There was mystery, piety and a magical charm in this dance, as if they were praying to the barbarian god again.

Just thinking about the wonders of the Beidou Wind Spiritual Sutra made Ye Yi curious about the other four spirits. Since the Beidou Wind Spiritual Sutra governs cultivation, helping one develop spiritual roots and embark on the path of cultivation, he wondered what the other four spirits were used for. Could they also develop spiritual roots and improve talent? Or were they responsible for other things?

Cang Wei who was almost dead, Wu Ming who was in coma, Li Ao and Liu Xi who had lost their fighting power, and Xiao Zhan and Li Ruosheng who had achieved the Nine Transformations of the Gods gritted their teeth and held on tightly.

Ye Feng muttered to himself that no one could cure him without millions of tons of Heavenly Spirit Crystal.

After waking up the children, they went downstairs to have breakfast together. It was really good to say that the food in this inn tasted pretty good. After breakfast, Mu Qiu was about to take them for a walk around the neighborhood when he heard a familiar voice.

Gong Wuxie's hands hidden in his sleeves were creaking. He walked forward and domineeringly hugged Yun Zijin in his arms, whispering to himself in Yun Zijin's ear.

As time gradually approached midnight, the Xiangtian Gang to which the Wen family belonged was silent. As usual, twenty alert mid-stage Jingjing warriors were guarding the door. They had received orders to be on high alert tonight, so they quietly observed everything around them, not daring to relax or be careless.

Although the lower chapters of the Beidou Fengling Sutra that he was practicing now were extremely magical, overall, it was just a low-level technique of the eighth grade of the Yellow Rank. The upper limit of the true essence that could be stored in the Dantian Qi Sea was still too scarce.