Beauty helps me achieve immortality

The night is as dark as ink, and flowing clouds lightly cover the bright moon.

Seventeen stars hung in the night sky, shedding their cool glow and coating the holy land's mountains and rivers with a thin layer of frost.

Zhao Qing Sihe looked up silently, his expression melancholy and his mind in confusion. He couldn't tell whether he was shocked or emotional.

All I felt was seventeen stars coming into view.

It was brighter than ever before.

That at least represents the seventeen immortals and gods who truly survived the Dao catastrophe and left behind the Dao tradition.

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"Hey, Blacksmith Tang, what do you mean? Who said we were leaving?" someone retorted.

Once the opponent's detection device is integrated with a plug-in for detecting spiritual energy, he will have nowhere to hide.

Wu Dashan hesitated for a moment, then bowed, said thank you, took the pill, and swallowed it with the tea on the table.

Without hesitation, he kicked the "innocent" trash can over. Kicking it over didn't quench his anger, so he kicked it a few more times until the trash can deflated, but it still didn't help.

"Can you come around?" Sun Jack asked the digital personality in a low voice, but I didn't get any response from him.

Ji Qingyao was once again pulled up by the man and held in his arms. She wanted to resist, but then she thought better of it. The difference in strength was too great. She didn't want to be pinned down again. It would be an uncomfortable feeling.

Later, with the help of the Si family bodyguards who kept forcing him to eat, he finally finished eating the hundred buns.

"Brother Dayong, you'd better explain the matter of that unscrupulous cannon to everyone, so as to avoid uncontrollable situations in the future." Tian Ying reminded.

Meng Luo Ning didn't want to sleep, so she tilted her head and put it against his face, staring at his handsome and charming profile with obsessed eyes, although she really wanted... him to propose to her.

Streams of black demonic energy like ink gushed out from the cracks in the earth, polluting all living things around it.

Han Feng hugged him and said politely, "Hello, uncle!" Maybe it was because of his mother's death, Han Feng thought that he should just let everything go with the wind, so he turned back into that good boy.

Han Feng sneered and punched directly. With a "bang", Scar covered his cheek, several teeth flew out, and blood flowed everywhere along his cheek.

"Damn it! No way? You're the one winning again!" Bai Jingjing looked at Zixia's cards in dissatisfaction, and took out a few spirit stones and threw them on the table with a painful look.

The huge sword blade directly cut the playground into two parts, and the remaining sword energy brushed against the academy matrix and flew into the distance.

Lu Tian took it and put it in his bag. He didn't want to wear this thing on his body. It was too pretentious.

It was already evening, but there was a waning moon in the sky. The watery moonlight sprinkled into the room, and everything in the house was stained with a faint glow, making the figure on the bed even more beautiful.

Wang Yi did not try to keep him, nor did he let Lao Lu go through the Gate of Two Worlds on the third floor. That was a big secret, and the fewer people knew about it, the better.

Lin had no choice but to pack up. But just a dozen seconds later, Han Bing, who had just stepped out of the balcony door, came back.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for the Supreme Being to subdue the innate divine artifact. He can only use the restored divine essence as a reward and sign a contract with the artifact.

He thought that if he handed the things to Fang Tianru, they would give him and his fellow disciples a chance to live.

Bad? No! That’s not bad, it’s just cheap. To be more precise, it can be called a kind of cheap love.

Riding on the road from Chang'an to Yuanlou Village, the wheat in the fields next to us has turned yellow. The heavy ears of wheat are rolled in waves with the hot summer breeze, and the fragrance of wheat is wafting in the air.

The official ranks of these military generals were all fourth and fifth ranks, and they were polite to Xu Chuan, a third-rank official, on the surface.

She tried to calm herself down. No matter what happened, as the emperor, she must not lose her dignity.

Zhou Penghao obviously hadn't digested Meng Bo's words. He stood there in a daze, letting the mist of coffee linger in front of him.