Chapter 13163 — If This Rhythm Keeps Up

Wei Zhao, however, gave a slight shake of his head.

He genuinely needed the recommendation resources Su Qing could provide, and given any opening at all, he would do his utmost to secure them.

But when it came to her private affairs, a man of Wei Zhao's temperament truly had no stomach for pestering her over such matters.

At bottom, Su Qing owed him nothing.

After a moment of silence, Su Qing finally spoke slowly: "The Sovereign Squad is my flagship squad. Going forward, I will still reserve the core resources for the Sovereign..."

Yet the Ice-Heart Jade Pendant alone was not enough to set his mind entirely at ease, so in the end Zhou Xuanfeng chose the headband artifact from Splendid Manor as his safeguard for this journey into the Hundred Flowers Valley.

He scrambled back to his room in a frantic rush, and seeing this, Chen Ruzhi assumed some great calamity had struck.

So after hearing all of this, I could only give a helpless nod, looking for all the world as though I were speaking with utter earnestness.

Once Hyuga Yuzuru had finished speaking, the Third Hokage broke into a smile—not a mocking one, but a smile that was genuine and calm.

Even though Momoshiki Otsutsuki had already lost the foundation for reincarnation, if he was honest with himself, could he truly be sure Momoshiki would not seize the opening?

Gu Jiajia flew into a towering rage on the spot, yet she dared to nurse her anger without voicing it—after all, she could not afford to ruin the image she had built up on this campus.

Bai Wanrou was in no hurry to use it anyway; as long as the maids worked efficiently enough, she did not care how long it took.

It was still unclear why Isshiki Otsutsuki had not simply killed the Seventh Hokage outright, but had instead chosen to seal him.

After a few words of pleasantry, Zhou Xuanfeng at once hurried back to Liuxian Residence, preparing to set about breaking through to the late Qi Refining stage.

"If we meant you harm, we would have struck while you were unconscious," Shikamaru said, releasing the Shadow Imitation Technique that had bound him.

When he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, he gave a start—half his cheek was swollen to a gleaming shine, and he could barely speak clearly.

The demon immortals prized strength and prized bloodline, and Lian Xu Jun possessed both in equal measure; he was now utterly convinced.

Thousands of meters up in the sky, the shrill, resounding cries of the enormous mutant eagle king rang out again and again.

That night everyone rested ill at ease; immortals though they were, needing no sleep at all, by the next day they still looked haggard enough to sprout dark circles under their eyes.

At the same time, he reached out and gave the figure's back a violent shove; the figure clearly froze for an instant, then went plunging into the water with a splash.

Standing like a fool in the middle of the busiest street, staring at the direction behind him, Luo Tian was keenly aware of the strange looks from those around him.

"Lin Hao's combat prowess is astonishing, and among the students his word commands a hundred responses. Every student he has trained is formidable. In the space of a single day at the Western Suburbs barracks, he beat the lieutenant guarding the gate and wiped out the Dragon Gang one after another. Clearly this is a man who strikes with ruthless decision and never forgets a slight." Colonel Xu murmured.

Black Impermanence withdrew his hand, and when I looked at my palm, there was only one character: You.

How many times had they gone around this cycle! They had sought out countless chosen ones, and still none had been able to end this fate of endless world-destruction and rebirth.

Yukiko's car reached Zhongya Apartments without mishap; after returning to her rented place and washing up, she had stayed in the living room watching television until this very moment—except that she plainly could not focus on the screen as she usually did, unable to hide her unsettled heart.

Seeing that the emperor's resolve was fixed, no one spoke further. Yang Shiqi glanced at the emperor, then at Yang Zheng, and whether some thought had crossed his mind or not, his lips moved as though he wished to say something, but in the end he made no sound.

These words contained no grand heroics, yet to Yang Zheng's ears they were the most moving and most sincere of grand heroics; in that moment he clearly beheld the boundless loyalty of an old man.

The Demon King's sense of sole dominance was fierce; in the demon realm of old, anyone who so much as looked at him a few times too many would have his eyes gouged out by the Demon King.

And Li Jiuzhen—well, no one had ever pushed him to the brink; he was simply a fine young man, normal in every respect, save for a mouth that ran a little too sharp.