Chapter 57: A Medicine Boy?

Lin Ziyun moved, looking like an immortal king, his white robes fluttering in the wind with effortless grace. Raising his hand, he executed the Dragon-Catching Art, summoning a towering palm print that crashed toward Fu Heng.

"Doudou, what does space taste like?" Ye Feng asked casually, pulling out a towel to wipe the sweat from Doudou's forehead.

Naturally, the scale of the enemies being guerrilla-tactics targeted was adjusted proportionally. The leveling fanatic set the upper limit at ten golden mice; if it exceeded ten, even if the safe distance was more than sufficient, they would resolutely refuse to engage in guerrilla warfare.

During this class, Tang Ning spent more than half the time daydreaming. He wondered if Hagrid had noticed; at least after class, Hagrid never brought the matter up to Tang Ning.

Justinian sneered inwardly. He hadn't noticed it while fleeing for his life just now, but upon calming down, he realized that the hand clutched in his own had skin as delicate and tender as if it were boneless. How could it possibly belong to a man's palm?

Yet another problem arose: what benefit would there be in targeting Li Wei, a future imperial relative with neither official post, power, nor peerage?

"What kind of friends are these? Don't they care about a friend's safety at all?" Huo Lingfeng muttered complacently as he applied a band-aid.

With that, he thrust a long spear directly into the unprotected eye of the Epirus warrior, instantly killing him.

"Because the source of danger is precisely the target I suspect—the fugitive who escaped from Azkaban this June. They have every reason to harm Harry; in fact, they have already tried once!" Moody replied, his attitude vastly superior to the one he had shown Karkaroff.

In actual history, when Chongzhen ascended the throne, the territory within the Shanhaiguan pass was still intact, and all provinces answered to the central government. Although the wars against the Later Jin were fraught with continuous defeats, a stalemate had already been reached, and the national strength was tenfold that of the Later Jin.

Mo Qingqing said: "You and Mianmian are both over there, so I'm going too." As soon as she went, the scheming bird insisted on tagging along as well. When the Azure-Scaled Beast saw them all leaving, it refused to be left behind. Thus, two humans, one bird, and three beasts set sail on a leather raft for Sea Province.

Never had he imagined that after laying out plans for so long, it would still ultimately invite a fatal calamity. In the end, he had been too careless. Yet how could anyone willingly accept such an ending? Having lived through myriad ages, was the Ninth Universe's sole surviving figure from the ancient era one who would let others casually dictate his destiny?

"Hehe, I won't tell you! So what if she's a supermodel? I couldn't care less. I'm a chief designer myself!" Chu Xiting grew increasingly animated as he spoke.

Hearing this, Lei Chen instantly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as Mina had analyzed from the beginning, no matter how arrogant the Feng family was, they would never dare commit acts that openly provoked the state.

The main table, however, was exceptionally lively. As the awkwardness dissipated, Fang Biao found himself unable to stay idle and began teasing Chen Shuang.

Old Sixth Zhu showed not the slightest sign of nervousness. Feeling the tremor, he casually dropped a remark.

"Hello, who is this?" A very impatient voice came from the other end of the line, sounding as if he had just woken up, listless and groggy.

The areas marked with lines representing undercurrents on the map were all deep trenches, while the circled zones were blue holes. These blue holes and trenches led straight into the unfathomable deep sea, haunted by countless gigantic fish and ferocious beasts. Even a hundred-meter vessel could easily be overturned into the ocean by these sea monsters.

During the search, a clean, secluded pseudo-quadrangle courtyard that rarely saw passersby caught the attention of SWAT team leader Wang Xuan.

Joe let out a desperate moan before roaring at the still-shocked crowd around him. Too hurried to deal with Meng Qi, he sprinted toward the chaotic and messy scene not far away.

Although Land and the others claimed that place was lawless, the service at Fude Tower was quite warm, especially the two welcoming hostesses. They were well-proportioned with graceful figures, and their three-dimensional facial features carried a distinct Uyghur charm.

Even someone as powerful as Professor Xavier was suppressed by a formidable force, involuntarily lifting out of his wheelchair.

Therefore, the manager frequently organized events and had Meng Meng regularly interact with them online. Having such official fans made the manager's job much easier. However, unlike official fans, there were sasaeng fans.

Gu Jianlian did not know that her father and Ji Wujing had previously had such an encounter. In her heart, she felt that this matter was probably best discussed by herself with Ji Wujing. She guessed that her father might have other preparations in store, but since her father's health had not yet fully recovered, it was better to avoid complications. Thinking of Ji Wujing, Gu Jianlian could not help but slightly knit her brows, feeling troubled inside.

Angered, she dropped the line, "I'm washing my hands of this," and turned back toward the room. She had barely taken two steps when she saw Ji Yueming leading a maid turning from the shadow wall into the courtyard.

As long as the old man blew his whistle, the zombies ahead would obediently march along the path indicated by the stick in his hand.

Xuanyuan and Qingqing had long been holding back their impatience! With a wave of Tong's hand, the two of them swiftly and crisply knocked those idle ruffians flat on their backs! Who could have expected that once the commotion started, a hundred-odd men would burst out from every household, all robust fellows wielding weapons?

Gu Jianlian's eyelashes fluttered as she finally opened her eyes. The moment she opened them, she experienced a sense of disorientation, momentarily wondering where she was. She half-fuzzily felt as though she were still in her boudoir within the Prince's Mansion. Rubbing her eyes, she turned over, and not until she finally caught sight of Ji Wujing lying beside her did the realization slowly dawn upon her, prompting a deliberate, unhurried blink.