Chapter 62 Multi-Player Instance

Fortunately, Ning Yun had previously unboxed an elevator and decided not to sell it. It came in handy now, allowing her to climb up to the roof by herself and begin shoveling snow.
Luckily, her house wasn't particularly large, otherwise, she would have had to slave away for half a day.
Once she finished her work, she discovered that many players' houses had already collapsed.
Numerous people attempted to buy ladders and shovels, only to find that the trading market was completely out of stock.
With no other choice, they could only make do with whatever tools they had on hand and climb up to the roof.

He didn't even have a second to think; he reached out to snatch the phone, but it was already too late! Wan Qingbo had already pressed the button.
Not far from there, Senior Akishima, who was practicing imaginary pitches, was also exceptionally spirited today.
The requirement was controlled exercise for one minute, but within a mere thirty seconds, two trails of crimson blood appeared beneath his nose.

After subduing the dolphin, Anjou suddenly realized that a dragon embryo must be buried on the seafloor in a certain area, and it had to be of an extremely high crown rank. Only then could it cause the aquatic life in that region to mutate and be influenced by the bloodline.

The Daoist Scripture states: The valley spirit never dies, it is called the mysterious female. The gate of the mysterious female is called the root of heaven and earth. Continuous and subtle, it seems to endure; use it, and it will never be exhausted.

Li Chunfeng mused, "That celestial stone, capturing the creation of heaven and earth and gathering the essence of the sun and moon, is a naturally born sacred entity."

Meanwhile, Fan Ze himself was continuously cultivating. Today, he distinctly sensed that the internal energy within his body had changed somewhat, and then, his Dantian, which had remained half-closed for so long, suddenly expanded.

Ange raised her eyes to look at Shen Wei. As the breeze blew past, the hair on his forehead fluttered before her eyes, and his brows and eyes held a deep fondness for her.

Until they disappeared into the backyard, the five imperial physicians collapsed entirely to the ground, the cold sweat on their bodies finally subsiding.

Acknowledging his aristocratic identity was necessary, but wherever ambiguity was possible, he had to make it as vague as he could, ensuring no one could deduce his true origin and background.

Until the last young man leisurely walked out of the front door, Shimakaze left the marble counter of the cash register and headed toward the back kitchen entrance.

Of course, this was no difficult task. Being the second-in-command, and with Zhao Lina, the primary leader, covering for him, who would dare easily suspect that he had been away from his post for two and a half days?

Additionally, the peasants in the Hebei region farmed with their furrows mostly running east-west to obstruct northern cavalry. In the Baihe region and further north, they planted thorns and trees as barriers.

At that moment, the roaring blood-red dragon finally broke free from all spatial cages. After circling in the sky, it didn't continue to assault the imperial palace's barrier, but instead suddenly descended.

This remark rendered Luo Jianxiong extremely embarrassed, yet he knew he was no match for Wuding, not even daring to breathe heavily in Wuding's presence.

Zou Wen was one of the Lightning Twins of the Thunder Clan, and the top young genius of the Rune Clan in the Dongyuan Principality. Though Qi Tong belonged to the Qi family of the Four Spirits Immortals, the gap in their status was vast, so he dared not talk back, leaving him feeling deeply sullen and stifled.

Within the Pill Hall, the spiritual energy gradually transformed, shifting from the ambient energy of heaven and earth into profound energy that martial artists could actually utilize.

As one of the parties involved, Chen Hang could deeply empathize with the feelings of the two ship-girls beside him at that moment.

At the thought of this ghostly magical artifact, Zhang Z陌 immediately recalled the mourning clothes of the ghost in mourning. With such a fine defensive artifact bestowed upon him, he could approach B-rank ghosts without any hesitation and effortlessly slip into their memories.

Before leaving, he glanced at Zhao Deming's situation. Although fighting three opponents at once, he was not at a disadvantage and was fully capable of handling them.

After a moment of thought, he turned and muttered a few words to a bodyguard nearby. The bodyguard acknowledged the order and turned to leave.

Even the eighteen snow wolves mounted by the Thirteen Blood Blade Guards all prostrated themselves on the ground, paying homage to Qin Luotian in a posture of worship.

Ming Jue seemed rather busy these past few days; Mu Youling often didn't see him, and the time he spent returning grew shorter and shorter.