Chapter 52: Hot Spring Tempering (4000 Words)

Looking at the affectionate interaction between Ning Jiuyou and the Purple-Crystal Winged Lion King, Xiao Yan felt a surge of irrepressible curiosity and finally asked, "Jiuyou, I've always wondered how on earth you managed to tame Little Zi? With how powerful it is, ordinary people would find it very difficult to subdue."

Ning Jiuyou gave a soft smile. Glancing at the Purple-Crystal Winged Lion King, she replied, "As it happens, it was a matter of serendipity. When I first came to this Magical Beast Mountain Range, I interacted with quite a few magical beasts here, and our relationships were fairly good."

Cheng Xin said to Qin Ming, "Let me handle this matter for you. In a couple of days, I'll invite them out for a meal, and we can finalize it then." Qin Ming thought that would work as well; after all, since the film and television company had approached them directly, having Cheng Xin handle it would probably make the occasion appear more formal and impressive.

Liu Dingtian smiled tearfully, gently shaking his head as he gazed in a blur at Ye Xuan. The strange old man emerging from the Medicine King Cauldron before him had been like both a teacher and a father to him. He had saved his life on several occasions, imparted numerous secret techniques to him, and taught him the principles of being a person, filling his heart with boundless emotion.

After John directed his two assistants to help Cheng Xin take off her formal gown, they dressed her in a loose bathrobe that provided ample warmth while also allowing her great ease of movement.

He certainly wasn't worried that Qin Yue and Ai Qi would actually come to blows. They were a veteran married couple and old friends as well; how could they possibly fight?

Chu Qiao had no idea what was going on, only feeling a sudden chill between her hips and legs. About three seconds later, she looked down and discovered that her skirt had actually slipped all the way down, while Qi Hao's foot was right between her legs, with that skirt resting squarely on the top of his foot.

Liu Dingtian looked at the jar in the middle-aged man's hand, but instead of putting down the black lump in his own grasp, he held it directly and gently pinched it in his palm.

True to Liu Dingtian's expectations, Qiu Bainie began to tempt and recruit him. Understandably so, the temperature at the bottom of the magma was still somewhat higher than normal.

Although she had not witnessed anything Lu Zhen had done prior to this, his public promise and demeanor today were already enough to make her deeply feel the powerful aura radiating from him.

Driven by various kinds of curiosity and his old friendship with Qin Tianfeng, Fang Dahai had set off immediately last night. The vehicle originally sent to pick him up was merely a Qin family business van, but halfway through the journey, it was swapped for a luxury motorhome.

Then, Lin Chuashia formed a strange hand seal with both of her hands. Suddenly, with a booming sound, an aura not the least bit inferior to that of Ruan Yu'er and Shen Siyui erupted fiercely from her body.

Temple Knights might differ from one another in various ways, but being able to become a Temple Knight meant that one's combat capabilities were reliable. A charge by a mere fifty knights was enough to smash right through the mercenary group's infantry line.

Yet upon returning, Chen Wei had Yang Mengxiao take a mock exam of the exact same test, and her score was not particularly good at all.

Bai Ting could guarantee that she truly wasn't doing it on purpose, and she genuinely hadn't intended to seduce Chen Wei—at least not initially.

Uncle Jiu took out his sickle-axe and said, "Let's go take a look. Red or black, let's give it two chops of the axe first."

The moment Da Mao mustered up the courage to open his eyes and wanted to turn around, he felt a wave of intense heat from behind, accompanied by a thick, pungent smell of blood rushing straight to his nose.

"It doesn't matter to me. If you want to kill each other, go ahead; if you don't want to kill, leave them for me to finish off," Xiao Qingfang said with an indifferent expression.

This stubborn old coffin-dweller was relentless in chasing after us. Judging by his attitude, if we didn't buy some kind of red-haired zombie skin from him, he would just latch onto us and refuse to leave. Seeing that there was truly no way to shake him off, Lan Wu finally asked, "Old mister, how much are you selling it for?"

The entire mural was utterly magnificent, defying description in a few brief words. It made extensive use of exaggerated techniques; for instance, the barbarians were depicted as three-headed, eight-armed monsters, some with tails and others with horns, looking exceptionally horrifying.

These seasoned veterans understood very well that no matter how the world changed, those who held power would always receive preferential treatment.