Chapter 28: Indirect Kiss

"Huh?" Jiang Mengnan paused, then asked excitedly, "You drank the mung bean soup?"
Lu Yu touched the tip of his nose, his tone sounding guilty, "I just... had a taste."
Jiang Mengnan’s eyes were filled with mirth, her tone teasing, as if she didn't believe him at all: "Oh, just a taste, hmm..."
This manifestation made him exceptionally furious. He had intended to blow one of them to pieces, but now it seemed that wish would not be fulfilled.
A long sword flashed with spiritual light as he slashed behind him, but Yue Ge silently stepped back and dissipated into the air, causing the sword to strike nothingness, while Midori-ko's severed body healed almost simultaneously.
Because Liu Feng and Song Qian arrived late, the premium rooms at the inn had already been booked, so they had to settle for second best and chose a standard room.
"What?" Zhang Qiulai's grandfather was shocked. A trace of a High God's spiritual imprint was on him??
In fact, it wasn't just the spectators and gamblers; the Scarlet Wolf King shared the same assessment, and a sense of relief flickered within its eerie, wolflike eyes.
He was currently studying the capabilities of this blood robe. It appeared to be made of fabric, but upon touching it, he realized its defensive properties were far from weak. Even top-grade mysterious weapons could not penetrate its defense, and it also possessed a certain stealth function, making it difficult for others to easily discover him once worn.
A Jonin is not just a rank of ninja, but also a symbol of status and identity within the village. The promotion mission is absolutely much harder than the Chunin exams, and Mizuki had only passed the final assessment by narrowly escaping death.
A faint voice reached Watatsuki no Toyohime's ears, causing her to narrow her eyes slightly. Her ability to connect the mountain and the sea was her innate talent, completely instantaneous, so why was she hearing the other party speak in a slow, two-second drawl?
In the air, the battle between the saints was clearly leaning in favor of the guardian camp, though, of course, they had not accounted for the Demon Palace or the Zerg.
Qian Zhao, his emotions yet to settle, replied, "The General may not know, but this Cui Lin is a cousin of Cui Yan. Although his family is poor, his knowledge is extraordinary, and he is deeply appreciated by his elder brother, Cui Yan."
And Liu Bei had always boasted of being a relative of the Han imperial family, and being in Yanzhou, it was impossible for him to remain indifferent given his temperament.
Even rolling dice to avoid a fight was a last resort; after all, who would want to be called a spineless coward?
"The White Tiger clan is born with spiritual power, so even without special abilities, their bodies possess great strength, which is why they can take on human form. People from different planets possess different powers; for example, the people of the Destruction Star are born with special abilities, allowing them to synthesize matter," Adis said.
Wang Yan was thinking rapidly. The Body Sect was definitely a direct rival to Shrek Academy. Now that they had come to the academy to represent the Body Sect and seek out students, although he knew they had ill intentions and were likely trying to poach talent, Wang Yan could not refuse them because they were playing a blatant, open game.
Above was a sky thick with dark clouds, beneath his feet was rough bluestone flooring, and all around flowed murmuring water. Beneath a vermillion torii gate stood a black stone table. With the exception of Uesugi Erii, who had run away from home, every head of the Niigata families was present.
Li Yanhong smiled faintly and said nothing more, his silver needles flicking slightly, emitting a low, humming vibration.
Of course, Vitte Li was being rather subtle; he couldn't very well say directly that Bakayoko lacked intelligence, so he expressed it obscurely, giving the other man a little face.
"Fortunately, I have many flower pots left over; they can be put to use now," Zhan Bei said.
But at this moment, a glimmer of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Heaven-Slayer Douluo, who was watching the battle.
"Rumble..." The scout had barely finished speaking when a series of low, rumbling thunderous sounds gradually became audible. As the noise grew louder, Jiang Qi's mount, Black Wind, and the horse carrying his weapons, Snow-Treader, began to paw the ground incessantly, as if they were ready to strike a heavy blow at anything that dared to challenge their majesty at any second.