*[Lake Cui]: Cui Hu, also means Green Lake
Your comfortable days are quickly coming to an end, Mo Fan,” Zhoa Kunsan said to Mo Fan, delighting in Mo Fan’s misery.
Strange my ass. As Mo Fan thought this over, he denied the idea in his head.
Big brother, what math book are you talking about? The tanned faced Guan Gu felt wronged— he didn't try to provoke anyone.
_Do you really think that I, Mo Fan will lose just like that?_
The progress is a bit slow,” the youth called Yu Ang replied.
Is it true,t it’s only those from The Black Church that can finish their cultivation in five months?” Mo Fan asked faintly.
The reflection of the flames were visible on Mo Fan’s face. His face was smiling, and his confidence was soaring.
Luo Yunbo was the military instructor who guided the team this time.
Teacher, I heard that this protective stone door is made by our Bo City’s Construction Master, Earth element Magician Zhang Yuheng. No magic beneath the Intermediate-level is capable of moving it?” The young lady Ba Zhoumin asked while being the good student she was.
A few Battlemages were smiling to themselves. Normally within this stronghold, their Boss Zhankong would beat them until cuts and bruises were all over their bodies. Who would’ve known that there’d be a time where even Boss Zhankong would have a headache, too?
_Boom~~ Boom~~ Booom~~_