Douluo Continent: The Ice King's Resurrection

More than half a month has passed since the Ling family held its last large-scale family meeting. It is ten miles outside of Jibing City.

Two convoys, not particularly long, but with walls made of luxurious metals and a few rare metals, slowly drove from a distance toward the direction of the Ice City.

Judging from the materials used in the carriages, it is easy to see the distinguished status of the owners of the two caravans.

However, if there were nobles from the Heavenly Soul Empire present, they would certainly be puzzled as to why there were two groups of horses...

Bingxiao wasn't entirely clear on what exactly happened when Mu Ran was at Beth Castle, so he didn't know how to answer Mu Ran's question.

Nalan Xuyi disagreed. On the contrary, he was happy because even if he was no longer by his parents' side, he would still have his younger brother and sister to keep him company. Besides, this was his fiancée's younger brother, so he would cherish him even more.

Halfway there, Zhu Pengju explained to her that the previous incident of helping the old lady still had lingering effects, and her case could serve as a positive example for a new round of publicity. After all, compared to empty words like "I would still choose to help if I encountered this situation again in the future," a real example is more convincing.

At this moment, the altar also changed. The ancient aura in Liu Chuan's body became stronger and stronger. A deafening dragon roar resounded through the sky. Many of the demons in the arena were so frightened by the sound that their legs went weak.

Yuan Zheng had never thought about these things. He only saw his two elder brothers a few times a year. Their relationship was neither thin nor deep, and it could collapse at any time in the face of royal power.

Bai Fan also picked some peaches and put them into the gourd, not because he wanted to strengthen the Devouring Heaven Gourd.

Originally, she considered that current domestic policies particularly favor foreign businessmen, and was wary of Chimelong Pictures' investment in Shanlin Film City. Given her grandmother's personality, she knew she wouldn't use her family connections to intimidate others, so even if the matter went to the police station, they wouldn't get anything good out of it.

There were Bai family members greeting everyone at the scene. It was clear that apart from Wu Bingzhong, no one else had arrived yet and needed the old man to personally greet them.

Clearly, Han Wei is a ruthless person, and a frequent one at that.

"Seeing you defeat Lu Huan today, and even make him apologize to me and give me flowers, I admire you greatly. You have no idea that Lu Huan never bows his head to anyone, and he never speaks more than five sentences." Wang Yiqing walked to the table and saw the flower with its petals re-stitched on the teapot. Her admiration for him deepened even more.

Meanwhile, to the north of Zhao, Li Jing's army and Han Xin's army marched south side by side, like a net, constantly shifting the sniping line southward. This not only compressed the living space of the demon allied forces but also further burned the food and supplies that the demons had stored in the rear.

He doesn't understand this deeply; he's always known it. Didn't he know it all along? Let's not talk about these things now.

Wang Xudong smiled awkwardly, took off his work clothes, and walked out, following Qin Kexin into Su Wanqi's office, where Su Wanqi was already there.

To outsiders, there seemed to be no major changes, but only Li Dalong, the master, knew that after the transformation, the Four Swords of Zhuxian had truly taken on the appearance of the Four Swords of Zhuxian.

Bert, the wolf cub, nonchalantly complained about Tione's action of turning around to protect her chest.

Starting five years ago, he treated her like a tool to play with, pampering himself and having someone bring her back when he was in a good mood. Most of the time, they would start doing it without any communication.

Rumors suggest that in the past few years, the Vermilion Bird Dynasty had not exerted much effort, instead focusing its main energy on conquering other worlds.

Inside the secret room, Old Man Cheng turned his head to look at the air vent, his gaze, devoid of reason or perhaps even humanity, falling on Rong Tang's face.