"Yue Wuwei?" When Zhang Han brought up this name, Lu Xiong was stunned for a moment.
He thought about it for a second. Following that, he replied, "All I know is that the master of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion is No Action Immortal. However, most of the time, it's not him but his subordinates dressed in white shirts that show up in person. As for Yue Wuwei, I know nothing about him. The time when he struck out, people only saw the figure of his back. He only made a move, which was said to be pretty, pretty powerful."
"Oh, oh," Zhang Han nodded as he said.
Though he felt somewhat it dubious, he still thought that the No Action Immortal, whom Lu Xiong had mentioned, would most probably be Yue Wuwei.
On this holy object planet, which was suppressed, some mysteries might indeed exist in the plate of Cultivation World, which this holy object planet was attached to.
Otherwise, he would not have been transferred to the C
"Is it... is it over?" Director Bi was at a loss, feeling confused. He was pretty sure that he had sensed the aura of the ghost face quite accurately a moment ago, which was quite strong. The ghost should be at the Grand Master Late-stage. However, the capability of the Yin soul was quite tricky. If it were him, he thought he could take it, but it would require quite strenuous efforts. However... Before he had time to stare at the ghost face again, it disappeared right away. Was the ghost face beaten to death? Patriarch Jia asked somewhat dubiously, "Grand, Grand Master Zhang, so is the issue solved? How about my father...?" Zhang Han nodded and replied, "He will wake up after we go back and treat him." As Zhang Han finished his words, the atmosphere on the scene became much more relaxed in an instant. Their backbone was finally saved.
At six o'clock in the early morning, Zhang Han and Zi Yan were lying in the spacious bed. Mengmeng was sleeping soundly on the small bed. All of a sudden, a breeze seemed to blow through the netting around the bed, making them flutter rhythmically. As the netting fluttered, it began to tremble slightly. Shards of azure sun rays started to permeate around Zhang Han's body. The look on his face was slightly white and became pale gradually. All of this happened due to the cloud clusters above the soul sense sea, which were making trouble. The cloud clusters were stretched continuously by Zhang Han. However, he always kept some distance between the cloud clusters so that the cloud clusters did not converge. As the saying goes, cumulus clouds lead to rain. That was the time he would make a breakthrough. However, if his strength did not make a breakthrough to the Innateness level, the breakth
"Today is your birthday." Staring at Mengmeng, who was anticipating eating the cake, Zhang Han could not help laughing. He stretched out his hands, pinched Mengmeng's pink and tender cheek, and smiled as he said, "This is the first time that Papa has celebrated your birthday. I also made the cake specifically for you. You can eat more cake today. By the way, I wish you a happy birthday, Mengmeng!" Zi Yan also said smilingly, "Happy Birthday, babe!" Zi Qiang and Xu Xinyu also said, "Happy Birthday, Mengmeng." "Well???" Mengmeng was stunned and even forgot to blink her big eyes. It was not until two seconds later that the little girl came to her senses and her big eyes got bright all of a sudden. "Is it my birthday? Mengmeng's birthday?" Zhang Han smiled and said, "Yes, it is your birthday." "It is Mengmeng's birthday! My birthday! Ah! It is my birthday! Hohoho
At eight o'clock the next morning... Zhang Han drove Zi Yan and Mengmeng to Saint Kindergarten. Since they had asked for leave for the little girl to celebrate her birthday, Lu Guo had organized a file for Zi Yan, including some knowledge taught in the school, such as some Cantonese, English, and so on. Zi Yan had imparted Mengmeng with the knowledge last night. Since Mengmeng had a pretty good memory, she remembered it all soon. However, she had a short-term memory. Consequently, on the way to the kindergarten, Zi Yan taught her again and asked, "How do you say 'I have eaten'?" "Hmm... Er Ci Duo Zuo (in Chinese pinyin)." "I am not doing it on purpose." "Er wu hai de deng gei." Mengmeng's voice took after that of her mother, which sounded melodious. Moreover, since she was little, her voice sounded innocent, which was a pleasure to the listeners. Mengmeng did
Sun Dongheng did not at all feel complacent because of some achievements. The livestreaming was still going on. However, the frequency and length were much less compared to before. He went on live streaming once every 2-3 days. Even so, this group of fans said noisily that they were moved to tears. Many people thought that as for people like him who had made such achievements, normally they would choose to pursue their careers in the entertainment industry, such as making films. In that case, they would have no time to do livestreaming. But Sun Dongheng was an exception. Though he had been among the eight powerful trainees of Chinese New Voice and had issued an album, the sale volume of which was quite good, and also looked somewhat handsome, he still went on livestreaming quite laboriously. From the perspective of the fans, their feelings could be summarized by a somewhat exaggerated sentence, which was, with you
The name of the mall was New Era. It was a large shopping mall, inside which were many international brands that Zhang Han was unfamiliar with but Zhou Fei and Zi Yan could name. The prices were relatively high. Common clothes were usually priced at 80 to 100 yuan, or 300 to 400 yuan. Those at 800 to 1,000 yuan were much better. However, there were also clothes priced at 8,000 to 10,000 yuan, and 80,000 to 100,000 yuan, or even more expensive. What was considered a high price varied among different people. But in the eyes of Zhang Han and Zi Yan, in fact, things either looked good or bad. However, here in the northeast of China, you could always see people in minks priced at tens of thousands of yuan, which made them cool and fashionable. For some people, wearing expensive clothes could indeed improve their class. "Fine feathers make fine birds." This saying was not groundless. But some
When there were many people having a snowball fight, it was quite interesting. The little princess hid behind Zhang Han's legs and managed to make a small snowball. "Go!" Mengmeng threw it with great energy, and the snowball rose into the air, then fell to the ground. Just throwing it out four or five meters was the result of all of Mengmeng's energy. "Well?" Mengmeng looked at the snowball that hadn't even crossed the middle line, and froze slightly. "This is not a snowball fight. "Why can't I throw it over?" So the little girl picked up a handful of snow again and made it into a small snowball. This time, Zhang Han noticed the little princess and thought. That tiny snowball flew forward. "Boom!" The snowball hit a young man's leg. The snowball was so small that the man who was hit didn't even feel it,
Sun Dongheng had participated in such gatherings many times. He could easily tell that these people present were not very intimate. Sun Dongheng just ignored what the lady with the ponytail said. However, the lady continued finding faults. She squinted at Sanpang, smirked and said, "Sanpang, why are you always talking so cluelessly? If you want to introduce a friend, just introduce him. You don't have to lie that he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Besides, everyone her now was also. What's more, would a silver-spooned person livestream all day?" Her words made Sanpang a little unhappy. So he frowned and said, "Why do I always have to encounter you? I don't want to talk to you. Don't bother me here." "What? You brought him to our private room. Can't I say anything about it?" The lady with the ponytail fought back. This made many people present ready to rubberneck.