ld. 。The silver-blue vines were as thick as arms, each one shimmering with a translucent blue, and within, there were faint golden spines like vertebrae. They spread rapidly, like azure dragons. 。Da...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。mperor of the Empire, he took personal responsibility this time, leading the troops on the front lines. The first battle was undoubtedly the most crucial; he absolutely could not allow the Federation...