Chapter 35: The Madness of Zhou Xuejun

He had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill in silence.

What a fine woman Su Xiaoyun was; she had actually managed to bribe even the village secretary!

Yang Hongfu’s murky, aged eyes grew increasingly cold, brimming with a sinister, resentful bloodshot glare.

Overnight, Su Xiaoyun’s reputation in the village took a sharp turn for the better.

Chen Haoran suddenly envisioned a terrifying scenario: the villa he had purchased for Su Chen and Su Hong was located in the South District.

At 5:30 AM, Wang Ge was jolted awake by his phone alarm. Smacking his lips, he recalled the absurd dream he’d had the night before. Although such a thing was entirely impossible, it still gave him a fright.

"When the professor cast the spell and you returned to your original form, did you also feel a sense of heavy exhaustion?" Hughes asked.

"Sister, I’ve never been to a place like this before! Today, I’m going to eat until I’m stuffed; otherwise, I’d be doing a great disservice to my stomach, hehe!" Su Hong said, walking backward with a face full of excitement as he teased Su Chen.

"Then, may I ask where the black iron heavy armor worn by the soldiers behind this general came from?" Li Shiming smiled, his expression carrying a deep, hidden meaning.

Sun Yu watched the two combatants, his heart gripped with tension. He was highly intelligent and had received some unusual information through various channels. He knew what this battle signified, and in his heart, he desperately hoped Qin Jingyuan would win.

Regardless, Fan Yuqing had only encountered danger because she had been trying to deliver news to him, so he was determined to find out her situation and, if possible, track her down.

This was a term he had heard many times before. It referred to the leader of these skeletons, Lucile’s teacher, and the person who had concocted many terrifying powders.

Constructing a smart city in such a metropolis is an incredibly complex engineering project, because the core of a smart city requires the construction of an underground comprehensive utility tunnel.

The obese man moved with astonishing speed; in the blink of an eye, he was closing in on the Sky Eye Crystal, and he slammed his bear-like paw—charged with terrifying power—into it without a moment’s hesitation.

Biting her lip, her eyes welled up with tears; it seemed as if one look back or a single word from Lan Yuchen would cause Ouyang Qing’s tears to fall.

The Jade Dragon Sword had been forged according to previous specifications, so there was nothing more to say—it was exceptionally handy; the real highlight was this mecha.

I gave a faint smile. "Qiao Changchang, you can talk until the end of time, but I am not going back." With that, I walked out of the lounge. Before I even reached the door, I heard someone say I was just using someone else’s power to act arrogant. Let them say what they want—I don't care.

Since I cannot change their opinions, I must change myself. I will make those who hurt my mother pay the price.

After a long while, Mo Jingyuan finally managed to find his voice, though he didn't realize that it now carried a distinct, choked sob.

"It seems His Highness the Prince of Ding is truly quite good to the Princess," Ye Lucheng remarked, casting a disdainful glance at the door behind him.

I fear that if this poem were ever made public, there would never be another work capable of surpassing it.

I had expected Reporter Li to be as bewildered as we were, but to my surprise, after giving the foul-smelling Batier a gentle hug, she actually responded in fluent Mongolian.

The aftereffects of Zhang Ma’s condition seemed not to have faded; his face remained pale and weak, and when he was overcome by sudden, anxious rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Let’s head in that direction!" Qing Ling checked the compass, pointed the way, and spoke to Ye Yu.

She felt wronged, she felt sad, she felt unwilling to accept this… all these emotions were brought to the surface by her uncontrollable tears. How could she possibly keep from crying?

"I never expected… that anyone would still remember my name…" Wosu’s voice carried a hint of melancholy, but immediately, that cold, indifferent tone returned.

"Can you produce a weapon better than a quasi-spirit artifact? My friend, you may not know this, but Elder Huang is a famous master blacksmith in Giant Wood City. If the item in your hand is also only at the quasi-spirit level, I’m afraid it will be hard to surpass Elder Huang’s work," the cultivator warned.