Chapter 67

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As Qin Yang was deep in thought, the two people on the stage had already charged at each other and began to fight.

Tata, Sage, and Manda rushed forward together, only to be trampled under Tang Fan's feet before they could even throw a punch.

Frenda stretched lazily, preparing to get up and tidy the room, when she found that the hem of her dress seemed to be snagged by something.

As she uttered those final words, Chen Hao's figure dove straight out of the car window, soaring several meters away before forming a hand seal as a beam of magical light pierced through the air.

However, the moment he rolled over, another fierce gust of wind tore through the air. Thirteen cold starlight points struck his back simultaneously, and a pale sword pierced through the air like lightning, embedding itself deep into his waist.

The dining table was surrounded by a full group of people, which included not only those colleagues from the assistant's office but also a few from other departments.

Yet, despite the complex emotions swirling within him, he had no idea how to properly articulate them into words.

Draped in a black cloak, Li Mo silently approached the treasure cave of the Situ family, pressing a bloody fingertip against the top of the stone door.

Mi Zhu, whose face had been filled with dejection, instantly recovered his composure upon seeing Guan Ping and Mi Fang. His eyes welled up with joy and excitement. Throughout his time as a captive, he had constantly worried about their safety, terrified that something might happen to them.

After giving it some thought, she ultimately decided to speak with Su Yiqing first before considering whether or not to inform Meng Fanlang.

"Pfft!" Professor X's sudden verbal tic left Fang Bai stunned for a good while before he clutched his stomach to keep from bursting into roaring laughter. Hahaha, this side effect is truly far too magical!

In contrast to Yangyang's enthusiasm, Xuanxuan did not look very happy at all. He turned his head away, completely ignoring the other child's friendly overtures.

The person who altered the records must have known the inner story of those years and deliberately changed those documents to prevent her from discovering Wen Jiaran's true identity.

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After the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Leng Lingyun slowly opened her eyes. She lowered her gaze to look at Ouyang Jinghong's palm, and seeing that his hand had already returned to normal, the guilt in her heart finally eased a little.

"It should be over. We probably just caught a glimpse of a branching tributary in the river of time, but it doesn't matter. That future won't happen now." Fang Bai tossed a piece of pea cake into his mouth, finding the taste quite pleasant.

Although the note left by Meng Jingyi pacified the unease in Xiao Heng's heart, he still decided to give Meng Jingyi a call.

"But what's the use of us sitting here obediently, attending classes and learning these things? No matter how well we do on exams, what does it even matter?" Chu Lin asked coldly.

However, Liu Xiangdong knew that people should not be judged solely by their first impressions, so he did not jump to conclusions in his heart and decided to observe further.

Those colorful butterflies seemed to have noticed Ning Dao and instantly flew away. The young girl's lips panted slightly into a pout, filled with disappointment and lingering attachment, which caused a sharp, subtle pain to pierce Ning Dao's heart. He felt resentment and regret—why did he have to disturb her? Why did he have to startle away these butterflies that rightfully belonged around her?

Moreover, as long as everyone was present to serve as witnesses, she would have no choice but to admit to it even if strong evidence were eventually found, sparing some people from suspecting that Chu Shiwei had deliberately manufactured fake evidence.

He thought that if fish were cooked like this at home on ordinary days, not only would no one touch it, but the chef would likely be cursed, beaten, and perhaps fired on the spot.

If the majority of an army could perform at their normal or even peak levels, their overall combat effectiveness would easily double or triple.

Where on earth had Meng Xingchen gone? At this moment, he had already entered the Magic Box, playing leisurely within the Star-Plucking Hall while cradling two-year-old Meng Lan in his arms.

Chu Shiwei lifted the hem of her dress and followed closely behind Lin Feng as he walked away. She had no idea why Yin Yihang had suddenly made such a decision, but she truly had some very important words to say to Lin Feng today—words of utmost significance that could no longer be delayed.

All these matters left her vexed and troubled; how could her mood possibly brighten because of Xie Ying's flattery?

"You're back?" Hearing the sound of the door lock, Mu Qianxue turned her head from the living room sofa and said.

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Wan Jie was furious. If this bastard in front of him hadn't rudely barged in, the subterranean palace probably would have been opened by now.

Clutching at it like a drowning person grasping a straw, Xiao Hong felt a secret wave of relief. Her reasoning was simple: since such a major incident had occurred at the company, did it mean that tonight's mandatory blind date would simply be cancelled?

"You also think someone is shielding Su Yiran?" Duan Sizhe frowned slightly. If that were the case, then seemingly all the unreasonable details could be easily explained.

Faced with such a question, He Zhendong had no idea how to respond—should he confront it, or flee from it?

With her current abilities, defeating He Qishuang was virtually impossible; the two of them were evenly matched, and if they truly clashed, it would only result in a stalemate.

At that moment, Mu Qianxue was sitting in front of her computer desk, sipping juice while working. Seeing Qin Hao suddenly barge in, her expression instantly darkened, and a wave of irritation rose as she prepared to chase him out.

"Shangguan Baijia! Do you have any idea what mistake you've made?" His Second Uncle, Shangguan Jinshan, glared at Xu Yuntian and demanded.

"How is it, doctor? Can you treat him or not?" An anxious voice belonging to Beitang Mo echoed from inside the room.

The two of them muttered back and forth for quite a while before finally hatching a strategy: enlisting a military official to help. This approach carried enough persuasive weight while avoiding any official involvement from the ambassador that could lead to punishment or investigation.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang was well aware that he was merely indulging in wishful thinking for now. Leaving aside the turbulent era of war they currently lived in, even later on, after he united the realm and founded the great Ming Dynasty, such a feat would still be highly improbable.

Hearing Qiao Luozhuo's grim assessment of Xizhi's condition earlier, everyone had sunk into despair and apathy. Yet, Qiao Luozhuo himself maintained a completely composed and tranquil expression, leaving everyone utterly bewildered. Secretly, they all harbored a faint, desperate hope that Qiao Luozhuo's miraculous medical skills could pull this seemingly doomed young Miss Ruan back from the brink of death.

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