Volume 1, Chapter 30: Jealousy

The next morning, Lin Zhiyu prepared breakfast, her eyes shadowed with dark circles. Considering that Shen Du had worked until the early hours the night before, Lin Zhiyu didn’t rush to call him, but his internal clock was precise. Before eight o’clock, Shen Du came downstairs and unexpectedly crossed paths with Lin Zhiyu, who was just heading upstairs.

Watching the starship fade into the distance, Xiu’s brow furrowed ever deeper, his handsome face seeming to weather an approaching storm.

“Brother Lin, who brought me back earlier with my elder brother, said he needed to see me and told me to meet him at this location,” Shi An’an said, displaying the shared coordinates with Lin Xi on her light screen.

The issue with the fireflies remained a complete mystery, resembling delicate, fragile porcelain dolls, riddled with cracks.

Miyata returned to his room, silently pondering. It seemed the Americans had definitely uncovered something, yet they refused to disclose it to him. Had they taken a loss? It was clear he needed to revise his strategy.

Zichen rushed over to us in a panic. “You! You! Stop!” he urged, as if trying to prevent me. I glanced at him, then turned away, taking my sister and the twins with me, ignoring his pleas.

The second instance involved the shape-shifting and spiritual eye techniques of two terrestrial immortals, presented in the form of ancient stitched manuscripts.

“Sis, which one do you like? I’ll plant it in a pretty pot for you. I bought lots of beautiful flowerpots; you can pick one,” Shi An’an said, pulling out the various pots she had bought earlier from her bag—each one more delightful than the last.

Zhang Yuanhua walked along, his teeth chattering loudly with a clicking noise. He recalled a saying his grandfather had told him when teaching him magic, and he couldn’t help but babble to himself.

Shi An’an learned from Lin Jinmo that Lin Xi was already aware of the situation there and believed that soon someone would come to escort them students to safety.

Of course, if given the chance, he also intended to probe the Two Forms Ritual and study the true nature of the “Direct Death Demon Eye.”

The golden armor reflected a chilling, piercing light, terrifying everyone present to the point of panic.

No need to ask who was backing the red-haired delinquent to be so brazen—everyone knew who the protective umbrella was behind him.

Suddenly, someone grasped her arm roughly, yanking her forcibly away from her seat to a distance one meter from Yuan Dong.

Jiang Jiayi definitely wouldn’t choose this moment to sell the house. Besides, it had been so well renovated and was so comfortable to live in that she simply couldn’t bear to part with it.

Previously, the anniversary celebrations at Jiangcheng Middle School always began preparing for the evening event during the penultimate class in the afternoon, but today was the first time the entire day was given over.

In reality, those crowned “school beauties” were often not the most beautiful in the entire school.

Madam Mo had intended to brush it off, letting Bai Jinchu lose face, but unexpectedly, the painting truly was a forgery.

Lou Yiqing was also in contact with Yang Xiaohong. She had thought Yang Xiaohong might be discouraged by the current situation, but to her surprise, Yang’s spirits were not as low as expected.

Bai Xingyi sneered, twitching the corner of her mouth. She glanced at Zhan Shaoting, ready to explain, but Lin Wanwan suddenly threw herself into Zhan Shaoting’s arms, explaining on her behalf.

After being here for so long, Zhang Rui and Zhao Qian had already helped them plenty. There was no need to let them spend any more money.

Shortly after the foreign aid team scored two points, Xu Feng immediately responded with a three-pointer.

Zhao Qirong, who had just been mocking Ling Zhiyuan’s official arrogance, suddenly turned pale upon realizing that the other had not been flaunting authority at the traffic police station, but was actually being taken there by the police.

“Are you the head of the Shushan Sword Sect? Are you Fang Jun?” The young master seemed to have realized something and looked at Fang Jun with a face full of delight.

Feeling Chen Ting’s gaze, everyone instinctively stepped back. That calm and immense divine presence seemed to have seen straight through them all.