38 38 - Exam Paper Consolidation, Provincial Institute Candidates

Fuxi had followed Su Huaian for many years; she could tell he was troubled simply by the way he drank his soup—too hastily, too perfunctorily.

Rong Yi, who was already holding her tightly in his arms, sensed this immediately. He kissed her forehead, his hand gently stroking her soft, smooth back.

The old maid sighed. Although Gao Yu spoke in a very low, soft voice, the malice and depravity in her words were still palpable.

She had not held back when striking the ground earlier; now, her delicate hands were stained with blood, with several pebbles even embedded in the skin.

Nevertheless, the tree in the center appeared increasingly lush, providing a striking, refreshing sight amidst the surroundings.

Song Daoling flicked his sleeves twice, picked up a wine flask, revealed his sparse teeth, and spat on the ground with a chuckle.

The Great Overseer pulled the little one tight, leaving Yan Yu—who had hoped to snatch a moment to tease the cub—facing only the child's back. She knew this father-son pair was conspiring to give her the cold shoulder.

"Staying in the room for so long makes my chest feel tight and stifled. I want to go out for a walk." Huanhuan touched her chest, then glanced at Ling'er with a pained expression.

Huanhuan hid the dagger she had kept under her pillow inside her sleeve, then took two gold leaves from the purse Qin Niang had given her and tucked them into her bodice. Everything prepared, she patted Ling'er on the shoulder and sat in a chair, waiting for the right moment to nimbly climb over the wall and leave the estate.

Chu Xing had lost his ability to fight, while Liu Chunxin was still ready for more. The outcome of the match was already obvious.

Listening to them discuss these two matters, Lu Yun felt that he had a hand in both. He suddenly felt as if he were the protagonist in their conversation, though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. If people found out, he would surely be denounced by everyone, he thought to himself.

They had all heard that Chen Xian had returned home, and despite his changed status, he held no airs, so they wanted to come and build a rapport with him.

"Yes, for now, we can only knit sweaters by hand, which is a bit slow. It takes anywhere from three days to five or seven days per garment," Wang Ping'an said.

"It’s infuriating! The people at Erxian Manor are so cunning—they are as slippery as monkeys once they get their hands on wool." He walked away, muttering curses.

"Oh, but you just finished work, Teacher. Won't you be very tired?" Only then did June feel a bit of hunger, but he felt embarrassed to trouble Mr. Sasaki.

Lakeshen, nicknamed "Big Gorilla," stood nearly ten feet tall and three feet wide. With a face like charcoal and hair seemingly covering his entire head, only two eyes peered out, shifting constantly. His voice was like a spring thunderclap, his presence like the vast sea, and a single punch could kill a mule. It was said he was a great gorilla tamed by Burigude in the deep mountain forests.

"Soldiers of the Fire Fruit Department, listen: anyone who tries to put out the fire is to be killed without mercy. Whatever happens, I will take the blame!" Driven to desperation, Rocket made a reckless stand.

"Damn it." Meng Shanjun, standing nearby, saw Lu Yun walking in while holding Mengmeng's hand and couldn't help but force the words through his teeth.

Legend has it that a zombie is formed by a single breath that accumulates within the body. The resentment, frustration, and stifled anger a person feels while alive remain in the throat after death. However, this alone does not make a zombie; one needs the right time, the right place, and the right circumstances for it to take form.

Upon entering the palace, Chagandala reported to the King. Inside the royal bedchamber, Agulam met with Chagandala.

Hong Niang waved her hand gently, and a red cord fluttered out, instantly binding the lone boat, which then drifted toward her.

Held by his father, the old man's second son, upon being questioned by his father, knelt on both knees in the hall and truthfully recounted everything that had happened to him in the mortal world before his death. Hearing his son's account, the old man kneeling in the hall could only think of one phrase: "If I had known today would come, why did I act as I did back then?"

A near-absurd thought rose in Lin Yu's mind, and he immediately felt it was unbelievable. The conditions for the birth of a sword spirit were notoriously harsh, and any weapon that birthed one was considered a divine artifact—a rarity in the world, as everyone knew.

It made everyone envious. For nine people to reach the Spirit Gathering Stage in a single tournament was a rare occurrence in the history of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Yu Guiyuan, sitting upright, heard Yu Ling's question. He looked out the hospital window at the scenery, then touched his stomach. He was indeed a bit hungry. His body had recovered well, but the hospital food consisted only of porridge, where one could count the individual grains of rice in the bowl.

"What? These are all high-grade spirit stones! You should know that with the current concentration of spiritual energy in the cultivation world, it is almost impossible to find new high-grade spirit stone veins. They are becoming scarcer by the day. Is it really worth spending them on these two materials?" Chengtian asked, clearly pained.

The major task of repairing the Soul-Sealing Cauldron was handed to Captain Hua by the police technical department. Two jade plaques were no longer enough to subdue the thousand-year-old Snow Fox Demon. Zhang San, sitting in the interrogation room, remained silent, refusing to explain how he escaped from the underground palace. Why? He wouldn't say everything. Where exactly was the ancient painting?

Facing this situation, Li Shan was also extremely surprised. He had kept the blood bead on his person for the past few days, wondering to himself: Could it be that the blood bead absorbed the extreme cold, keeping him from being affected by the freezing temperatures? But with so many eyes around, he dared not take it out to see for sure.

Embracing each other, the two went to the lounge. Yang Wei and the others were stunned. While they wished they could do the same, both their boss and Mo Cai'er were high-level executives. They knew better than to act recklessly on Mo family property. Thus, they had the desire but lacked the nerve; even Lu Shan could only endure it.

"It's you!" Xiao Qian said. He had seen this blue-haired man before. Not long ago, he had fought Lin Yu to the death, but after being defeated, his presence had become quite faint. He had never expected that this man would be the one to interfere at such a critical moment. Wasn't he an enemy of Lin Yu? Why would he step in to help Lu Lingmeng?

Composing herself, Tang Ya immediately began having someone prepare documents regarding the company, casting aside all distractions and devoting herself wholeheartedly to her work.

However, I am well aware of the disgust she has always held for me; how could she easily agree to help me?

Those led by Cassius naturally sensed the undisguised expression on Pachi's face, and a dark, eerie light flickered in their eyes amidst the mist.