Chapter 28

Song Guyan rubbed her temples and told her colleagues to take a break, knowing that everything would have to wait until the student was fully conscious.

Peng Changrong, however, had eyes only for Cuimei. From morning till night, except when he was in the bedroom or the latrine, he followed her everywhere, the two of them never running out of things to say.

As they spoke, the attendants laid out lunch on the yellow rosewood table in the hall. To host Aunt An, the meal was much more lavish than usual, featuring over twenty different dishes.

Wang Wubin, having failed to find the whereabouts of Bian Baibei, left in a fit of rage with the third generation of the Seven Sins warriors.

Of course, such things were only worth thinking about; Qin Han had two manga projects in the works and had no intention of juggling three at once.

"You!" Xiping’s eyebrows arched in anger. She found it strange, as Helan Yingxiong usually ignored her cold sarcasm.

Thus, Jiang Yushu was once again jolted awake by sharp, stabbing pains, only to consume ginseng soup, steel herself, exert her strength… and then collapse into an exhausted stupor.

Such induction ceremonies were held at least twice a year. Zhang San planned to have more than half of the students in the school receive the Knight’s Medal; in fact, he would be happy to award them to everyone, provided the children performed well enough.

Noble Lady Wang felt a chill in her heart. She needed to accelerate her plans; it would be disastrous if the other party discovered the sacrificial red pearl was missing.

Following the direction Old Liao had pointed out, the two walked a short distance to the northwest and indeed found a large compound with a locked gate. Zhang San circled the perimeter; the property spanned over ten acres and was quite impressive. If not for the poor air quality, he would have truly considered renting it.

Hua Ci lowered her long, raven-feather-like eyelashes, masking the inscrutable look in her eyes as she left the corridor.

"Don't worry, Ye Kong, I understand. As long as I can stall this person, it will take some pressure off my sister," Xiao Lingfeng said.

Although they were all musicians and singers, they were wilder than any of their peers.

Had this been before he reached the Daoist Star, this thirty percent of his power would have been far from enough to shatter the Dao hearts of these rogue cultivators.

If she could survive, no one would want to die. Was it possible that she wanted her to give up Chanchans body? She would certainly never agree to that. If she refused, what kind of coercive tactics would she use?

Following the gaze directed toward the sudden spotlight on stage, Pei Shangqian looked at the man sitting in the center: a black skull tank top, cargo pants, and colorful yet stylish sneakers—a distinct hip-hop aesthetic.

"You..." Tang Wanwan paled at the insult. Given that Hai Lan was the daughter of the Hai family and sister to Hai Mingjue, she had to swallow her pride, glaring with wide, resentful eyes.

"Damn it." Yu Fan and the other two each flipped Fan Jian a middle finger before climbing into their beds to sleep.

Stupefied, she stared at the peerlessly elegant man in red robes walking toward her; a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, only to turn to dust, leaving her head entirely blank.

In an instant, the two had emptied their pistols of every last bullet.

"My child, what is the matter? Why would you suddenly ask such a question? You are all Grandmother's good children. In my heart, you and Xinliang are, of course, the same. There is no distinction between better or worse; you are both the most filial children in my heart," the old matriarch said with a smile.

Ji Yanmo told Shu Xia about his plan. In truth, his own men would have been sufficient, but the elite members of FK were incomparable to others. With Shu Xia’s help, his plan was even more flawless.

"If you say it that way, Grandmother is happy. I may be a bit long-winded, but isn't it all for the good of you children? Once you are all settled with families and careers, I will have nothing left to worry about," the old matriarch said earnestly.

This was a national highway, and though the road was somewhat remote, vehicles passed by regularly.

He gave a gentle tug on the wrist he was holding, and she fell precisely into his arms.

Their clothes had long since been shed, and Jun Wuji’s calloused hands roamed and teased her body.

As it turned out, after Xiao Yi’s parents had driven him away, their lives did not improve just because the "star of misfortune" who cursed them was gone. Instead, things became increasingly difficult. First, Xiao Yi’s father fell gravely ill, and though he eventually recovered, it cost him half his life, and after all the medical expenses, the family’s finances grew tight.

Because her mother, Fang Mulin, had already stated that there must be no direct conflict with Ji Anqi and the others, or it would upset her father.

Ruan Meng could tell from her tone just how inhuman the treatment she would receive back in the classroom would be.

Although she never understood why that devil had also disappeared, the excitement in her heart was enough to drown out that anxiety.

The army’s advance made little sound, and Chen Ao had long since followed Zhao Ling’s suggestion to set up many torches at their previous camp to deceive the Khitan. But they hadn't gone far before they were discovered by the Liao army.

Of course, this also included the report that Zhang Xiaofeng and the other two were planning to eat demonic beast meat at the Tianxing Pavilion, which was relayed without missing a single detail.

Seeing Vayne appear, his four teammates all typed a string of ellipses in unison.

Ye Qingling was extremely surprised by this fact; in truth, not only was she surprised, but her teammates also found it incredible.

Lin Yan wanted to open his eyes, but a wave of intense exhaustion surged from within his body.

Although he was a bit puzzled as to why he hadn't been affected by this negative effect, Zhang Yuanhang felt relieved knowing that Xi and the others would recover in five minutes. He watched as the Great Elder dared to threaten Xi and the others by using him as a hostage.

The leader of the Yellow Sand Hall, named Qiu Ming, was a rough-hewn man with an impulsive personality. Having never seen much of the world, this journey to the main headquarters was his first time traveling far from home, let alone going to a prestigious sect like the Shaolin Temple, which was something he had never even dared to imagine.

But for Wu Wei, whose health regeneration exceeded two thousand per second, it was hardly a problem. Wu Wei allocated four of his newly acquired seven attribute points to Strength and the remaining three to Stamina, meeting the requirements for his equipment and weapons.

The arrow just now had not missed; rather, his various defensive measures had offset most of its force, and combined with the toughness of his physical body, he had withstood the shot without drawing blood.