Chapter 38: Signing the Transfer Agreement

The car turned into a suburban resort area, where vacation villas were clustered together. Many people frequented the place to relax, and quite a few celebrities had purchased property there.

Two minutes later, the car pulled up in front of a detached villa. Ning Lu hurriedly pushed open the door and stepped out.

Yi Wei followed behind her at a leisurely pace. Watching Ning Lu’s frantic state, a touch of smugness rose in her heart.

No matter how fast she walked, she would still need Yi Wei in the end.

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As their internal energies clashed head-on like needle against wheat, the force was not only completely neutralized by the opponent, but the adversary’s own internal energy even surged back to invade her palms.

Zong Zhao tried to justify himself, “I just wanted to try taking a nap with you today.” She especially loved taking afternoon naps.

Shen Tan didn’t care that a sword was held against his neck; he kicked the man hard in the back again.

Xu Wan closed her eyes and thought, if this idiot really didn’t know how to kiss, then she would just have to teach him herself... After all, it wasn’t his fault that Zong Zhao wasn’t home when the matchmaker was explaining these things.

Few soldiers at the end of the dynasty had families; they were heavily discriminated against. Within the Great Wall, things were relatively stable, and even a tenant farmer was more sought after in the marriage market than a garrison soldier.

The furniture in the room had been overturned and scattered everywhere. Splatters of blood remained on the walls, and mixed into the bright red were clearly visible chunks of flesh, upon which white eggs—the larvae of maggots—had sprouted, emitting a foul, putrid stench.

This troop of garrison soldiers was a microcosm of the Ming army outside the pass: they could neither win a field battle nor escape, leaving them with no choice but to surrender. Defending a city might delay their deaths, but once the food ran out and they were reduced to eating horses and people, they were as good as dead.

He had to escape this terrifying place. As long as he could crawl out before Quan Heng returned, he still had a chance at survival.

The group squeezed into the vehicle, and with a roar, the car illuminated the mountain road and sped toward the valley.

A class’s moral education score was critical, as it determined the weekly "Floating Red Flag" award. This flag was tied to end-of-semester honors and awards, and naturally, it was also linked to the head teacher’s performance evaluation.

To Lin Chu’s surprise, someone was already waiting for them in the room. From behind, he could only see the upper half of their body, and even that was only partially visible.

After a long while, Ji Meina noticed that Yu Linglong’s fingers finally seemed to be fine, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Dongfang Yunyang, along with his wife Xishan Hongye and the wolf-masked imperial guard, served as the uncle’s personal bodyguards. Throughout the inspection of the main army, they were almost always by his side.

When Dongfang Yunyang greeted her, she actually took a few moments to study him. From his demeanor, it wasn’t hard for her to tell that he was acting somewhat strangely.

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of the other party hanging up the phone came through on Dou Wei’s end.

A single sentence reminded the Emperor: truly, he was like one meeting a fire dragon while feeling powerless, finding a savior in a desperate moment, encountering sweet dew after a long drought, or finding a brave vanguard when lacking a general. Having already had a few rounds of wine, the Emperor didn’t care much about the details. He hurriedly took out the "Dragon-Tiger Pill," pinched off a tiny bit, and swallowed it with some water.

The young man ignored the alchemist’s slightly odd expression and continued where he had left off.

Huan had originally intended to suppress the phantom slashing effect of the Flowing Fire and purge that scorching power from his body. However, Dongfang Yunyang’s kick caused his concentrated chakra to scatter, and as a result, the phantom slashing effect surged into his body with even greater ferocity.

After some contact and understanding, Shen Yang keenly realized that it was a fantastic game with a very promising future.

The two fellow disciples helped Jingkong up from the stage. Clutching his abdomen, he still felt intense pain as they led him back to his seat.

Fine, let him watch if he wanted to. As long as she didn’t let her thoughts drift in that direction, it didn’t really matter.

“Zi Shan, why is your heartbeat accelerating?” Yang Ningzhu lifted her head from Ye Zishan’s chest.