Chapter 27

Regardless of the reason, he was displeased that she had taken the initiative to seek out that man.

Seeing that the person who arrived was an acquaintance—her friend—Mu Yichen felt relieved. Yet, he secretly complained to himself: if she had just told him sooner, he wouldn't have had to wait here.

"Yihao!" As the words fell, her eyes, clear as spring water, rippled. Before turning away with lingering reluctance, she took one last look into the courtyard.

"Oh, alright, I've already changed. Let’s not discuss this anymore." Knowing she would react this way was exactly why Luo Xiangxiang had quietly changed rooms on her own.

Behind the photograph of the National Gallery in London, warm sunlight fell upon the paper, evoking a sense of nostalgia.

His hair still felt damp, and he carried the fresh, clean scent of a recent bath—it smelled wonderful.

However… although his reason told him it was impossible for Cheng Ziluo not to love Kang Yelan most, what was the meaning of this faint, secret joy and expectation?

Since he had already forgotten her in this lifetime and had rejected her previously, it would be better to forget her completely and never have any entanglements again.

Lin Haijie had approached him just at that moment. Coupled with the news that the kidnappers had killed the hostage, and the fact that Shi Qing was currently in the hospital, he had intended to visit her. But because of him, Murong Hai vaguely guessed that he must be involved in this affair.

Moreover, if that wolf had truly transformed into a giant beast after swallowing half of a divine herb, she would no longer find it strange.

However, hearing that Jun Yu had not slept well for several consecutive days—and naturally had no time to visit the inner palace—she thought he probably hadn't been able to eat either. Still, she didn't really want to see him, though she felt she should at least come up with a solution for him.

Of course, Nangong Ke was prepared for the potential price he might have to pay. Yet, after weighing the options, he firmly chose to act as he was doing now.

Blood spilled from the corner of Zhang Dong's mouth, his face deathly pale. His aged eyes held a look of disbelief as he finally recognized the spirit sword in Ye Bai's hand.

They understood that before Ye Bai, only by lowering their posture significantly could they hope to gain his complete forgiveness.

With fifteen days remaining until the National Martial Arts Competition for the Hundred Schools, Ye Feng was confident he could bring about a transformative change in them.

A thought stirred in Bai Ling’s mind, and she manifested a feather sword. Channeling all her cultivation and spiritual power, she launched a fatal strike at Nian Yun.

"What would you like to drink? My treat?" Ouyang Fei looked at Ye Feng and waved to summon a waiter.

The reason Ye Feng had called Ye Qing was that he had long since begun laying out his plans in Yanjing.

He turned around, and his loosened collar revealed several deep, reddish-purple marks. Nian Yun knew they were her doing and quickly averted her gaze.

Naturally, because his senses had been enhanced to an extraordinary degree, Ye Feng heard these words with perfect clarity.

He had notified Sikong Xuanyuan several days ago; if the man truly did not wish to come, there was nothing anyone could do about it.

An Bai silently hugged him back, holding him tightly as tears streamed down her face. She did not know how to say goodbye to him.

Zhao Yan bit her lip and took a sip of tea, yet, flustered, she had no heart for it. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt as if the enemies at court were surrounding her like ghosts; no matter how she tried to drive them away, she could not banish them from her sight.

At this moment, all living beings in the Immortal Realm looked up, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief as they gazed at the silhouette of the giant tree.

At the time, Li Ran and Chong Jin had both claimed it was to heal Su Jue’s internal injuries. Now that Su Jue’s wounds were mostly healed and he had mastered the Kaiyang lineage of Taihua, they would not have stayed until now if not for the Moon Spirit Grass.

The man’s fingers moved, and Su Jue, suppressing the excitement in his heart, hooked his fingers, bringing the body of Su Yelu before them.

Hu Zi and I hurriedly turned to look, only to see the secret door rotating open. Peering inside, we saw a pitch-black, seemingly deep corridor. Before I could even raise my flashlight to shine into it, the door rotated shut once more.

"Who exactly are you?" The Dream-Eating Succubus felt a sense of dread. The Diamond Barrier was a magical artifact from above the Nine Heavens—how could it appear here? And who was this young man?

Hearing Ji Haochen’s words, Shu Rui recalled the dark mages she had encountered previously—once in the snowy mountains and once in Myanmar. The one in Myanmar had been nothing more than a decoy for "The Exterminator." Did this incident involve his participation?

"Director Peng, I have a question for you. Is the Hu Group’s property going to be auctioned off in the near future?" Lin Hai did not mince words and went straight to the point.

Two guards grabbed Moju by the legs and dragged him away. No one pitied him; he deserved his fate.

But Wang Dashu felt that arguing might not be as effective as getting her to see things from a different perspective. So, he suggested that Zhang Guizhi try a role-reversal: what would she do if she were in Li Erlong's shoes?

Students sat in twos and threes in the corners, whispering, while waiters tidied up the messy room. In the center of the hall, the "Mountain of Money" remained striking; it was unclear if such a display was even legal.

Furthermore, the sight of Li Erlong playing the hero to save the beauty at the Jinju Hotel—running off with a beautiful young woman—had left a deep impression on Li Mei.

Seeing that everything was arranged, Li He bid farewell to Yuan Hua, telling everyone to have a good time but not to let anyone disturb him.

"Alright, this is the one." Qiao Mimi smiled, changed into the outfit, and twirled before the full-length mirror.

"Stop!" Tang Rui finally spoke up to intervene. She couldn't stand such things, so she stood up and walked a few steps to Sun Minghua’s side.

After paying the fees, I began searching for the classroom. It was labeled "511 Mathematics Class," which I later understood meant the 2011 cohort of the five-year mathematics program. I hadn't understood the numbering at first, but I figured it out eventually.