Chapter 55: Any Good Ideas?

Sorry, I accidentally posted due to excitement. I’m currently waiting for the editors to delete it. My dears, see how worked up I was? I wrote so much because I just wanted you all to read more. But in the end, I made a mistake. Please forgive me.

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I understand now—he must want to get closer to her first, then, little by little, draw out all her secrets without her even realizing what she’s said, smiling innocently all the while.

At first glance, it seemed Chen Fan was at a disadvantage, because Lin Yunfeng currently held fifty million in chips.

Black Mist, an ice-type skill, is a move that can reset all the abilities of the spirits on the field back to their original state.

Especially now, with the Liu and Ma families the talk of the town in Tianhai—everyone knows the Liu family has fallen, their fortune gone, and that Ma Chengming, the head of the Ma family, has lost his mind.

As Tong Jiaqi slowly disappeared from sight, Chen Fan’s mind kept replaying her sinister laughter, making him deeply uneasy—a sense of foreboding slowly rising within him.

If it were any ordinary restaurant, even knowing he was temporarily out of spirit stones, they wouldn’t have mocked him like this.

Now is certainly not the time to kill Lü Bu; otherwise, if Dong Zhuo can’t even win a single duel, how could he continue to wreak havoc in the court?

“You! White-robed demon! I’ll remember you for the rest of my life!” Xu Lei stepped forward, and Lin Xiao immediately retreated a step.

“What heavy yin energy—this really is a ghost,” Lin Ji swallowed hard, his heart filled with terror.

Not far away, on an open stretch of ground, the Screw Mole was practicing its high-speed spinning move, working hard to master it.

Xi Longhai felt a chill run down his spine at this point—what if Ruonan ends up the final victor?

After dinner, Qingbao repeatedly reminded Fang Qingyue to tell Wanyan tonight that she wouldn’t be attending class. Only after Fang Qingyue promised did they part ways.

After finishing, he added meaningfully, “Of course, everyone wants to befriend wealthy friends, but just knowing them means nothing. If your backgrounds are different, you can’t really connect; making acquaintances without forming true bonds is pointless for Xu Tian now.”

Qian Mei left the room, thinking of how she’d been insulted by students and couldn’t retaliate. If the classical studies teacher is replaced, she’ll become a laughingstock, scorned by everyone. She clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh.

The drums sounded, and Bai Qi and Zheng Kejin each led a ten-thousand-strong unit to intercept the nearest Xiongnu cavalry.

Hearing this, I looked at the two men and the elephant, all frozen in place. I asked Han Yi what was really going on.

Most bizarre of all, that violet-shadowed longsword, which seemed quite loyal to its master, showed no sign of protection in the face of two rounds of attacks. When the defensive barrier shattered, it even flew off to the side.

Zhao Zi’an wasn’t so foolish as to think that forming ranks here wasn’t suicidal, but he had no other options. Wei Changfeng understood this too. What advice could he give? Urge the army to retreat quickly, ignoring the civilians? He watched the soldiers hurriedly form up, a look of tragic resolve on every face.

“Brother, stop teasing me. Honestly, I was nervous about agreeing to that fight! Now it’s over, and I haven’t even thought about what comes next!” he replied modestly, his tone tinged with inquiry. Xu Tian chuckled in response.

Hearing this, Jiang Yi said nothing more and turned to slowly walk down the mountain. In the distance, Xiangxuehai was already waiting for him. She wanted to go up and call out to Jiang Yi, but, seeing his current mood, decided instead to watch from afar.