Chapter 57: Feng Chen: I am a boy!

"Let's go inside."

With that, Feng Yun took the lead and stepped into the spatial passage.

Sheng Yue, however, still wore a dazed expression, staring blankly at the spatial passage.

The dignified head of the Assassin Temple actually looked utterly foolish!

Bai Yue was naturally a hot-tempered person and could no longer忍 it. With a swift kick, she struck Sheng Yue right on the backside.

"Move in when you're told to, stop dawdling!"

Shortly after, inside the spatial passage—

Zhou Yu had no time to look back at the situation; seizing the opportunity, he widened the distance between himself and the sabertooth dragon.

"Of course, but until they hatch, you'll all have to keep it strictly under wraps. You know how it is." The man flashed a leering grin as he looked around at the group. His merchandise wasn't just illicit; it was the kind of trouble that would invite catastrophic consequences the moment it was brought out into the open.

President Kim and his associates were likely afraid that the new president might actually uncover something, so the very moment the new president left South Korea, they rushed over to make contact with Lee Sung.

Fortunately, later on, with the help of my teachers, counselors, and classmates, I found my way back from being lost and managed to catch up, though I did fall behind on a few coursework items as a result.

However, a gourmet's professional ethics allowed him to temporarily suppress his cravings. He picked up his professional equipment as usual and began documenting the deliciousness of these braised chicken drumsticks.

"Actually, you didn't need to come. I could have just taken a taxi myself," Wang Xuan said, changing the subject.

Er Niuzi replied, fetching dry tree roots and splitting them open with an axe! There were several dried roots in the kitchen, along with a few dried tree trunks.

This remark almost made Wu Kexue vomit blood and drop dead on the spot. As the son of a Hanlin Academy compiler, he was actually being referred to as a "thing"—wasn't this simply courting death?

"Understood, understood." Guan Ling tossed her hair. Her goal was the championship, and she would definitely do everything in her power to win every single match.

Thus, Liu the Pockmarked became a loner, having never started a family throughout his years of military service! As for Zhang Ergo, he had no better prospects; upon returning to the village, he brought his elderly mother along with him to live in the city of Shenyang, and during festivals and holidays, Liu the Pockmarked would frequently visit the old woman.

That God of War Jige let out a furious roar, and two sharp swords actually extended from his arms, slashing directly toward Li Dalong.

Jian Xiongchi, too, did not pause for even a moment. After all, the Sword Ancestor's sword was the most important thing; getting his hands on it was what he desired above all else.

Ye Liuer was not afraid of him at all. With so many people around now, she was even less inclined to be intimidated, but just as she was about to speak, Yue Chu pulled her back.

Wang Xudong nodded, thinking that Jiang Wei made a lot of sense. He hadn't considered these issues beforehand, but Jiang Wei's ability to adapt flexibly in actual practice made Wang Xudong extremely satisfied.

Logically speaking, facing three such formidable adversaries, even a jounin present here would not dare guarantee an easy victory.

This giant cyan light sword seemed as though it would split the void apart, possessing peerless power and an unstoppable momentum.

Murong Jie's heart, which had just stirred with a trace of desolation, was suddenly stripped of all melancholy by her accusatory question.

Looking at the lonely ball of light, I naturally wanted to let it out to get some fresh air, but this fellow had a very playful nature, so I could only soothe its emotions on the surface and wait for the right moment to let it emerge. After all, I still hadn't figured out its identity; perhaps the light sphere itself was hiding some secrets from me.

Xia Zi'an believed that if this matter blew up, the Emperor would simply wait for her to make a scene, thereby confirming everything rumored among the common folk.

That soldier replied to them while looking exceptionally eager to hurry over and take a look, his mind clearly already having flown off to the drill grounds.

A familiar figure appeared before the fence gate: Jim White. He made a gesture to the guards stationed at the entrance, signaling them to open the gate.

Finally, this fellow was pacified. Time to go prepare the tea and biscuits first, then get the lunch ready and start bustling about. Another energetic and fulfilling day begins.