Chapter 38: The Domineering Kindergarten Teacher
"Who exactly are you people? How dare you come to the kindergarten, thinking you can do as you please here?" Hong Xiuyu rolled up her sleeves, clenched her fists, and looked ready for a fight.
"Oh?" A cold voice rang out. In the crowd, an unremarkable man pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
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The morning glow cast a rainbow of colors at the edge of the city—a beautiful sight that only those living on the outskirts could witness.
Wang Sulan scooped a spoonful of snow from the refrigerator, then yanked off his quilt and dumped it down his collar without hesitation.
Han Kuang had already known of this calamity two months ago when Liu Zongzhou came to discuss countermeasures with him. If it is fate, it cannot be avoided; if it is misfortune, it cannot be evaded. With this in mind, he was about to get up and reply.
But just as her words faded, an oppressive aura swept in from afar, like an enraged lion awakening from slumber, locking onto the prey that had disturbed it.
Jing Qiongshuang cursed under her breath, preparing to assist, but those walking corpses were not to be underestimated. They kept her pinned down, preventing her escape. With no new ammunition and surrounded on all sides, the situation was dire.
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How odd. He’d seen Zhen’er wear those same earrings before—why hadn’t he thought they looked so beautiful then?
Thinking that it wouldn’t be long before they got their hands on Xingyuan Corporation, the old man Nangong could barely contain his excitement.
Su Yuan sensed something was off, but Nangong Xin obviously had no intention of explaining. Even if he asked, he probably wouldn’t get an answer.
Even Zhang Shihao, who had come ready to launch into his planned tirade today, forgot his lines, standing there dumbfounded at the scene.
"Enough!" Chang Yong released the man and went straight to Ruan Mingyu’s office. There, the young master sat leisurely sipping his tea, utterly at ease.
Both were her children; she cherished them equally. For their sake, she could only endure for now.
After clarifying the situation, Luo Bingzhang, out of regard for Zeng Guofan, neither reproached Zeng Guobao nor informed Zeng Guofan. He simply ordered, as per Zou Shouzhang’s request, that Zeng Guobao and Zou Shouzhang swap posts again.
On the outskirts of the three mountains, more than a hundred formidable cultivators had already gathered. Most had reached the peak of the Saint Transformation Realm, with over half advancing to the Semi-Assimilation Realm.
Nie Wanluo curled her lips. Though she didn’t quite understand the meaning of those three words, it was clear they were an insult. Venting her anger made her feel much better, and she went back to watching television.
Her classmates gazed at her and him with surprise and envy. She ignored him, thinking he was just some lunatic from the asylum, but he pulled her into his arms and kissed her with reckless abandon.
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"It's definitely accurate. My informant has never failed to deliver," Lin Hai answered softly from the side.
"Who?" The voice trembled. Jia Kun had never imagined that even the spiritual medicine peak, hidden from the world, could be plagued by such chaos—and from the sound of it, things were very serious.
Three days later, Cen Kexin’s fever finally broke, but there was still no sign of improvement.
The one called Biaozi glanced at a photo, slapped Mingzi on the shoulder, and was the first to dart out from behind the shrubbery.
"Heh, I had no idea Mr. Qin was in the luxury hotel business, or I would never have dared to show off by inviting you to dinner." Nie Wanluo recalled what she’d found on Baidu: Huantian Global was Qin Zheng’s company.
Given the circumstances, even if Li Yunmu deployed all the Shadow Alliance forces, he feared he wouldn't stand a chance of winning this battle.
Although Bu Qianhuai didn’t have a horse, that didn’t mean the Gale Sword Sect wouldn’t provide him one. After all, to the sect, recruiting a top-ranked expert was far more valuable than a single horse.
"I’m sorry, Yaochu… I broke one of the strings on your zither." Xu Liyin looked at the paulownia wood instrument on the table, then glanced apologetically at Bai Yaochu.