Chapter 50: Share Meals Together? Screw That
Jiang Zhankui approached the carriage, and Lu Man gave him a few more instructions before watching as he disappeared into the crowd carrying the basket, entering the examination hall.
The next day, when inquiring about Ginkgo’s progress, Ginkgo directly named Li Nian. She openly declared that Li was a good girl, whom Director Li highly praised.
Pinching the thick letter he wrote to the He family, he glanced at the envelope, upon which were inscribed several elegant, graceful characters—“To Mingzhu, personally.”
Li Lingling could hardly believe it. The video had been stolen from Lou Xi and remained untouched; she herself had never seen it before.
If it weren’t for Lizi’s own words, Ginkgo would never have guessed that the lively, outgoing girl before him was the “corrupting agent” for the store.
But no matter what she thought inside, she still put on a flattering front—after all, her two children had no connection whatsoever to the Tian family.
Yet, despite their utmost effort, they couldn’t climb up, growing extremely anxious and forced to turn back and seek help. Seeing these people just smile without offering any assistance, the wet nurse had disappeared somewhere unknown. Their mother, however, merely smiled sweetly at them. They knew that expression well—it meant they were to fend for themselves, with no help forthcoming.
Guo Hui’s strength had already been formidable just now, but in the presence of these Mi country elites, it was still insufficient! Were it not for Mr. Ye’s existence, they would have all turned to ash long ago.
Feeling the hunger in his belly, Lu Man’s mouth no longer tasted bitter; he quickly finished the vegetable porridge and ate half a bowl of noodles.
His own curiosity had gotten the better of him. Upon arriving at the Marquis of Ruyang’s mansion, he wondered what more absurd antics Master Gu could stir up, leaving him both amused and exasperated.
Firstly, during the heir’s growth period, the family’s magic was at its weakest point, barely half of its usual power.
Wang Hui flew and stopped a thousand meters away from the warship zone. With a flick of his mind, a warship instantly appeared in the sky.
The Thunder Sect was not famous in the Great Xia Dynasty. Yet, as a sect from foreign lands, even without renown, its weight in the Great Xia was considerable.
“Get lost! Where do you think you’re headed?” Chen Cao ignored the awkward topic, looking at the luggage in the back seat of the SUV with confusion.
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At the same time, Chi Xi, who had been silent, suddenly seemed to recall something and stood motionless.
“Hey, buddy, don’t put it like that! Haven’t I always been here, providing you with the most reliable intelligence and resources?” The Nine-Faced Smiling Fox reached into his chest.
“That guy’s a bit too enthusiastic!” Bao Li had clearly awakened from his slumber.
Back in the cell, some lay down while others sat. Number Five, Hu Qing, paced with his hands behind his back like a fighting cock patrolling his territory.
A fireball slowly emerged from his hand. He was preparing to test once more whether he could easily extinguish a warrior’s life.
He was angry, serious, and at that moment, it seemed this cat servant had resolved to fight with all his might.
Everyone in the Chinese world clearly felt as though an immense force was compressing the entire world.
Before entering the sect, candidates had already been screened once, so it was unlikely that anyone of poor aptitude had been admitted.
Fortunately, Bai Ling and Bai Yu shared blood ties and similar auras. After six months of adjustment, Bai Ling was barely able to integrate, subtly allowing the power of wind control to influence Bai Yu’s soul, thereby unconsciously passing down this power.
Zhang Lin swung his blade fiercely, striking the giant python’s head with a sharp clang of metal against metal, echoing crisply through the night.
Ake nervously ran over to ask about Meng Xin, who was in severe pain but still returned him a reassuring smile.
Just as the bandits’ eyes blazed wildly, screaming as they prepared to seize their prey, a flurry of azure-green bamboo staffs suddenly rained down.
Yun Jiao’s joy could not be concealed; she did not try to hide it, lifting her sparkling eyes to look at him.
Even at his peak, facing the blood-soul demon spider at the pinnacle of the third tier was extremely difficult. The priority was to break through the encirclement of the ghostly faces and escape with Tian Xin.
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Lin Zian’s expression changed instantly. After much effort to persuade her recently, now she was going along again.
At this moment, he looked especially disheveled, covering one eye with a silk cloth, covered in bloodstains, hair messy, face haggard, as if he had endured a fierce battle. Zhao Kuo nearly failed to recognize him.
His expression was calm, eyes deep and unfathomable. Wu Yun could not discern what he was truly plotting.
The moss-covered stone steps seemed untouched for ages; the higher one climbed, the more wild grass sprouted from the cracks, and the branches on either side grew thicker and more luxuriant.
The wild dog’s words echoed the other team members’ feelings; their expressions showed a sense of returning home.
By then, he had long since dismissed the old iron’s shout from his mind.
Arriving at a cell door, the elder tore off the cloth sack from Jiang Yin’s head. Expecting a horribly battered face, he was stunned instead. Not a single scar marred the face; it was flushed with health, lacking the pallor of severe injury.
Unfortunately, that fleeting moment of respite was still not enough to catch up. Just as I charged forward, ready to give chase without relent—
“You carry one too, but this puppet is linked to the severed-vein iron spider behind you. If you dare pull it off, I guarantee the spider will burrow into your flesh and crush your heart,” He Gandang placed a wooden puppet behind Leiming.
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