Chapter 59: I Dare Not Risk Going to Prison

Strongly urged by Leng Yan and Song Zhinian, the naive Gu Lili resolutely rejected the kindergarten director's suggestion to visit other grades, nor did she want to go to any primary school.
Primary school—studying on a small scale—sounded entirely unappealing to her. It certainly wouldn't be as fun as the senior class her two little underlings had described.
Finally, amidst a chorus of cheers from the children in the senior class, they successfully welcomed the youngest classmate in history.
What the private tutor had been worried about...
Wu Aiguo calmly and closely observed Bai Baoshan, failing to detect any clues from his face, which left him feeling somewhat disappointed.
"Did I really injure myself from that fall? I actually heard Youyue's cry," Shui Moche muttered, rubbing his temples, assuming he was hallucinating.
The token had been hidden by the other party in the secret compartment beneath the saddle, so how had Qingbai and the others managed to pierce through their disguise?
In an instant, these people began counting the money, some using currency counters, others pointing with their fingers, presenting a bustling scene.
Rexar led Yamyam and Misha westward toward Durotar, where a bridge connected to the Barrens, leading straight to the Northern Barrens.
At this moment, he was sitting on a hospital chair, staring blankly at the door of the ward, lost in thought.
Su Yinan was one, and Boss Xiang was another. In Shui Moche's eyes, this was no request; rather, it was a disguised form of pressure exerted upon him.
Manager Zhao swallowed hard, glanced up at Gu Chen, and then lowered his gaze back to the contract.
Even if one had grown tired of looking at it, the instant the flavor hit the tongue, its deliciousness was undeniable.
Gu Chen took the phone and began to watch. The title of the video was—Kung Fu Master Appears, Experts Dwell Among the Common Folk.
Vice President Wei turned and left after saying those words. Once he was gone, I returned to my seat, began organizing my things, and tried to slowly sort through my currently chaotic thoughts.
Not long after, the old man in black robes arrived in a howling gust. Li Qingfeng remained motionless, his spiritual sense withdrawing deep into his mind, not daring to release even a single trace outward.
For him to fall in love with me was simply a process of self-destruction. Like a boulder perched precariously at the peak of a mountain, at the slightest hint of wind or movement, the moment he exerted force to roll downward, he would uncontrollably accompany me tumbling into an unpredictable abyss.
Just as Xu Sanliang made his glorious return to Tiancheng Group, Guo Minghui's family had already finished lunch.
Just like this time upon her return, she had already heard plenty of cold remarks. Some said that failing to die a loyal martyr for her country and instead clinging to life was a disgrace; others claimed she had actually surrendered to Wu Sanxian at the time, which was how she managed to survive. Now that the Wu family's influence was waning, she had conveniently transformed into a hero who resisted the Rebellion of the Three Feudatories.
Ever since Su Ming's inner-demon avatar had entered the Underworld of the nether realm, it had remained in a deep slumber, waiting for recovery. During the battle with Xue Bunran, the inner-demon avatar had already touched the threshold of the Primordial Spirit realm. This slumber was intended to accumulate strength for a single breakthrough into the Primordial Spirit realm.
Sun Yanling also felt that if things continued this way, he would lose control of himself. He loosened his grip and pulled Sizhen into his embrace.
The elder of the Luo family shook his head with a sigh, just about to offer an explanation, when his expression suddenly shifted, and he looked toward the horizon.
Emerging from the cafe, Huang Simin's words still lingered in my mind like a spell. What I had lost was long gone, yet I still felt a profound sense of emptiness and loss, clueless about what else I was destined to forfeit.
Wang Yangyu enthusiastically began telling Zhao Tongtong how Dugu Qiubai came to be fiercely loyal to Zhao Hongdu. This dramatic plot twist left Zhao Tongtong dumbfounded. One was the embodiment of justice, while the other was a supreme fiend of the world of desire, yet the two had somehow become sworn brothers—it simply made no sense.
In my panic and bewilderment, my gaze drifted to the bedside table, where something resembling a card lay. Its color contrasted sharply with the white of the nightstand. Though I couldn't see it clearly, I still groped around and picked up the card.