Chapter 62 The Future Will Definitely Get Better and Better

The master and disciple simultaneously wiped away nonexistent cold sweat, never imagining that after arguing back and forth for ages, the actual subject of discussion hadn't even figured out the situation yet.
The fools turned out to be themselves.

In the end, Zhao Song took a step back, reluctantly agreeing to give up one class a week for Wu Liang.
After all, their areas of expertise differed, and collaborative teaching was indeed the best approach for the little cub.
And Gu Li clearly accepted this teaching method quite well, as the two renowned masters...

Night of Slaughter! The name sounded so familiar, as if heard somewhere before! What on earth were those fragmented scenes flashing in her mind?

"Oh, you're annoying, I want to sleep." Mo Li tossed and turned, kicking her legs on the bed, allowing Chu Xi to smoothly pull off her pants, crawl under the covers, and fall fast asleep.

"A pleasure to meet you." Lan Xiangting extended his hand to shake his, not at all surprised that Sato knew his name.

"In that case, I'll just wait at home for your good news." With that, I stood up. If I didn't leave now, who knew what traps the chairman and the others were digging for me to jump into! To avoid being plotted against by them, I decided to make my exit first.

She looked at Hua Jiaoniang, whose eyes held deep hatred and whose fingers were tightly clenched. Her feelings for the Black Hawk had never changed over the years, only growing stronger. Although the Black Hawk was currently unconscious because he saved her, tracing it back to the root cause, everything was ultimately brought about by Zhao Wanwan.

Doudou packed everything up and followed Ling Jiayi down to the lecture hall on the lower level. Today it was their turn to do evaluations, a job Doudou loved most because she could find fault along the way—finding fault was her absolute favorite pastime.

Hearing this, the others also felt it made sense and began to discuss animatedly. Wei Mushan's face turned pale; he was certainly not going to agree to let this meat right at his lips fly away.

Whether Xia Huanfeng was truly embroiled in this matter remained unknown. Even if he was linked to it through the struggles of officialdom, as a businessman, he was likely driven by circumstances beyond his control.

Mo Linghuan gave a slight shake of her head and slowly lowered her gaze, fearing she might fail to hold back her tears and break down in loud sobs. "I don't know you people..." Mo Linghuan murmured, clenching her fists as she forced out the heartbreaking words. Her body trembled slightly, her voice chillingly desolate.

Everything seems to be proceeding according to the steps of history. May Your Majesty make a prompt decision, lest a delay brings unforeseen changes. Drafted personally by Peng De.

Liu Ziyue tapped her fingers lightly on the table, brows furrowed in deep thought. After a long moment, she gracefully waved her sleeve, raised her head, and smiled faintly. "Miao Yun is exceptionally skilled at concealing true intentions. Since we cannot figure it out for now, we can only deal with whatever comes our way—meeting every move as it arises, letting water be blocked by earth and soldiers by generals." She had a premonition that she was growing very close to the truth.

Having succeeded with a single strike, the ghost-masked man in black repeated the tactic, instantly tangling with several agile zombies. He clearly held the upper hand; under his ghostly, phantom-like movements, the agile zombies, renowned for their speed and swiftness, completely lost their velocity advantage.

"The Third Elder makes sense," chimed in the Sixth Elder, who had been sitting quietly at the very end.

"They brought up the marriage with you again." Duanmu Dezhen looked at her son, who was taller than her, knowing he had just come from the main courtyard.

Yet at this moment, the Fierce King looked at Lin Yun with eyes full of respect, even fanaticism. This made Lin Yun very curious about what the woodpecker had told him. It seemed it wasn't just a matter of revealing his identity.

"Roar!" The spirit tiger let out an excited hiss, clearly fond of coming out of the stone ring to "stretch its legs," though the cost of summoning the spirit tiger was immense. Currently, the source energy within my body was only enough to support thirty seconds.

With a turn, he came face-to-face with Yun Yuyuan, who was suffering from qi deviation. At the same time, the Demon God noticed that the demonic aura surrounding Yun Yuyuan was growing increasingly dense, thick enough to look as though it were covered in a layer of armor.

Xu Zhihu gazed at the moonlight, unable to help wondering whether the scar on his forehead would heal by the time his brother-in-law got married. If it didn't heal, everyone would inevitably find out how he got the injury in the first place.