35 Jinjiang Literature City 35

As Taoist Shenxu finished speaking, Nie Wuming and Ling Miao were both stunned—how could he have known?

For the final segment of the dance battle, Han Xianjun unleashed one of the most common moves in street dance, and perhaps the most definitive for deciding a winner: the headspin.

Si Yehans cold attitude dealt a heavy blow to Ye Wanjia, leaving her dejected and slumped in her seat.

Watching Huo Yunting’s bloodshot eyes, tightly pressed lips, and rigid posture, the Army Commander—a soldier his entire life—knew exactly what he was feeling. He had been through the same thing years ago, when his own child was three years old and he hadn't yet laid eyes on them.

"Sister! Let's meet again if fate allows!" The sleazy Taoist vanished in a flash, slipping away before anyone could react.

They had not expected Simba to be gone so long. Min Nuan intended to go look for him, but Bambi stopped her. Thus, they waited until the sun set and night fell, and the dance party had already begun, before Simba finally returned.

So, when Elder Hou came to apologize for his grandson’s lack of decorum, and Huo Chang’an was grumbling and offering no kind words, Huo Yunting’s call finally came through to the house.

Unlike the Beijing Film Festival and the Tianhai Film Festival, which leaned toward the prestigious and high-end, the Beichuan Film Festival was merely a B-list event.

Hearing this, Long Fei pondered for a moment, then realized the truth. No longer troubled by the matter, he nodded magnanimously and followed Shopkeeper Wang to the second floor.

As soon as the spider gu crawled out of the window, I rolled off the bed, threw on some clothes, and dashed out after it.

"What did you sense?" Lan Ke asked him out of curiosity, though she already had a guess in her mind.

Although Xiluo’s health had dropped to one-third, she did not panic.

Zhang Mu was unsure if his illusions would be effective against these extraterrestrial beings from other dimensions.

Feng Xingying could not fathom how, at a moment concerning life and death, Qin Molin still had the heart to play games.

By the light of a night-luminescent pearl, Shen Ning saw racks placed before and behind her, filled with weapons of all shapes—some rusted and mottled, some ancient and primitive, some gleaming with a chilling light, and others entirely unremarkable.

"This young mistress says my herbs are good, but I wonder, in what way?" Zhang Dingcheng did not quite believe Xia Baihe; he suspected she was merely offering empty flattery. If that were truly the case, he would not dare to be optimistic about You Shaojun’s pharmacy.

She did not do this entirely out of kindness. Since she had decided to take these people in, she could not allow them to remain useless and become a burden.

Combat boots could not be mastered in a single day, but with a month-long training camp, the freshmen had plenty of time to adapt.

Qin Yu’s gaze turned cold. If the other party was truly harboring malicious intent, he would not mind letting Shi Huaiyu lose face once again.

The occupied planets had all been turned into breeding grounds for human-consuming beasts! Yet, surprisingly, a significant number of humans still lived on each of those worlds.

Captain Hibiki established contact with the two cruisers and announced that the Super GUTS team would handle the monster from here on out.

Cui Yuzhen remarked, "If there were poison on the blade, why would you only feel pain?" If the blade were poisoned, one would not feel pain, but only numbness.

An Hao picked up the manuscript and revised it again. She replaced the jargon and stiff financial terminology. Who decreed that financial reporting had to be rigid and formulaic? Making it accessible and easy to understand wasn't about "dumbing it down," but about clarity. I cannot control others' styles, but for my time slot, I will ensure the audience loves it.

Long Jiaqi wanted to say more, but with a flick of Baili Fenlan’s finger, she dissolved into clouds of dust and ash, vanishing into nothingness.

Guan Xiaojun shook his head and scanned his dormitory. The first thing he saw was an old elm tree, followed by the plastic sign jutting out from the dormitory entrance.

By the time he returned home, it was past ten o'clock. Guan Yunshan had intended to have a word with Guan Xiaojun, but seeing the time and how exhausted the three of them were, he decided against it.

A flash of steel swept all the hidden weapons into the light of the blade, and he surged forward until he was right beside the old nun, Liaoyin.

Lin Di had no intention of gambling; he was just playing around. But thinking about it, if these people couldn't get the equipment, they might vent their anger on the other members of the Hegemon guild, which would make leveling up much more difficult for them later.

In her past life, Helan Yao had frequently traveled to various places to carry out missions; forging identities was her specialty.

Liu Jian furrowed his brows, worry etched onto his face. He struggled to suppress the burning anxiety and the knife-like pain in his heart, carefully contemplating how to break into the Jing Prince’s mansion to rescue Mao Leyan and Liu Xian.

But seeing Jian Jianan wandering the campus so leisurely, and thinking of Wen Lingling suffering in prison, she could not hold back and charged at her.

After that battle, there was no news of the Black Dragon for several hundred years. It was only after a gang called the Black Dragon Society gradually grew in power that people realized the Green Dragon’s legacy had not been severed, but had instead begun to evolve through a cold, heartless, and ruthless blood curse of sorcery.

Chen Lin, who had been waiting in a corner of the Qifeng Palace for orders, responded immediately and began to dip his brush into ink, drafting the transfer order.

Huang Yi was just about to flare up. He was in the middle of discussing matters with Yuan Yao and had already issued orders, yet someone dared to interrupt them now; naturally, his mood was quite foul.