Chapter 31: Fainting with Laughter

"How much is it? I will have the accounts department refund you," Ye Xingbang said. He and Zhou Heng felt an immediate rapport, so he could certainly make this decision.

As one of the largest financial conglomerates in Europe, the Bole Consortium was guarded by a Tier 4 protector-level powerhouse. Furthermore, the consortium also had Tier 3 experts protecting it. If they truly decided to take action, there were countless ways they could make a Tier 2 hunter vanish without a trace.

Jin Liu and Shi Ling’s eyes widened suddenly. Their gazes toward Yun Xuan changed completely. Had they been sitting next to a peerless genius of the Ice Empire’s alchemy world—the kind that appears only once in decades—without even realizing it?

Whether this item was useful or not, it would essentially be sealed away in either of their hands. It would be slightly better with Zhang Qiang, as the Heaven Management Bureau might find a use for it eventually due to their technical reserves. For Yue Hai, obtaining this thing was entirely pointless and might even end up causing trouble.

"There’s an ambush even after landing on the shore? The academy is too treacherous!" Yun Xuan’s face darkened, and he turned to run.

"True, but come to think of it, this forest lizard is huge. Usually, those lizards are at most three or four meters long, but this guy is over a hundred meters."

Zhou Heng smiled and replied with a remark that he was just like everyone else, skillfully defusing the awkwardness of Zhou Zheng’s question. He had come solely to see Song Yunqing, and he was not the only one; everyone present was there for the same reason. By putting it this way, Zhou Heng’s presence there seemed neither deliberate nor unusual.

The scattered flames were absorbed by his body. Faintly, subtle red patterns seemed to appear on the giant's chest.

I quite like this traditional architectural style. After a brief observation, I could tell that the feng shui design of this residence was excellent; it must have been specifically guided by a renowned master of feng shui back in the day.

For these students, their experiences over the past dozen days were worthy of an "A+" rating. Although this would not be the deciding factor for their university admissions, it would give them a slight edge when facing similarly matched competitors.

Verlie lay on her side, watching her sister, who was also lying on her side, clutching the corner of the bedsheet tightly.

He Ran had just followed Wei Hai to the central office area when he heard someone roaring at Wei Hai.

"Endless," Chu Feng said with a gloomy expression. He hadn't expected there to be another powerhouse lurking in the dark. He scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, but a strange sensation in this place severed his perception.

Du Ze called out hurriedly, and Sun Rulan turned her head impatiently, only to catch sight of Jiang Yingxue at a glance.

He Ran looked proud, his aura fully unleashed, and the people around him dared not even look in his direction.

She would never admit that this was just raw material for making glassware; there was no difference between the shards and the whole pieces—once melted, they were all just a pool of liquid.

But after arriving, they were stunned to find that most of the natural materials here had already been harvested, amounting to more than what their group of forty had gathered.

Chu Feng dodged hurriedly to the side. The ice bird contained immense frigid power, and its sharp beak possessed terrifying piercing strength.

On his way back, He Ran called Jiang Yingxue, who was clearly still nursing her anger.

"There you have it..." Shi Mochen smiled at Qingqing, who looked worried, and continued to shell sunflower seeds.

"Xiao Jing is the Vice President, not just for show. He’s young, it’s fine for him to do a bit more work," Gu Beichen said, pressing the elevator button.

Jue Tian let out a long howl toward the sky. He had already given up on forcing the golden dagger out of his body, clearly resigning himself to death.

The Eastern Emperor Bell was struck by a staff from Pojun, shaking violently, but it was not knocked away. Instead, an invisible aura of time surged from within, freezing Pojun in place.

The middle-aged cultivator had already begun to retreat in his heart, but because Young Master Yun had not spoken, he dared not move.

The most important thing was that after she was discharged from the hospital that time, he had tested Jian Mo’s blood, and all indicators were normal.

Upon hearing this, Pang Tong went to the scene with the others. Melodious zither music could be heard. On the city wall, sandalwood incense drifted about, and two attendants were fanning Zhuge Liang with light cattail leaf fans as he played the zither on a wooden platform.

"It should be him. Make sure to call him back when you return," Kalans and Parr had never met Mueller, but hearing Fang Yan say this, they knew it must be him.

Who would have thought that upon reaching the edge of the forbidden area, Nur, Ye Li, and the waiting Uyghur tribesmen would all be lying in pools of blood? They were all at death's door, especially Nur, whose entire body was covered in insects. When the old man arrived, the insects were still frantically gnawing at Nur’s flesh.

It was either that He Hong wanted to give him a show of force, or He Hong’s son, He Yuesheng, had fallen into someone else’s trap.

"This child is quite good. What was his name again?" Constantine asked, looking at Clarence.

The Goddess of Yaochi, seeing her sister’s respectful invitation, came to her senses and looked at Jin Yi with longing eyes; the implication was self-evident.

Consequently, he played along, acquired a sniper rifle, and hid at the other end, preparing to secretly assist the two men.

"Who doesn't want to live and dares to hurt my son!" the Poison King shouted, barging into the room despite Qingfeng’s attempts to stop him.

There, a youth was climbing the cliff with great difficulty, his fingers gripping the stones tightly, his brows furrowed, and his lips pressed into a thin line, clearly struggling immensely.

Once he grabbed the person, he didn't hesitate, rolling over and pulling the other person out with him.

Long Yaxin looked at them with surprise, their appearances drastically different, and then looked at Zihan in confusion, wondering why Murong Zihan was so different from the rumors. She was just as unsightly.

After Xin'er finished drawing the water, Zihan coaxed her outside, telling her and everyone else not to come in; Zihan did not want so many eyes watching her bathe.

"It was wrong of me to pry, but what you did was truly foul! Handsome, couldn't you make your inner beauty match your outer beauty?" Zihan rolled her eyes at him, elegantly picked up the porcelain cup, took a small sip of tea, and squinted at Chu Yunfei’s reaction.