Chapter 35

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After school, Zhao Hui did not leave. She stood on the podium by the door, holding the door frame, and watched Li Zhenguo downstairs; he was waiting for Yue Dong to finish cleaning the designated area.

Shi Hui channeled her internal energy into Bai Lintang, while Ning Caichen helped feed him warm water. Only then did he slowly recover. Bai Lintang had not sustained any major injuries; he had simply been locked in a tomb and starved for too long, leaving his body weak and unlikely to recover in a short time. While he had certainly suffered psychological trauma, his life had been spared.

Although Shi Hui had tacitly allowed Yunji to enter the mortal world in order to track down the mastermind, now that she had released her, Shi Hui could not help but keep a close watch, lest this "beast" harm the innocent. Ever since Yunji entered the palace, Shi Hui had been monitoring the fox spirit’s every word and action.

With just a glance from Xu Beiguan, a bodyguard at the door yanked He Nanxi inside, while another immediately closed and bolted the door.

My old glasses broke, and the new ones were uncomfortable to wear. After two days of struggling, I was so irritable that I couldn't write a single word. In the end, I went to have the old ones repaired, and I felt much better.

"I am also very happy to be here." Zhou Zekai stroked the child's hair, his voice gentle. More often than not, he was quite fond of children.

In an instant, my heart felt as if it were being tightly constricted by something, and I was thrown into a state of panic and helplessness.

The octogenarian on his left was clearly a formidable opponent. His left shoulder was slumped, his right eye open while his left was shut. His black cloak was noticeably oversized, and his disheveled white hair hung down in strands like writhing white snakes. The wooden staff in his hand appeared unremarkable, yet it concealed a hint of deep red within its charcoal-black surface—something only those with extraordinary vision could discern.

"Ring-a-ling..." The school bell rang like an urgent cry for help. Hearing that bell, I can only describe my feelings in two words: overjoyed.

As for Zhou Zekai... he had naturally intended to refuse. He felt he could earn enough money just by writing manuscripts, but upon seeing Ruan Jingshu’s expression, he suddenly withdrew his refusal.

Before her lay a large, amorphous mass resembling a Dementor, bound tightly by a dense golden web of light, unable to move.

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In Dingworth in Cornwall, Upper Flagley in Yorkshire, and Ottery St. Catchpole on the south coast of England, there were wizarding families living in clusters, dwelling among tolerant—and occasionally Confundus-charmed—Muggles.

Over the years, the Lin family hadn't needed to prepare for these seasonal festivals themselves; what Lin Jing sent over was enough for their whole family to eat, saving them both money and effort. Now, hearing Lin Jing say she wouldn't be sending anything in the future, Su Guizhi and Huang Yan were immediately displeased.

Yin Zhonghai, the head of the "Four Great Corrupt States," was appointed Grand Chancellor by the Emperor after the seven key ministers resigned in disgrace and left a vacancy in the court, following the strong recommendation of Imperial Concubine Li Chan.

Therefore, even though there was no writing on the wall this time, everyone still naturally pinned the blame on Harry.

"Teacher Chang Sanshi’s performance has concluded. I believe the audience here and those watching at home have all been moved by it."

Gongsun Boyi raised his hand to point at a mountain peak, and Jiang Chang’an recognized it instantly: that was where the fire seed was located.

However, although the previous conversation hadn't been overheard, there was no guarantee it wouldn't happen next time.

"Furthermore, with this matter blowing up so big, it has essentially exposed the dark side of the entertainment industry. How do you expect us at Tianchao Star Pictures to survive in this circle from now on?" Jiang Zhicheng, who had just been acting with an air of superiority, now spoke with a mocking smile.

If he could drag this young master of the Zhen family down with him, he might be able to rely on the Zhen family's influence to save his own life.

A short while later, the Eight Holy Guardians—no, they should now be called the Eight Revelations—who had been scattered across the Revelation Holy Kingdom handling various affairs, gathered at the current political core of the kingdom: the Lion King’s Court.

Shaking his head, Feng Wuqing said nothing more. Instead, he gestured, and the only piece of land within his soul sea instantly appeared beneath the feet of the two, and they landed upon it.

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Moreover, there was one thing Qin Yibai had not mentioned: in his perception, the countless plants in this space were actually alive, possessed of vitality, and similar to human beings. That was why he had been so worried about any mishaps when the others picked a fruit.

However, Yan Feng did chat with President Lu occasionally. It was said that the girl had used her own methods to uncover some information, then, without a word, she caught a flight back to the United States the next day, took over her father’s business, and began trying to manage the massive Lu enterprise.

Excluding the working capital for the fried snack stall the next day, her savings had reached 60,000, and the 80,000 debt was reduced to the final 20,000 in the blink of an eye.

This medical clinic was extremely grand; the frontage alone spanned hundreds of meters, and the decor was antique and very refined.

Ye Ningshuang had always been bold and meticulous on the battlefield; otherwise, she would never have dared to lead eight hundred elite cavalry to charge into an enemy stronghold guarded by ten thousand troops.

Zhang Ruyun sneered at the sound, saying, "Then let's see if you old dog have the ability to do so!" Although his tone was calm, his heart was already stirred by the fierce battle between Qiu Mucan and the other man. His blood was pumping, and he was eager to engage the villain in a desperate fight.

Hearing this, Lu Yu couldn't help but wonder: his mother, Bai Yuyao, was a Grandmaster and could live for three hundred years, but how long could his father, a Martial Saint, live? At least a millennium, right?

The old man spoke while taking out his phone, holding it up with both hands, squinting as he held it far away to begin unlocking it.

A cold breeze drifted by, lifting her disheveled hair. In that moment, Ning Wu’s eyes were clear, and Si Tengfeng saw it clearly. The scars on her face were etched into his heart in an instant. He stumbled back a few steps, unable to believe what he was seeing, and unable to believe the scars on Ning Wu’s face.