Haishi No. 1 High School

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Lin Zhen and Wang Shi were equally unreserved. They sat in their chairs, sipping red wine, savoring the imminent victory. In their eyes, the Fox had never encountered a real challenge, and these people clearly would not cause trouble for the Fox either.

Li Fei soon realized that without the two medicines, Rainbow Neon and Centipede’s Foot, continuous use of the prescription, though unable to cure, could at least prevent Lan Dongsheng’s condition from deteriorating.

At that moment, he understood Liu Xiu’s intention: to take advantage of this defeat to covertly position Taishi Ci in Jiangxia.

Liu Xiu took a deep breath, cupped his hands in a ninety-degree salute once more, and then mounted the carriage without looking back.

Their numbers had already reached a hundred. Although these bloodthirsty creatures differed from the previous four hundred-plus—those four wings lacked the thin white line—otherwise, they were identical.

Meanwhile, Qing Ling began recounting a series of legendary events with Xu Bufan. Soon, tears welled up in Qing Ling’s phoenix-like eyes. Through Qing Ling’s narration, the bittersweet experiences between the two of them unfolded.

To deal with such an expert, one must strike from the shadows; otherwise, victory would be impossible. Seeing Xiang Hailong crouch to pick up prey, Lai Yuejin silently raised his left palm, which began to glow red—the Flame Palm was about to strike.

“Now you know why they came, right? And why the engagement was never fixed?” Chang Yonglin said, looking at him.

The other guests, after witnessing Elder Tang’s stance on the matter, fell silent, swallowing their whispers.

Wang Zhonghan, overhearing their conversation, learned that the Khitan came because their master repeatedly refused the position of national tutor. The Khitan emperor was deeply resentful, believing that if he could not be used, he must be eliminated to prevent future troubles.

During this period, in the neutral zone, the two core tribal leaders, Aierli and Old Thor, always convened immediately upon meeting to discuss this matter.

But now, with this reminder, after waking from their stupor, they realized they had fallen into a misconception. Henceforth, they focused solely on Li Ran’s attack, as advised by the seventh leader.

They seemed uninterested in other matters, but upon reflection, if there had been ulterior motives, would they have returned home? They would have acted earlier... Nowadays, young people devise far more cunning schemes than they ever could.

Li Zhi naturally helped the other’s hand up. Inside the Hongying Building was a cinema. Although the virtual network era had arrived, for some reason, the ‘cinema’ had not been eliminated but rather upgraded.

For the player Lu Yibing, this day was unbearably frustrating. Upon learning that foreigners had invaded his country’s territory, he immediately gathered his team to head to the island, even calling upon some old friends who had previously operated there.

“Shrimp, meatball, and three-delicacy soups, six bowls each!” Niu Gang declared loudly. Since they came to cause trouble, he would be no polite guest.

He couldn’t help but mourn the leadership of Mo Jin Town, especially Du Hongyuan and Sun Baoxiang. As the top two leaders, they had set a terrible example. If Li Tianyi didn’t make adjustments, it would be unbelievable.

However, when they actually tried, they found the challenges to be quite different from what they had imagined. Many things others could accomplish were simply impossible for them to replicate.

Observing this, Li Tianyi finally understood why he had felt something was off all along: he had indeed been outwitted by Fan Yanda and his cohorts.

When Tang Junyan was dissected and reclaimed, the gentleman on the metallic mechanical platform remained completely unaffected. He continued to be injected with the so-called Cybertron ∑-type nanomechanical metal cells through dozens of mechanical metal tentacles.

“If you don’t do this, even if you hold off the Ten Thousand Spirits Flame, the flame inside him cannot be eradicated and will inevitably erupt sooner or later,” Meng Fei seemed to be persuading Qin Yuhong.

“Uh, really? Do you know what it means to beat a dog when it’s down?” Da Wuhui approached Bing Yi, crouched fully, and punched Bing Yi’s already damaged face.

“Fusheng! Let’s celebrate! Heehee!” Song Weiwei giggled, slipping her hand into Fusheng’s pants to grasp his treasure.

The Hell King merely shifted his pitch-black, profound eyes. The once inscrutable darkness transformed into something else—a boundless fury, a destructive aura that would annihilate all life in the world without hesitation, inspiring terror and despair.

After thrashing about for a long time, the Jiaolong suddenly shuddered and charged at Da Wuhui.

Though his methods were controversial, it did not mean he was a fool or lacked analytical ability.

Within the castle, scattered dilapidated buildings and broad streets were patrolled by batches of monsters, dark knights, and dark axemen.

“Last time, you gave materials to concoct over forty sets of potions. I took forty percent; the rest are right here!” the swordsman said with a grin, placing down the potions.

Under Ye Tian’s divine awareness, a white light tore across the sky, appearing instantly before him. The deadly warning caused his hair to stand on end.

Upon reaching the continental United States, Di Fa instructed the plane to land in the Great Lakes region, an area rich in mountains, water, and lakes with sparse population, thus less likely to be targeted by nuclear strikes. There, he accessed a live video feed from a Beijing mall through technological means.

“What’s there to fear? I just won’t use this magical instrument. If I don’t use it, what can it do to me?” I said dismissively.

After we climbed the tree, Li Sou used some method to make me hold my breath and remain silent.

“You’re not convinced, huh? If you’re not, then give me back the ginseng,” Chen Yue said coldly, clutching his chest.

The young man from the Tie family swung his arm, hurling a wineI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.