Chapter 52: This Is the One

Fu Siqiao and Lin Siqing were walking along the campus path. Fu Siqiao looked at Lin Siqing with brimming expectation, her eyes sparkling as if she had discovered a new world. Suddenly leaning close to Lin Siqing, she asked with a grin, "Lin Siqing, what kind of gift are you planning to give to Xu Zhixing?"

Lin Siqing had been strolling leisurely, but at this question from Fu Siqiao, his expression instantly clouded over. His brow furrowed deeply, resembling a child whose favorite toy had just been snatched away, and he replied with a look of utter disgust:

"No, you'd better just keep calling me by my name. 'Master' sounds rather strange." Cheng Tu straightened his clothes, adjusting them to a comfortable position.

However, during this period, the Primordial Ancient Star had not yet had most of its vital essence drained by the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountains to be sealed off by powerful beings, and its territory was immensely vast.

This was precisely what puzzled the Taotie the most. Facing a celestial mountain forbidden zone that had existed since antiquity, they naturally would not act rashly or recklessly. Yet when they entered the fray themselves, they were directly met with the suppression of a lethal formation, escaping into survival with extreme difficulty.

Hmph, it seemed Hulan was still unwilling to give up that secret; otherwise, she would probably have had someone kill her outright.

The violent method of shattering his inner demon left a profound impression on him, to the extent that he even suspected Jiang Yunsheng was the one actually controlled by an inner demon.

Pingguang County had six corpses to be delivered—two within the county town, one in the south and one in the east, and four outside the county town, all located in different villages and towns.

She was extremely skeptical of Jiang Chao's words, and could not even comprehend how Zifeng could have agreed to let him treat her.

He had heard Wu Shiwei mention this once before, and at the time he thought Wu was deliberately trying to deceive him, but now, given the circumstances, Wu would never dare.

Yet the impact of this mental storm on Gu Fang was profound, and her current thoughts and reflections might one day possibly become reality.

It bore the four-thousand-year historical heritage of the Western Qin region. The museum's collections were predominantly from the Qin, Han, and Tang dynasties. In addition to the museum zone, there were also ancient sites and scenic spots such as temples and pagodas.

There were not many people up here, but those who were present all possessed the cultivation level of the Golden Core stage.

Since Heng Yanlin had spoken thus, it indicated that he should presumably know how one could become a sword cultivator.

She was thoroughly aware of and deeply admired such a capability in Heng Yanlin.

If Cousin Chu were not a guest recognized by Shen Lanxin, it would indeed have been very difficult for anyone else to enter. Just the outer perimeter alone was guarded by various checkpoints.

I walked over to take a look inside and saw my head teacher mopping the floor over there. She was wearing a very shabby white dress that had washed somewhat pale, hanging loosely and slouching against her. She seemed to be in a bad mood, her face drooping the entire time.

Old Wu dropped heavily onto a chair and asked coldly, "What are your names? I need to register you." The enthusiasm he had just shown toward the director was completely gone.

Bang! A very loud impact sound, resembling something being smashed to pieces, followed by a burst of shattering glass.

A semi-circular magic array surrounding Charlton, along with a complete circular array.

The sun, representing a new day, emerged from the edge of the clouds, and the morning light illuminated everything covered by the thin mist.

They took out corn, sweet potatoes, sausages, and eggs. The others were also hungry, so they sat in a circle and began to eat their dry rations.

These two utterances were laden with heartache and helplessness, sounding even sadder and more self-reproachful than his apology to her last night. Since he felt such grief and self-reproach over Feng Xinlan, why had he pulled her into his arms last night?

Aotian gave Long Ling'er a faint glance; clever though she might be, she still fell a notch short compared to Mingyue and the others.

She wore a sexy dress, but as Long Mebai used a handkerchief to wipe the beer off her face, she did not look disheveled in the least.

Le Yushan rolled her eyes, wanting to say no such thing, but helplessly choked on something in her throat, unable to speak out.

"You'll be fine, don't worry," Shangguan Ao said as he started the engine. Yet just after driving a short distance, they hit a traffic jam. Seeing the congestion, Yang Shimin grew tense.