60 Holding Fast

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Looking at Jingjing, whose face was flushed and dizzy from the alcohol, Chu Feng felt a surge of deep affection and immediately pulled her into his arms for a wild, passionate kiss.

Liu Yue muttered to herself, and then... she looked up at the towering, cloud-piercing Tianxiang Building, a rare trace of sorrow flashing across her cold and beautiful face.

"Are you unaware of the unhealthy tendencies that have pervaded our school recently?" The Dean of Students was determined to discipline Chu Feng, so he saw no need to mince words. He wanted to make things crystal clear, and thus went straight to the point.

On the large screen, a slow-motion replay showed the Aston Martin One-77 passing the halfway mark.

Xuanchen Academy was divided into three classes: high, middle, and low. Reaching the realm of a Profound Scholar classified one as low-tier, a Profound Star as mid-tier, and a Profound Su as high-tier.

Gao Chong watched as he peeled the pine wood. Why peel it? Could the bark not be made into paper? It certainly could! The bark of the paper mulberry and blue sandalwood used for making Xuan paper had long since been utilized for papermaking. However, the bark of the pine tree was vastly different from its inner core; it was difficult to process, contained too many impurities, and was not economical for making paper.

Around six-thirty in the evening, the large black gate area felt slightly desolate. A few tenants had just finished eating and were sitting in the courtyard chatting and gossiping. Exchanging a hasty greeting, Li Tianchou headed upstairs.

Zhou Can quietly retreated, and the four of them plunged deep into the woods, eating some dry rations while discussing their next move.

Ao Shan laughed triumphantly in mid-air. For some reason, seeing the somewhat bewildered look on Luo Ping's face brought him immense joy.

Li Yu smiled warmly and said, "Lord Xu truly possesses the qualities of a hero!" Turning around, he offered words of comfort to the brothers in the camp before finally taking his seat.

The inner shock of the three elders defied description. They stood stunned for a long time, only snapping out of it at the coughing of the executive elder below, whose expression was a comical mix of awe and awkwardness.

Yankai's face was buried in his blood-stained long hair, preventing the Demon Lord's split soul from seeing the brilliant, dazzling light flickering in his eyes.

In an instant, the carved dragon black jade dissolved into black dust, leaving behind only a massive cluster of purified, ultra-potent spiritual energy, which Zhao Hao compressed within the palm of his hand.

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Even more terrifyingly, a complete shield system implied formidable defensive and offensive capabilities.

"Not bad work." Leng Jianfeng's figure materialized beside Yankai, curiously poking Yankai's shadow-transformed body.

"There are three possible locations," the Hongli County police stated. "One leads to the county guesthouse. There used to be two walls between the old urban village and the county guesthouse; now the wall outside the urban village has been demolished, leaving only the guesthouse's one-meter-high iron picket fence."

As they spoke, a large swarm of glowing moths drifted lazily toward him. Altair pursed his lips and blew a puff of air, splitting the swarm cleanly into two clusters.

However, well-laid plans often go awry. Just as the receipt was about to be handed to Chen Long, it slipped from the cashier's fingers and fluttered down to the floor.

Had it been before, Chen Long might not have cared, but having lost it once already, he now understood that one must cherish the people around them at all times, lest they learn the meaning of regret only after it is too late.

Jiang Xinyu's only thought now was for Nangong Tian to stop playing tricks and just let her sleep like this—even if it meant being smothered.

"No, if you make a move, I will have no choice but to activate the Tassel Mirror, which will consume the stored soul power. You had better think this through." Knowing I was powerless to stop Tunzei, in my anxiety, only this bluff could make Tunzei hesitate.

Mingming did not dare to be negligent. After offering a deep bow to send the King of Zhao off on his long journey, he entered the Queen Dowager's bedchamber and found her equally displeased. Seeing Mingming return, she pulled him along for deep sighs, complaining about King Dan of Zhao's lack of filial piety and fraternal love.

She figured that Xizhi must have guessed Chu Yuanzhi's intentions as well. Yet, knowing full well it was a trap, he had no choice but to leap into it for her sake. And though Chu Muzhi saw that something was amiss, he never doubted or opposed Xizhi's decisions, which was why he had not stopped him.

The voice faded away, and the black light pierced through the wall, vanishing in a flash. Yet I still had not recovered my senses. What was that entity? Its voice sounded vaguely familiar—could it be an old acquaintance? But who on earth could it be? Why did it harbor such deep-seated hatred for me, demanding my death? Have I ever made such a mortal enemy here?

Clinging to the philosophy that things would sort themselves out when the boat reached the bridge, Mingming stopped brooding over the matter. They departed from Liaocheng the next day, continuing westward, and within two days, they crossed into the territory of the State of Zhao.

Although the ball had booked the entire floor, everyone had gathered on the first floor. In truth, the first floor was exceptionally vast; having frequently been rented out by the wealthy, it had once been expanded and was now half the size of a football field, exuding grandeur.

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Saying that a stay here lasted a maximum of ten years did not mean one could only remain inside for ten years; rather, it meant that a single cycle of this dimension lasted at most ten years. Once you spent ten years inside, you were pushed into the next cycle. Generally speaking, however, surviving a full ten years was an exceedingly difficult feat.

What surprised Gou Tu even more was that Lord Chang'an had actually saved his own mother! That very night, mother and son cheated death, and naturally, it was followed by a tearful embrace.

With the vanguard falling into a trap, the rear guard had no choice but to grind to a halt. His subordinates had been gone for a long time without returning, leaving Qin Shan burning with anxiety and his expression growing increasingly grim.

It was none other than Nalan Yan, who had been missing from sight lately, presumably hiding away to nurse her own thoughts. Seeing Zhi's signature gesture, Yan simply dodged out of the way.

Not to mention that Luo Fang had no idea what kind of monsters might appear. If they were merely goblins or kobolds, it would be fine; given the strength of Kiriko's gaming avatar, dealing with them would be a breeze.

"Such a wonderful evening, Qingque, why don't you compose a poem?" Li Yuan looked at Li Tai with a smile and said.

Hearing her words, Sangyu said nothing more. He simply dismissed the barrier and said they would return first and talk later.

Everything Ye Shiyun said was true. A servant returned to report that indeed, over the past few days, Prince Jin had been taking the Princess consort out every day to tour the sights and enjoy the scenery, solely to dispel her boredom.

"Understood." The people behind her chorused in agreement. After walking for about ten minutes, they emerged from the dense forest and arrived before a settlement. The village nestled within a mountain basin, unlike the towns and villages they had seen earlier, consisting of barely a dozen households in total.

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