Chapter 155: Not Fond of It

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Feng Su’s brows drew together.

The fair, jade-like face before him flushed. Lowering her head, she apologized, “President Feng, I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Be more careful next time.”

“Yes, yes, President Feng…”

Her trembling manner made Feng Su’s brows crease slightly. He glanced at Wen Xi, and the face that met his eyes was unfamiliar.

“You’re new?”

“I’m the new assistant. Today is my first day at—”

As they walked, some of them naturally inspected the surrounding walls. They discovered that the walls were carved with vast numbers of profound and incomprehensible symbols, and none of them could make out what they meant.

They had no siege engines like the humans did. How could they possibly breach a well-defended fortress by piling up corpses?

A large green-skinned lizard sprawled across the threshold, sleeping soundly and unconcernedly like a mongrel.

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The odds that those who had failed to appear had merely forgotten the time and arrived late were exceedingly small. Most likely, they had been suppressed—or even wiped out—by opposing forces during yesterday’s turmoil.

“You’re just too much of a shut-in!” Fen Si would never be polite to Bo Jin. She went straight to the point. It would have been understandable if Bo Jin had been busy last year, but this year she was clearly just being lazy, too reluctant even to give interviews. It had driven Fen Si nearly mad with frustration.

At this, Andreas could not help but be startled. The platinum coach Elivette, ranked among the world’s top ten, was actually Jiang Fengyan’s tennis coach as well.

What made Herrick feel somewhat uneasy, however, was that Lin Wei seemed to be looking at him with an ambiguous smile.

“To preserve the graft’s viability, we absolutely cannot use anesthetics…” Lin Wei flicked Sparrow sharply on the back of the head, and the bird instantly passed out.

Tianyang Academy was steeped in martial spirit. Most of the students who studied there devoted themselves primarily to the practice of martial arts.

“How long has it been since you last bathed?” Liu Mingyan frowned and pulled herself from Zhou Lei’s embrace, looking at him with undisguised disgust.

“Mingyan, I just got back. You’ve gone home?” Tang Mengting took the lunchbox from Liu Mingyan and poured her a glass of water.

How should one put it? Everyone possessed a certain instinct for caution; it was merely expressed to different degrees in different personalities.

Before he crossed over, Bai Ye had been nothing more than a shut-in. Every day, he either played all kinds of games or wandered aimlessly through online forums and message boards. Back then, he had once come across a particularly classic saying.

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A cold, mechanical electronic voice suddenly rang out in the command room. Within the brief span of a few seconds, countless streams of data swept across the dozens of monitors. As the final command was completed, the electronic voice of the warship’s central control system vanished completely.

Ling Yi was quite self-aware when it came to this matter. Food prepared by his mother-in-law had to be finished, even if he had to swallow it through tears. Yet after gulping down that lump of black matter, Ling Yi immediately regretted it.

“Believe us. At least for now, we have no reason to deceive you.” Helian spread his hands and answered with complete sincerity.

Of course, he was not looking to die either. He still wanted to live for a few more years, so that the Zhou family’s future path might be made a little smoother.

The instant the spearpoint touched the Thunder Fist, a massive mass of red flame suddenly erupted in a violent explosion, dyeing the entire sky crimson. Like a gigantic red disk, it held firm beneath the Thunder Fist, leaving it no possibility of falling any farther.

Wenren Yi, who had stood at the center of the martial world’s attention, made a circuit through the jianghu and then returned to the Sea of Flowers Beyond the Frontier, as though nothing had ever happened.

Among these more than forty thousand demonkind, the one with the highest cultivation had reached only the Initial Demon Lord realm. There was not a single powerhouse at the Upper Demon Lord level.

Jiao Yang shot him a sidelong glance and snorted coldly without saying a word. Then wind suddenly stirred beneath his feet. He had already begun using light-body techniques as he walked, and his sturdy frame accelerated forward like a boulder launched from a catapult.

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