Chapter Ninety-Four: The Recording

In fact, from the moment Shu Yiming entered, he had already started recording. The recording function on this phone was only available in the latest models, and since most people didn’t use it, few even knew it existed. Everything Lu Yi had just said was captured in the recording.

To ensure the best effect, after signing his name, Shu Yiming couldn’t help but praise Lu Yi, saying, “Truly worthy of a senior; it seems I underestimated you...”

That sudden noise startled all five people present, including Chao Xuan, who—even he—had trembling hands at that moment.

“You!” Han Shihao was so furious that he almost pulled out his riot shield and was about to explode on the spot, but a hand pressed him back down. Han Shihao turned his head; it was Yang Haohui.

I no longer dare to imagine our future. I’m afraid reality will slap me hard in the face. I don’t dare to believe, nor do I want to believe, any more sweet words.

Li Mu said, “There are several taboos within the Ziyue Ruins. Apart from the skeletons that come out at night and can’t attack proactively, the most important thing to watch out for is the central area—that’s the most dangerous place in the whole ruin.”

Just then, Pei Yanling, who was drinking, sprayed a mouthful out. Fortunately, Jian Yao was sitting across from me; otherwise, he would have spat it right onto her face.

Seven balls of True Fire, each flickering with seven different flames, shot out like cannonballs toward the outermost Fierce Nether Frost Blizzard Crocodile. The beast didn’t even try to evade, letting the fireballs slam straight into it. Yet, the blasts didn’t even crack its scales.

After sophomore year, the Ghost Class students only had minor courses left. Still just one class every Saturday, with the rest of their time free to arrange as they wished.

He examined it carefully inside and out. Then Su Yanghua grilled the snake meat and ate it.

After coming out from his shower, Pei Yanling was already fully dressed; the phrase “a beast in gentleman’s clothing” was made for someone like him.

Having staked out that pine grove for four or five days now, bitten all over by mosquitoes and getting high several times a day, Bai Yintu finally couldn’t take it anymore and came to report to Dorgon.

Ye Liufeng nodded, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips, as he looked toward the surging crowd of disciples within the Heavenly Gang Demon-Suppressing Sword Array.

Seeing that apart from the outrageous rise in prices for grain and medicine, everything else in Quancheng seemed normal, Ning Youbei and Qu Chu decided to leave.

“Why turn your head? Isn’t the main gate just ahead?” The clear, cool voice still carried the innocence of youth, yet within it was an unquestionable authority.

The Iron-horned Bull had a single horn about two feet long on its forehead, somewhat reminiscent of a pre-apocalypse rhinoceros.

After Yan Hong left, Ning Youbei and Qu Chu leisurely finished their breakfast, looking nothing like people carrying out a mission.

According to the illustration in the special family banquet cookbook, these hawthorn rolls needed to be tied into butterfly knots, each requiring two loops.

What’s going on? Even Grandmother has started to pity Wei Junfu? Is the household about to change hands?

After seeing off the last group of visitors for the day, Granny Fujii and Fujii Yuu busied themselves in the kitchen, preparing tonight’s meal.

Granny Fujii’s hands froze awkwardly mid-air as she stared in disbelief at the man in front of her.

Everyone present was shocked to see steel walls rising all around them; this drastically shrank their space to move and raised the danger to unprecedented heights.

Jiang La, having lost everything, went to seek trouble with that male singer, only to have her face ruined by him.

Yu Ningxue’s clenched fist halted in mid-air; the anger on her pretty face vanished in an instant, replaced by deep concern.

“You’re giving me a weapon?” If Yao Xuan, brought here by Xiang Yu, still couldn’t guess what was happening, then he might as well give up cultivation and go back to farming in the palace.

Sometimes she would take Du Juan and the other three, each with a rod, sitting in a row by the boat, competing to see who could catch the most fish.