Chapter 44 Sleeping Beauty 1

At this moment, Zhao Jinchu was attending a class. She glanced at her phone, thought for a moment, and replied briefly: One night, he was captured by someone, and I rescued him.
Li Xiaohong: A beauty saving the hero? A debt of gratitude?
Zhao Jinchu: ····
A year ago, during her freshman year, she had stayed in the library too late, and it was already eleven o'clock at night when she headed home.
She had wanted to take a shortcut and walk through the back gate of the university.
Just then, she encountered him being—
Zhao Jinchu nodded.
Zhao Juanjuan's eyes lit up: "You think so too, right?"
Zhao Jinchu: "If she could rank first in the whole school, she might get admitted."
As soon as she finished speaking, the light in Zhao Juanjuan's eyes vanished instantly, and her expression turned bitter, vexed, and angry.
She felt that this daughter was always making sarcastic remarks and never understood or sympathized with her.

Zhao Juanjuan wore a sorrowful look and complained with her lips pursed: "Your younger sister's academic performance isn't good, why are you still making things difficult for her? You—"
Communicating and interacting with the top assassin of the Mainland naturally required high-ranking officials to step forward; ordinary supervisors simply were not qualified enough.
"Yaoyao, given your level, you'll definitely still be in the top ten this time, right?" Hu Xin washed her hands and face in the restroom, walked out carrying a towel, and asked while wiping herself.
"I—is that so?" Xia Baihe stood in a daze for a long time after hearing this, before tears welled up in her eyes.
At worst, she could live a hard life with her husband in the future; it wasn't impossible, had they not lived through it before?
Liu Jun's words were like a key, completely unlocking the shackles deep within Liu Ran's heart and bringing forth tears that she had suppressed for a long time. For some reason, no matter how much she wiped, they just wouldn't stop flowing.
Among all things, human beings are both the cheapest and the most precious, because they represent productivity. Without people on any patch of land, nothing can be produced.
Guo Jing could only worry anxiously. On one side was his master, Elder Qi, and on the other was Senior Demonic Blade, Huang Rong's master. Both palms and the backs of hands were made of flesh; what other choice did Guo Jing have?
He also wondered if the young maiden would scream in fright and cry if she saw his bare skeleton.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, Qi Ye spoke seemingly casually, yet with deliberate intent. It was time to put on an act of superiority.
At the same time, Yang Pan also discovered that the added profession of sorcerer was even more fascinating. Using spiritual power as a lever and a small amount of his own magical energy, he could leverage the vast natural vital energy of the external world to form devastating spells.
Seeing that Zhou Jingya was so obedient, Chu Changjian was in a great mood and picked up a piece of fish meat, placing it in the plate before her.

Hearing an outsider put it that way, a few people refused to believe it and ran outside the cabin to catch a breath of fresh air. When they returned, every single one of them wore a look of amazement and clicked their tongues in wonder.
Alas, although most garment factory manufacturers took a fancy to the fabrics produced by her own factory, they found the prices more expensive than those of other factories, so none of them would take her factory's products. Coupled with the fact that she was a newcomer with no customer resources and distribution channels, the textile factory's business had always been extremely bleak.
If a victim endured all sorts of hardships and ultimately turned into the perpetrator, this would no longer be revenge, but a joke.
"Based on the benefactor's birth date, the benefactor is only twelve years of age today, but does the benefactor believe you are truly this old?" There was no panic in the old monk's words, yet they caused Yin Le to clench her fists tightly.
"Madam, Madam, people have returned from outside the city!" At this moment, the voice of a maidservant came from afar.
In just a single morning, the chicken farm had raised over twenty-five thousand yuan in capital. Some households contributed as little as a hundred yuan, while a couple of individual families bought a thousand yuan worth of shares. Nearly a hundred households in the village had basically bought into the shares, though of course, there were people like Crippled Wang who weren't short on money and disdained to associate with Yu Tingwei.
The wooden door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and the light spilling in forced the man to narrow his eyes as he looked at the newcomer.
He took the letter and curiously flipped it open to read. The more he read, the more alarmed he became. The letter mentioned that the Battleaxe had lurked within the Hundred Battles Sect for many years, assassinating countless talented disciples and being connected to the accidental deaths of many others.
Xu Lang glanced indifferently at this person who was well-developed in limbs and simple in mind, and said nothing. However, upon receiving the man's gaze, Liao Qing instantly fell silent and shrank his neck back.
Neither Li Mu nor Qingrou spoke. After the door opened and a cold gust of wind blew in, Li Mu's intoxication finally surged up. Qingrou supported him to sit by the bed. After the maidservants and handymen closed the door of the room, only the two of them were left inside the private parlor.