Thirty-Two
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The poetry assignment was complete, and more than a hundred poems had been collected. Not every member of the Beauty Group had contributed one. What Zhu Houwei had failed to notice was that each table had produced a poem, as though they had arranged it beforehand.
I turned to look at him. The uncle seemed to be in good health and fairly sturdy, but when he mentioned the horizontal lines at the bridge of his nose, I could clearly see a deep crease running across it, so prominent that it was impossible to miss.
Gu Xiao was no longer in the abandoned garden where he had encountered the Immortal Princess and the Green Mother. He now found himself in a bright, clean, and orderly room that was understated yet carried a hint of luxury.
They were not the only people hiding nearby. Judging by Gu Xiao's estimate, there were at least three or four groups concealed in the vicinity.
Not far away, Gu Xiao and Long Xingyu still wore the same indifferent expressions, as though nothing had anything to do with them—as though they did not care in the slightest whether they lived or died.
His emotions churned ceaselessly. A suffocating anger was lodged in his chest, impossible to dispel. At last, the Alliance Leader finally displayed strength worthy of his position. He sprang to his feet and slammed one palm onto the table. With a loud crack, the wooden table split in two, startling everyone present once again.
The black-faced elder held the drawing ceremony on the arena stage. Once a candidate drew a lot, someone at the edge of the arena immediately wrote his name in the matchup column.
When he had not wanted to marry her, he had never feared hurting her and simply kept silent. Now, for the sake of the child, he wanted to marry her and could so brazenly declare that he would take her as his wife. Had he ever truly cared about her feelings? Had he ever asked whether she was willing?
“Unwilling?” Tang Jue slowly set down the utensils in his hands and dabbed his lips with a napkin. Every movement was supremely elegant.
“Once the family knows that Mo Zhi and I are together, they will be eager for us to spend more time with each other. Those people are not so tactless,” Yuan Yan said.
The great Confucius of China said long ago: know what you know, and know what you do not know. Those who refuse to heed the words of their elders are bound to suffer for it. Kim Tae-yeon's naturally peculiar laugh, combined with the expression she put on as though she understood everything, successfully drew the foreign teacher's attention.
Of course, no one pressed Master Xiao on the matter. After all, this was the Flying Dragon Sect, and the sect master of the Flying Dragon Sect still had the right to act capriciously.
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What had been expected to be a safe and pleasant journey of cultivation had unexpectedly descended into bloodshed, leaving them narrowly escaping death.
This punch had created the emotional barrier between the two of them. Dong Ru closed her eyes. From that moment on, this child would become the source of a lifelong pain and remorse that she could never erase.
In Su Ye's eyes, these people were, at best, impressive in spirit and possessed reasonably good slogans. Their actual strength, however, was holding them back severely.
About two fingers' width from the tip of his nose, a light tuft of down drifted in the air. No matter how he moved, it followed him like a shadow. The purplish-blue color and its peculiar scent—bloody yet faintly sweet—left him utterly certain that this was a feather from that poisonous peacock.
Yuan Liang's proposal was that he livestream from the Soaring Dragon Studio until the designated sales volume had been reached, after which Yuan Liang would settle the payment with him. As for the money given to him by the viewers as gifts, it would be counted as the studio's labor and advertising expenses.
Douyu Live was currently the most visited livestreaming platform on the internet. Its most popular sections were undoubtedly the beauty and gaming channels.
Seeing Li Chuyi bouncing around like a fat rabbit, she finally relaxed. With her pretty face turned cold, she glared at him angrily.
As she spoke, she reached out to take the food container from her, but Jiang Xueyao suddenly clutched it tightly, as though startled and unwilling to let him touch it.
Luo Xi tilted her head back and stared despairingly at the sky, wondering whether she had laughed too arrogantly just now and whether Heaven was punishing her for it.
Peter turned toward the two of them and frowned. Had he come to show off his presence even after picking a fight?
The birthday celebrant, Duke Lu, Cheng Chusi, was chatting merrily with a group of old men, pointing out the dancers' figures and enjoying himself immensely.
What sort of scheme were they up to now? And the way the two of them looked together—if anyone saw them, it would be very easy to cause a misunderstanding. Haha.
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Yun Jiyang carefully considered the meaning behind Xue Jun's words. Why did it feel as though the people had not been abducted by anyone Xue Jun had sent or assisted? And yet, it seemed that he knew at least a little about what had happened.
“Wow! Xiu Yuxiao, you didn't sell yourself, did you? Or are you... Did you max out my credit card, you bastard?” The moment Zhou Qinru opened her eyes, she looked around the room, then grabbed Xiu Yuxiao and began bombarding him with questions.
Unfortunately, the back of a chair was directly behind her. She had nowhere left to retreat and could only watch helplessly as Luo Yao approached. He was so close that she could see her own reflection in his eyes.
Such forces were usually those that had only recently risen into the ancient martial world. With just one Heaven-ranked expert standing at their helm and insufficient foundations and strength, they could only rank among the third-rate powers.
The food was as delicious as ever, but Zuo Li felt a trace more worry in her heart and appeared somewhat absent-minded.
Qiu Yizhi had always been extremely confident in his intelligence. After all, he possessed no particular talents, yet relying solely on a natural streak of wisdom, he had helped his adoptive father, Zheng Rong, ascend the throne. Once his achievement was complete, he had withdrawn with composure, handling everything with remarkable ease.
The reason they did this was actually to advertise themselves, especially to this year's freshmen. Many of them still did not know that the arena existed, let alone come there to spend money.
He sat on the stone bed and pondered the affairs of the Clear Spring Sect for a while. Then he shook his head, brushed aside the tangled thoughts in his mind, closed his eyes, and began cultivating the Body-Tempering Art known as the Vajra Blazing Sun Formula.
“Strange. Who on earth kidnapped Liu Shengquan? He has no money, he isn't handsome, and he isn't even a rich second-generation heir.” While secretly puzzling over the matter, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Zhuo Yun. He abruptly remembered the most likely possibility.
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