Chapter 111: Final Chapter

After climbing up the stone steps, I saw from a distance a rock suspended in mid-air, with half of a wooden boat embedded in its side. At first glance, it looked as if a flying wooden ship had crashed halfway into the stone.

Wei Shi adjusted his stance, his fingertips brushing against the youth's sweat-dampened arm. Wu Jin suddenly closed his eyes. The amusement park was situated at a high altitude, shrouded in thick mountain fog. Wei Shi’s hands moved with lightning speed, calibrating the rifle based on the humidity and temperature before tossing it to Wu Jin.

Jin Chenzhan blinked. The top scholar was the most generous; she hadn't used any real strength when hitting Lady Yang—she was just playing dead. Should he go and beat her again? If not for this specific behavior, for such a detail, he would never have noticed it. It seemed Man Yue Lou was right: a man must be attentive.

Some commented that while others might bring children to a wedding, very few would use a child for a marriage proposal, and certainly none would leave the child hanging in mid-air.

Ten minutes later, the director called for action. Su Wushuang looked at the classroom before her, recalled the plot, and sat quietly in her seat with a faint smile on her lips.

Although they were supposed to be shopping for groceries, Lin Cha couldn't help but pull Qin Mosheng toward the snack aisle first.

"What, are you planning to keep yourself pure for your precious film emperor?" Xia Yuntong cast a sidelong glance toward Xiao Yichen, her eyes flickering as she caught another figure in her peripheral vision.

Su Wushuang and Gu Xi went straight into a clothing store, picked out several gowns, and entered the changing rooms. The first one she emerged in was a white evening dress with a slightly raised neckline and a hemline that reached her thighs.

Huai Zhen gazed out the window for a long time, unable to imagine what Hylas looked like. Seeing Baozhu serving milk, she also scooped two spoonfuls of oatmeal, asked the nanny for hot milk, took a plate of scrambled eggs, and sat down with Baozhu at the very end of the table to eat.

Liu Moyan patted the man’s back, addressing him as "Your Highness the Crown Prince," yet his demeanor held not a shred of reverence, but rather was filled with mockery.

However, Elder Ye understood. This Zhang Zisheng was merely a pawn of the Dragon Scale. By dragging him here today to watch this charade, wasn't that exactly the point?

Duan Jinrui did not respond to Liu Moyan’s loud rebuttal; he simply pursed his lips and stared, causing the man’s arrogant bluster to dissipate by more than half.

"Did you notice just now? The aura of the War Sect is much stronger than before. I even had the illusion that they were a top-tier powerhouse team," a neutral fan asked their companion.

Even if he were to transform into a Super Saiyan 4, Bardock could defeat him without the slightest effort.

Fan Xiaodong still had quite a few spirit stones, so this Hunyuan Four-Opening Formation would be enough to sustain him for some time.

Everyone watched Wang Jie with keen eyes, as if he had already been defeated by Jiang Hu at this very moment.

Their hearts skipped a beat. There were only two of them at the Martial Saint level, while the opponent had three; as for someone of Duoer's level, he was not even worth factoring into their calculations.

"Heh, I’m truly baffled. Are these bosses idiots? It’s so obvious that the bastard Takagi is using these guys to weaken their strength. Even I can see it, yet they can't—a bunch of total fools," Situ said, a mocking tone in his voice.

Though he said this, he was already thinking of something perfectly suited to be eaten with ice.

Having led the village’s able-bodied men on patrol all night without sleep, Ensign Li was utterly exhausted. Zhu Da understood his state; it was somewhat similar to being drunk—a mix of excitement, relaxation, and confusion—where a person often speaks of sentiments they would never voice on an ordinary day.