130 Super Hero 39

After dinner that day, Zhang Lan strolled alone along the edge of the playground, the image of Qingming lingering in her mind. Judging by his demeanor, he had performed well on his exams this year. Although he had chosen to enroll in the county high school rather than the key high school in Mingguang City, she was confident that this would not hinder his studies.

"That old man must be a direct relative of Grandpa Liuli," Lang Qingge said, resting her chin on her hand. She gazed at Lang Xie’s back with a slightly languid expression.

Leng Yue arrived at the Qifeng Palace accompanied by all the court officials. Looking at the empty palace, she suddenly felt a desire to laugh. This Empress had insisted that she would not provide any opportunities, and it turned out she had laid out her escape route long ago. The deposition of an empress required her personal presence; she was clinging to that broken rule precisely to deny Leng Yue any chance.

Jia Xingxing did not quite understand this method of cultivation, but it was certainly not the illogical process of refining gold purity that Xiao Le had described.

The Judge was dead, but his death had come at the cost of four elite Tribunal adjudicators, each one in a million.

The students and teachers hesitated, wondering whether they should step forward and speak up. After the director waited for several minutes, no one came forward.

Escorted by two Su-27 Flanker fighter jets, a military aircraft slowly touched down. An elderly man stepped out under heavy guard. Though dressed in civilian clothes, his movements were filled with a soldier’s resolve; the way a soldier walks is unmistakably different from that of an ordinary person.

The sound of the zither rose once more, and the familiar melody prompted everyone to join in a chorus of children’s voices, singing to make love last forever.

Seeing that Zhao Rui was about to leave, Wang Yue suddenly remembered something and asked, "Since Consort Li is pregnant, for the sake of appearances, shouldn't the Emperor show some favor?"

"Speak! Child, do you really not know!" Chiyou seemed to be growing angry; his hand was already raised high, ready to strike.

Hao Zichen seemed somewhat worried and opened his mouth as if to say something, but though his lips moved, not a single sound emerged.

Su Qing gritted his teeth, feeling utterly defeated. For now, neither the Dragon Gate nor Su Qing dared to act rashly, so they could only undermine each other through superficial matters.

Although everyone had chatted happily and enjoyed their drinks that night, perhaps having learned from the previous lesson, they were more restrained this time, and none of the girls overindulged.

When I woke up again, it was past ten o'clock at night. I was lying on the kang in Yao Yuhu’s home, with You Zhipei and Wang Chuang keeping watch by my side.

His expression was like that of a protagonist in an NTR story—first beaten half to death, then pinned to the ground, forced to watch his own wife with some fat slob; it was a blend of agony and resentment, bitterness laced with a strange, perverse excitement.

At this point, I felt I had finally fulfilled Qiao Ye’s entrustment, and what remained was a matter between him and Su Han.

As noon approached, everyone logged off to eat, leaving only a few people still busy on the plains.

I took out my phone and saw it was a call from Chen Yi. Forgetting to take the tissue from Xiao Ai’s hand, I stood up, walked to the other side, and answered.

Dongfang Bai naturally understood that since Song Jun had spoken that way, he must have a plan; he was certainly not one to make empty promises. Of course, if Song Jun were truly to engage in illegal activities, the Dongfang family would not follow suit—this was the political experience of the Dongfang family’s way of life.

However, after sending out several groups of men, none returned with reports. Huang Gai realized something was wrong as soon as he saw that no one came back, so he intended to lead his troops in retreat.

After Duan Wei killed Guo Si and absorbed his forces, he returned in triumph. Back at camp, he rewarded his army generously. Once finished, the two split the spoils, and Zhang Xiu received four thousand elite soldiers. He was overjoyed and thanked Duan Wei repeatedly.

"Anan, look, my friends don't believe you're powerful. Why don't you show them, okay?" Seeing her companions doubting her, Jin Xin immediately acted spoiled toward Lei Nan, shaking his arm as she urged him to demonstrate the power of a cultivator to her friends.

"Excuse me, I am the president of the Pocket Watch Company. You can just call me President. I’ve come to deliver something." The president took out two watches and handed them to us.

Yet, it was strange. That Song state was home to the descendants of the Shang Dynasty. After King Cheng of Zhou quelled the rebellion of Wu Geng, he followed the tradition of "reviving extinguished states and continuing broken lineages," enfeoffing Weizi Qi, the elder half-brother of King Zhou of Shang, in the ancestral lands of the Shang to establish the state of Song.

"The Seven Saint Clans?" Dan Chen’s eyes darted toward the red Two Realms, struggling to remain calm, yet his sudden, rapid breathing was detected by the Dao Venerable.

This power was even greater than Dan Chen’s Death Sword Finger, though it would be useless against a martial artist with exceptionally strong spiritual defenses.

Ever since Ma Xiaoyao went to study at the Youth Cadre Training Class, Niu Zhigang had perked up. Every day, he walked around with his hands behind his back, "inspecting" everything. If anyone dared to show him disrespect, Niu Zhigang would find ways to punish them. Within a few days, he had re-established his prestige within the Party Committee and the township government; no one dared to provoke him.

Therefore, he had to deal with these online trolls first. Most of the people in the livestream were tourists who didn't know the truth and had been misled by online paid posters. As long as he explained the issue clearly, these problems would be very easy to handle.

It was precisely because his strength had increased once again that Roger realized many of his previous concepts had been mistaken, formed solely because his perspective had been too narrow.

"I don't mind either way. Yifeng, you make the decision." Shangguan Ling knew that Lin Yifeng had important business to attend to that evening, so she looked at him with an inquiring gaze.

Especially in front of the boys, Luo Xin knew that she did not just represent herself, but the image of the entire Luo family.

"Who could possibly make you, Young Master Balian, go out and look for them yourself? Can you tell me, Young Master Balian? I know quite a few people in the School of Economics!" the girl added, though she was not as restrained as before thanks to Chen Balian’s approachability.

After all, this world was one of low magic, where the highest level was only C-rank. Even the descending angels were likely only C+ rank, and a bishop-level priest like Gabriel was roughly D+ rank—almost a meteoric rise in power.