Chapter 62 The Cunning Male

Yu Lan's heart ached instantly.

She hurried over to Huo Zhanting, asking, "Huo Zhanting, are you alright?"

"Does it hurt?"

At this moment, Huo Zhanting exuded an aura of someone who had just survived a brutal battle.

Just looking at him made one's heart ache.

Yu Lan rushed forward eagerly, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and distress.

Consequently, she missed the look of profound astonishment in Su Xingye's eyes as he gazed at Huo Zhanting from behind.

How could there be such a...

Having walked around earlier, Fan Shuiqing had long since discovered that the newcomers were extraordinary, which spoke volumes about the capabilities of Sun Shilin and Shangguan Shi.

Following the giant all the way deep into the nether realms, Wang Yu came upon the entrance to the five hundred and twenty-ninth layer of hell within a cavern of unknown antiquity.

If he had truly kissed her, Bai Yiyi had no way of knowing what their relationship would transform into.

Unlike ordinary snowflakes, every single snowflake falling here was at least half the size of Yun Shu's palm.

Feng Yize's voice spiked in astonishment by several octaves, his leaning torso snapping back against the back of the chair.

Therefore, do not assume that accompanying leaders is merely about currying favor; there are actually many subtleties to ponder and comprehend. Only teachers who have truly immersed themselves in this administrative system for a decade or more can decipher the subtext hidden within the school leaders' every word and action, and this mastery will become the stepping stone for their own growth and advancement.

Perhaps Wang Ning didn't use enough force, or perhaps she was afraid of dropping the child, so she didn't throw her very far. I couldn't quite reach, and had to lunge forward to catch the child. However, this caused my foot to step into a patch of quicksand, and both my feet immediately sank in.

He did not want to fall asleep. He knew this was a power manifested by the Master of Martial Illusions in order to break through his own Prajna Martial Illusion Force. Mo Yufei naturally understood such a power; once one's brain grew numb and one drifted off to sleep, even more terrifying consequences would follow.

Although I wasn't wearing handcuffs or anything, this was still a police station after all. I ought to feel a sense of awe, so why was I still acting so nonchalant?

At this mention, sure enough, three or five students let out a chorus of groans. Although skipping breakfast had already become a habit, the thought of having to wait so long before eating lunch, coupled with Su Ke's tendency to run overtime, made their stomachs churn uncomfortably. If they had known, they would have eaten a couple of steamed buns to line their stomachs first.

Jiang Dabin was already a man in his forties, while she was in the prime of her youth; it was obvious she was a generation younger.

Though not an absolute rule, children from impoverished families often seemed to possess a stronger sense of pride, having endured so much condescension.

The Taoist robes on the two of them were twisted askew, and their hair was thoroughly disheveled, lacking even the slightest bit of a Taoist's solemn demeanor.

At this, Cheng Tuo glanced back at the earthen mound once more, instantly resumed his grinning expression, picked up another steaming chicken leg, and trotted over.

Even a fifth-tier Grand Master required rescue, which gave some idea of how perilous the demonic entity they faced this time truly was. Such creatures generally required requesting assistance from other cities or the military to be dealt with.

They all knew to a greater or lesser degree that these were students who had encountered problems during the exam and were thus singled out by the proctors for a private talk.

"Move over a bit, Ye Qiu, I want to lie down for a while too." Jingchuan Liyu lay down beside Ye Qiu.

Just yesterday, he had fired a gun, killed a man, dealt with a strange cat, and even unleashed a large-scale attack. Early this morning, Fang Zhengtao had called him—there was a high probability it was connected to yesterday's events.

Turning his head, he noticed a snow-white cat perched atop the courtyard wall of the workshop at some point. The cat looked somewhat familiar.

Someone tossed more firewood onto the bonfire, causing the flames to leap higher, and the villagers of Yongze Village all retreated further away from the blaze.