113. It Was All a Dream After All (Please Subscribe and Cast a Recommendation Vote)

In the distance, a group of men and women watched the scene and could not help but shake their heads. Those involved are often the most blinded.

"Vice monitor, drink some water." Just then, a cute and dainty girl approached with a cup of green medicinal liquid and handed it to the vice monitor, Wang Hao.

Wang Hao took the cup, downed the liquid in one gulp, and never even glanced at the girl; his eyes remained fixed on the class monitor, who was currently sparring with Duan Qiang.

"Vice monitor, let me give you a massage," the girl smiled.

"Tell me... are you still angry?" Ai Xin stared at the television screen, though the question she asked was entirely unrelated to the plot.

Moreover, given his resources, he only needed to stock up on a shipment of weapons and equipment, and these classmates could turn their fortunes around. They wouldn't necessarily become like Iron Man, but they would at least reach Tier 2 strength.

The power of wisdom is the greatest; if one doesn't use their brain, is it filled with nothing but mush?

However, it was at a disadvantage in terms of attributes, and it lacked any particularly powerful skills to suppress its opponent.

It was not just Molna; Gulit had also never maintained the slightest vigilance, nor had he expected an attack from a comrade behind him to be so sudden and so vicious.

"Did I say something wrong?" Jin Tongtong rarely acted like this, which was quite an eye-opener for me.

"Why are you here?" Tong Yu blurted out, only realizing after he spoke that his tone seemed a bit harsh.

After saying this, Zhang Lingyu felt as if his legs had been filled with lead, becoming incredibly heavy. But no matter how heavy, he still stepped into the room.

He might not exhaust every means to help him climb the ladder like Qin Fei did, but he would not snatch away the opportunities that rightfully belonged to him either.

The next day, when Shen Wei returned from outside early in the morning, he happened to run into the second mistress, who was neatly dressed and heading toward Madam Shen’s quarters.

What Lan Jing had to do now was conceal the fact that An Ping was dead, which was no easy task. But having contended with Zalamu for so many years, Lan Jing certainly possessed his own capabilities; they simply needed to trust each other and cooperate closely.

Qian Buli’s hand trembled imperceptibly. If he had any other choice, he would not have done this—ignoring life is by no means a complimentary term! But Qian Buli had no choice; his side was at a disadvantage in every respect, and without a desperate gamble, there was no hope.

As he spoke, he went to fetch a thick cloak belonging to Concubine Zi and wrapped Rao Xuekong tightly in it, then clapped his hands. A guard in green robes entered from outside.

Of course, it would be much simpler for those like Mo Tiange and Qin Xi, who had no family ties and shared the same master.

Ye Tianxie could only shield her in his arms with the gentlest of movements, blocking the biting wind blowing toward them.

The moment the auctioneer’s voice announcing the opening bid of two thousand gold coins fell, a portion of the crowd in the main hall and almost every room on the second floor began to call out their bids.

The young mercenary was terrified, his body scrambling backward desperately, but after retreating only a foot, he slammed into a large tree.

The masked man with the dual hooks was perhaps the calmest person on the field. After all, he had successfully evaded Feng Xiaoxiao's blade. If it weren't for the fact that everyone on the field belonged to his own faction and knew the prowess of their leader's martial arts, the astonishment they felt on his behalf would have been no less than that of Feng Xiaoxiao.

"Sister Yinpan, would you be so kind as to hand these transcribed Buddhist scriptures to His Highness? When the grand memorial ceremony for the late Empress arrives, it will be convenient for His Highness to burn them before her spirit," Shi Zhongyu said with a smile, marveling at her good luck in meeting the gentle and generous Yinpan instead of the sharp-tongued Qingyan or the cold Suguo.

When the call came through, they said the person had already been delivered to the entrance and asked him to go and receive them personally. How could he find an excuse to refuse?

Pei Zongzhi rarely lost his temper, let alone with Shen Qingtang, with whom he shared a deep bond of sibling affection and had never once had a falling out.

Hearing this, Director Li’s eyes lit up. He nearly made a mistake, but immediately agreed with the nurse’s suggestion—this source of wealth could not be cut off.