Chapter 31: Going to See Sister Xue'er

After pulling Zhu Zhuqing out of Shrek Academy, Tang Niannian did not expect that Ning Rongrong would be an unintended addition. Had it not been for the sake of the partnership with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, she would have had no intention of rescuing this young miss; her temperament was far too pampered, and bringing her here would require tedious effort to temper, which was no easy task.

After settling the two of them at the Spirit Hall Academy, Tang Niannian went to see Bibi Dong. If she truly wanted them to enroll, she would have to pull a few strings.

"It's fine, the sooner we finish the mission, the sooner we can go back and rest," Ren Yangzhou said while working.

She then walked over with great presence, her silhouette swaying with such grace that every step seemed to bloom with lotus flowers.

Ever since she learned of this, she had been incredibly anxious, dragging Su Ran along to show her these things, fearing that she might become overly agitated; she even had aspirin at the ready.

Just as the two were trading blows, dodging and weaving, a large rooster flapped its wings and flew behind Su Su.

Not expecting her to do this, the smile on Sheng Lanxin's face froze, and she stepped down from the high stool to stand upright.

While he was cursing, the ape-bear's massive hand swatted the lieutenant general back into the desert. By comparison, Xing Zeyuan was much more agreeable.

None of the other onlookers in the bar were willing to lend a hand, nor did any of them offer to call the police for them.

The once flourishing and prosperous commercial street, usually bustling with tourists, was now deserted, with only a few locals walking hurriedly through the streets.

"Deal!" Yuan Chen was decisive. He stood up and habitually extended his right hand to the old man to signify his agreement to the terms. His straightforward action eased the old man's lingering apprehension.

Spreading his arms wide, the old king embraced his new life. Under his gesture, the merfolk bowed, seemingly in gratitude for the divine gift.

Thus, they overtly and covertly restricted the development of Traditional Chinese Medicine, sometimes even spreading rumors to smear it.

In Liang Xuewei's view, the other party had already done more than enough by offering such a discount; there was nothing to criticize.

Opening my eyes, I saw a man in black, his profile cold and resolute, currently gripping the soft whip that should have struck me with his bare hand, blood trickling from his palm.

Fans in the live stream were worried, expressing that the dazzling world of modern times was too complex, and no one could guarantee that Mu Ci would remain devoted to her forever.

Fundamental particles without atomic nuclei are invisible and intangible, traveling at many times the speed of light; we cannot perceive them at all. Scientists collectively refer to them as dark matter.

Mi Ziqi's pajamas were made of silk. The pure white fabric was not only form-fitting but also highly translucent. Since she was not wearing any undergarments, what lay beneath was clearly visible.

Venerable Tao Mingyi of the Heaven and Earth Sea utilized his "Phantom Ghost Steps," his hands weaving "Stacking Silver" techniques. As one of the top freshmen in the school, he dared not be careless.

The jade talisman just presented by the disciple of the Liande Wuwei Sect was a command token held only by the highest echelons of the Great Merchant Alliance. With this token, one could not only enter and exit the Heaven Beyond Heaven at will but could even mobilize the Alliance's patrol guards.

However, Da Bale remained indifferent, as if he had long foreseen this outcome.

Lan Min's attitude was as arrogant as before, but Zhu Tianlei did not care. If he were so easily swayed by his emotions, he would not be Zhu Tianlei.

He stood tall, a pair of horns atop his head, with a vertical eye in the center of his forehead. Above his brows, yet another pair of eyes appeared, giving him a total of five mystical eyes, each of a different color and function.

It was very distinct, as the shape of the object was even imprinted on his chest, a large, bulging mass that looked as if it might burst through his skin at any moment.

To you, he is innocent, but to others, he is not. It is the same logic as "one man's hero is another man's villain."