Chapter Twelve: "The Tide" and "The Eternal"

The lecture was still fresh in his mind.

Regarding the literary society, Xu Chengjun had drafted several versions of a proposal and had finally secured the "Preparatory Permit for a Literary Society." He was just waiting for an auspicious day to usher in a new era of Fudan literature. Holding the permit just signed by Qi Lianshan, Xu Chengjun squatted beneath the phoenix tree outside the Songzhuang dormitory, clutching a sheet of manuscript paper. It was covered in dense scribbles of names: from "Fudan Literature Collection Society" to "Xianghui Hall Literary Society"—there were more crossed-out than those that remained.

Three hundred young men, shirtless and wearing cropped trousers, were practicing martial arts on the grass in front of the bungalow.

"I was entrusted by someone else, and I was afraid that if I called you myself, you wouldn't come out!" Xiao Yang'er pushed open the door to the conference room.

He gripped her shoulder so hard it hurt, making her wince, yet she had to force a smile to maintain her composure.

A green-toothed comb adorned with a dark blue gemstone glided through the ends of her satin-like hair, smoothing out the final stray strands.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for giving me the opportunity to contemplate the laws of the Heavenly Dao. Senior Ao Kun has already demonstrated them to me. I have gained a glimmer of insight; although I have not fully grasped them and there are still many barriers to this breakthrough, even so, my strength is far greater than it was before," Xiaoyaozi said respectfully.

Blood continued to spray from Su Zheng’s body, mixing with the falling snowflakes as bright red droplets descended from the sky.

In an office on the top floor of the Jiangnan Building, the Green Wolf, wearing a ghost mask and an eyepatch while on a mission, received the news. He was stunned, followed by a surge of fury.

"This county princess understands. I will never blame you, Crown Prince brother; if I must blame someone... I will only blame the Heavens!" Princess Taiping swore with bitter hatred.

"Young Master, this Sword World is the burial ground of the Sword God of the ancient Shushan Sword Sect. The ancient Shushan Sword Sect perished during the last cycle of reincarnation," Meiling said airily.

"You left out one thing: the Patterned Spider camouflages itself according to its environment. That is why I told you to keep as far away from the trees as possible," Xiao Chen said in a deep, warning tone to the three behind him.

Marrying Fu Sen’s sister had been his stepping stone, allowing him to leap from an ordinary county town straight to the provincial capital.

Now, head coach Chris has had substitute jungler Rio training full-time in scrims with good results, just waiting for him to start in the next match.

The human on its back made it extremely uncomfortable; it kicked and bucked, trying to throw Yang Shan off.

Perhaps this was why, even though her own company had films in production, there was never a role for her.

Ouyang Jue's first kiss was gone just like that, and so was Luo Qinghuan’s. She stared at Ouyang Jue, her baby face flushed, her earlobes burning. She quickly bit her tongue to regain her senses, pushed Ouyang Jue away, and dove onto the soft bed.

Not far away, a voice crackled over the walkie-talkie: "The bad guys are about to make a move on Lin Li. Should we take the shot?"

"Since this is a mess you stirred up, you should go and apologize properly to Educated Youth Shen. She is a reasonable person. Then, offer some compensation, and let’s just put this matter to rest. How about it?" Chen Mingchang didn't want the situation to escalate; after all, Wang Dazhu’s family were his own villagers.

Yet he never believed these people posed a threat to Lin Li’s safety—except for Gu Xun, who stood before him.

To be honest, if Player 2 is really the Werewolf, it’s going to be very difficult, truly difficult. Claiming to be a Villager means risking being voted out, while claiming to be a Seer might sabotage his teammates; he is caught between a rock and a hard place.

To be fair, he wouldn't be this bold without a trump card. He voted for Player 1 in his first police badge flow; unless he had a role, he would have to be out of his mind to do that.

Taotie twisted and turned, swinging his blade to grapple with the savages while constantly darting left and right to avoid being surrounded.