Chapter 33: Why Do I Get the Feeling He's a Deadbeat Dad?

"My Yan-yan is truly clever!" Hua Li cradled Luo Yan’s small face and planted a smacking kiss on her cheek. Not satisfied, she planted another, leaving Luo Yan bubbling with delight.

Goodness, she had finally managed to fool her! Overjoyed, Luo Yan returned the favor with a fragrant kiss of her own.

Chen Yuanshan suddenly felt quite awkward.

"I’m going out for a moment."

Hua Li looked up at his words, her smiling eyes still shimmering with lingering tears. In that instant, Chen Yuanshan felt as if he were seeing, through Hua Li, someone he would never meet again.

In the past, when he bumped into others, most people didn't believe it wasn't intentional. Why did he have to twist his ankle at that exact moment? How could it be that he twisted it just as he happened to walk up to someone?

When Luo Qingyan prepared to return to the capital, she planned to drop off Technician Li at the farm along the way, while Sun Yiqing accompanied her back to the capital.

He felt an indescribable sensation in his heart. He had achieved his goal, and she had been submissive to him—even this morning, she hadn't resisted or refused him in the slightest—yet something was missing.

From time to time, people who had finished their meals emerged from the cafeteria, and seeing the pair embracing, they were particularly struck because the young man was their school’s heartthrob.

Originally, after the Star-Point Shadow-Moon Stone had been completely devoured by Ye Yuxi, it had shattered once. Later, while practicing her fire-control techniques, Ye Yuxi grew bored and refined the fragments together.

For Luo Qingyan, the exams were simply too easy. In truth, she had finished the test papers long ago, but she stayed for a while longer before handing them in, mainly because she didn't want to affect the composure of the other examinees.

Chu Luo reached out and tapped her chin. Although that old codger found her eyesores, he only wanted to give them a hard time; he couldn't possibly want her dead, because he knew he couldn't afford the consequences.

"I wonder, Brother Boxiao, what are the odds of a cure?" Gu Yong asked anxiously. The two fellow disciples had lived together for years; though they were master-student peers, they were closer than brothers. If there were any way to help alleviate his suffering, he would spare no cost.

This method of attacking with a large formation combined with skirmishers was something Jiang Qi had just invented. This formation, on one hand, solved the trouble of cleaning up enemy groups that gathered temporarily during a major offensive, and it also offered the benefit of creating countless directions of attack.

Still, there was no other way, as this was a choice I had to make. As for the repercussions, I will have to let my sisters bear the brunt of it for now; I will kowtow and apologize when I return.

After a full quarter of an hour, the room finally fell completely silent. Then, the door creaked open, and Zhao Jun, supporting Chen Ya and surrounded by palace servants, stepped out.

However, she still chose to trust Xia Yenuo; she knew he would handle it. The reason she didn't call him was that she didn't want Xia Yenuo to know she was worrying about them.

Xiang Shaomu might complain, but he never did a sloppy job with tasks others entrusted to him. In the entire Tianwei, he was the only one capable of hacking into the Aita system to broadcast to the whole school.

Gods and demigods are two distinct concepts, just as demiliches and demiliches are two distinct concepts. Given that his demilich mentor had existed for over three hundred years longer than he had, the lich, having just tentatively stepped across the threshold of becoming a demilich, tried his best not to pay attention to the turbulent magic currents being frozen in an instant.

Those blood warriors also picked up various firearms to engage with the formidable soldiers who had stormed in. Though, according to the rules, the dark races were not permitted to carry guns—at least, not high-powered modern weaponry—in reality, these rules were as useless as a deaf man’s ears; they were merely a formality, never meant to be seen in the open.

After a flurry of chaos, the captain’s voice, sounding helpless and demanding cooperation and silence from the passengers, drifted over the loudspeaker. The entire plane had been taken over by these uninvited guests.

At this moment, she was surrounded by her neighbors—and, of course, a few passersby she had arranged herself. Each of them held a torch, illuminating the Zhao residence courtyard until it was bright as day.