0105 Xie Yunfeng’s Dream

Of course, she would never say these words outright; the plan was already taking shape in her mind.

The final exams concluded swiftly. Afterward, Elder Yang and Grandpa Qi arranged for Xie Yifeng to stay at Xie Zhang Village for a week. They waited until the results were out and the final report card issued before setting off together for Hangzhou.

Xie Yifeng needed no elaborate preparations—she packed only two sets of clothes and returned home.

“Ayi, you’re back?” Xie Yuanfeng asked as Xie Yifeng arrived.

Nangong Se staggered backward several steps, spitting blood again. Compared to before, Master Qu’s palm strike had noticeably weakened.

At this moment, Meng Shihua’s heart pounded wildly. Under Ye Feng’s gaze, she felt utterly ashamed, a burning heat spreading across her cheeks.

After he spoke, Lin Zhiyun’s expression darkened considerably. Her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Huang Qianjun, as if scrutinizing him for any sign of deceit.

Having said that, the young girl completely ignored Ye Feng’s orders and charged forward without hesitation.

Because ingesting such a drug would unleash tremendous power in a short burst, it inevitably carried severe backlash and lasting side effects.

Fang Xian and Ji Chixin exchanged startled glances, then quickly focused on Chen Lu. They immediately understood—Chen Jiang belonged to the Chen family of Suzhou and Hangzhou, and the man before them claimed to be Chen Jiang’s elder brother, thus undoubtedly a member of the Chen family as well.

Chen Jiang smiled faintly. His silence was not born of fear or hesitation, but because Hua Linglong had yet to arrive. Once she appeared, Chen Jiang intended to make his move.

This Wu Cheng was indeed a formidable cultivator at the Divine Prefecture realm. From his terrifying aura, one could see him wielding a magical treasure, unleashing a relentless rain of swords.

Moreover, even if this gamble yielded no profit, it would deepen the impression left upon the national ruler’s mind. Truly, it was a win-win situation, a venture with infinite benefits and guaranteed returns.

It wasn’t until a cold snort echoed that everyone realized Wang Hao had silently appeared beside Su Huang.

Still, having weathered many storms, Qiu Yuankang wouldn’t let dissatisfaction fester simply because this time, the old rule of monopolizing songs alone was broken.

The cold moonlight filtered through the old window, casting Roger’s already pale face into an even more bloodless hue. He raised his hand in panic to shield his face—yet, for reasons he couldn’t explain, he found himself unable to meet Eulica’s eyes.

Hesta lifted her head. Though she still couldn’t grasp why everyone was laughing, she had grown somewhat accustomed to such sudden collective reactions.

It could be said that this made Xin Ming’s magician class somewhat difficult to handle, but it was merely a challenge, nothing insurmountable.

However, thinking ahead to Zaza’s upcoming appearance and how they would “repay in kind,” Yao Ming restrained himself from throwing a punch outright.

He had noticed that sneaky, suspicious character, yet his capacity to “notice” did not extend to preventing the clandestine acts of sabotage.

For instance, the boy’s big fish—even separated by a stretch of memories—he could recall the malevolence radiating from Xiaoli’s memories, a hostility toward all humans that lingered over great distances.

There were, in total, just forty-nine days. When divided, the others each ended up with at least twelve days, leaving only the final day for the two of them.

Suddenly, both Li Ge and Hesta spotted a line of bullet holes—right above the gate of the passage they were about to cross.

The Hong Kong police immediately promised and sent an officer with close ties to Qing Hong to negotiate. However, he was met with a neutral remark from Xiang Qiang that left him sweating profusely. Hastily, he uttered a few polite words before taking his leave, giving the Australian police a response that was not really an answer.

The man heard Zhou Shan speak so courteously and saw him observe the proper codes of conduct from the martial world, naturally feeling a certain goodwill toward him.

Yet Qiu Xuan was still puzzled. Why had he failed to detect Bao Qi’s presence from the start? In principle, such a situation was possible. With equal strength and a relatively short distance between them, it was inconceivable that Qiu Xuan would be unable to sense Bao Qi’s aura.