Chapter 86: Senior Brother Really Wastes Money

Indeed, Director Chen brought a whole trunk full of clothes, even more than what a bride would have for her wedding.
“Apprenticeship is a momentous event; new clothes are indispensable,” Director Chen spoke naturally. As the senior disciple, he knew the master wanted to prepare clothes for the junior sister, so he took on the task himself. In just half a day, he managed to gather a whole trunk of new outfits.
Xie Yihuang rubbed his temples. “But senior brother, I’m only nine years old and still growing. You don’t—”
“I just called a classmate of mine who is quite skilled in this area. Don’t worry too much; there will definitely be a way to solve this…” Zhang Linfeng hadn’t replied to Su Yanxin’s message immediately because he was making a phone call.
Though part of the reason was his rival in love, the speed of progress still startled him.
As for Tianquan Sect’s claim to shoulder the consequences, he simply didn’t believe it. Even if it were true, it was unreliable.
“And what about you two? Do you feel you can defeat the Racing Club?” Maitreya suddenly turned to Chen Fei and Tan Yongwei.
Su Yanxin never bothered to think about her anymore. Ever since their relationship soured, Su Yanxin rarely gave her a second thought.
“I pursue only freedom and equality. Wherever freedom is lacking, I will go there; wherever equality is absent, I will correct it.” Dance Princess’s voice was gentle yet carried an unyielding determination.
It had been the same when she was with Xiao Yu; she always felt as if she lived under his watchful gaze, and whatever she did, he would know instantly.
Li Ling’s body remained motionless. In his hand appeared a long sword, which he raised to meet the attack. The two blades collided in midair, interlocking and twisting. In the blink of an eye, countless swords pierced forth, and sword lights crisscrossed the sky like a chessboard.
“Fangcun Mountain is a place I admire, the Great Tang Constabulary is one I respect, and Huasheng Temple is my sect! Yet today, no matter what, I will not let you leave alive.” Carefree Sage smiled, a confident smile.
After a restful sleep, feeling more spirited, Xing Yixing tidied herself and went to the orphanage.
Qi Baijun would never forget that song, for it accompanied him through the hardest days. Sometimes he would think that if he ever had the chance, he must thank the singer. Without that song, perhaps he would never have escaped the pain of those days.
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless she felt. Li Chenxi must think she did it on purpose, that she was trying to get closer to him.
Jumping into the pool? Falling ill? These phrases caught Yan Ran’s attention; he turned toward the source of the voice, eyes darkening slightly.
He had never imagined that someone who disliked swords so much could wield them with such beauty and power.
Xing Yixing noticed that Xu Yingxue, when speaking to Li Chenxi, used a tone that was flirtatious and alluring.
As the wave of energy surged forth, Seddaru shielded his head with both arms, bent low, and rammed into a skyscraper covered with lush green vines.
Another long cry sounded. Pale blue light once again locked onto Qi Baijun, and the powerful attack arrived as expected. Without a sound, the figure half-reclining on the ground vanished—it was merely a shadow, while the real body, at the instant the blue light locked on, managed a near-miraculous teleportation to narrowly evade the attack.
Yan Ran’s path through the area skillfully avoided every wooden house entrance, tiptoeing to keep from making a single sound.
Within the Chen residence, although Chen Ren had been unhappy about the expense, now seeing so many familiar faces coming to offer congratulations, he cast aside his previous displeasure and stood at the gate with a radiant smile, welcoming guests.
“You just closed your eyes for a few seconds, and you managed to finish the apple without anyone noticing?” Chu Nan said in astonishment.
All three points were blocked by arms and hands. Wu Ming sneered. It looked good from the back, but seeing it from the front, he realized it was a failed sculpture—a very failed one.