Chapter 52 Sounding It Out

"Could it be that I remembered incorrectly? Didn't Jin Siqi major in these exact subjects when she was studying abroad? Or was her studying abroad merely a facade?"
I feigned ignorance and looked at Qi Yuzhou with a very curious expression.
Faced with my intense curiosity, Qi Yuzhou was momentarily at a loss for words, as if caught off guard.
"Of course not, Siqi did indeed go to America to stu......

Once Earth enters the great interstellar navigation era, countries that fail to keep pace with the trend will inevitably be eliminated. Whoever manages to seize this opportunity now will undoubtedly earn the qualifications to become a superpower in the future.

As mentioned before, the total number of Great Emperors across the entire continent does not exceed thirty—that is merely the notion circulated among ordinary people.

For when someone walks out in the rain, regardless of whether they carry an umbrella, it is utterly impossible not to get a single drop of water on them.

Hanyue looked with curiosity at the ox-horn in Yelu Qing's hand, thinking to herself that this must be the mobile phone of ancient times. She had originally assumed it was merely a regular ornament, never expecting it to possess communication capabilities.

"Let him thrash about for now; once he tires himself out, he'll naturally be easy pickings," Ao Chen chuckled with a cold hum.

Su Yunxiu turned her head to look at Madam Meng with an expression that clearly anticipated a good show. Since this Madam Meng was trying to curse her, if she didn't strike back, the woman would truly think she was easy to bully.

"You understand, I am a family man, so bringing you along wouldn't be very convenient," Lu Fan tactfully declined.

At this moment, the antique-style courtyards were adorned with numerous red lanterns, adding a touch of festive warmth to the chilly courtyard.

A message from Jiang Zhengmei popped up once again, most likely to constantly monitor whether she was causing any trouble in the live broadcast room.

Hearing Tang Mu's words, Yun Teng recalled the strange garments Tang Mu had originally worn, along with that woven basket made of special material.

Back in Nanling City, he was merely a chess piece. Now, he was attempting to become a chess player, with the ultimate ambition of designing the entire game.

"Which heartless wretch did this to my son, inflicting such a heavy hand?" Wu Wanzhi wept, holding Bai Zikuan as tears failed to come, while Bai Jinzhong hurriedly rushed over to cover her mouth.

At the far end of the billowing dust and smoke, Daiwa had already collapsed into a pile of rotten branches with swirling circles in his eyes, completely knocked out.

The growth in strength for low-tier cultivators lies not only in the enhancement of overall might, but also in the greatly increased probability of geniuses and prodigies emerging.

Dark green demonic Qi and pitch-black magical energy formed the primary palette of this place. A mixture of pungent, foul odors and the stench of blood permeated the air, making the massive market reek sickeningly.

Li Xiuying was sitting at the edge of the bed. Hearing movement and seeing that it was Xiao Yanhong, she immediately began offering warm expressions of concern and solicitude.

"I can't stand it anymore. I'm going over to take a look and stir up some trouble for the demons," Du Jiang's eyes rolled as he quickly hatched a plan in his mind.

Hearing the person-in-charge's instructions, the guards of the Celestial Immortal Tower naturally obeyed. Moreover, none of these guards were ordinary individuals; the joint assault of several guards possessed an imposing momentum far surpassing the transient pleasures of wind, flowers, snow, and moon.

Bai Qingcheng was also pondering the situation. Li Muci had already departed, and since it was now nighttime with virtually no one around, if they waited until the morrow, complications would most likely arise.

"What does that have to do with me?" Gu Chuzhe replied with a hint of impatience, especially upon hearing the name Ye Yuan'an.

The time estimated by Xiao Tianji had once again been slowly consumed over the past two days. Thinking of the looming peril threatening his own sect, a trace of anxiety inevitably welled up within him.

After being treated coldly by Su Nanjin yesterday, Qian He had reflected deeply upon returning. He felt immense remorse for relentlessly pressuring Su Nanjin all this time, and after a full day of introspection, he decided to come and apologize to her.

He recalled that the first time had been with the village chief's wife, who had scolded the Yang family woman as a cheap wretch. The second time seemed to be much the same, and today's Liu Meier was also suffering consequences due to a foul mouth.

Regardless of who the mastermind behind the arena was, their objective of killing him was abundantly clear. Yet, since he had not perished at the hands of the Lion King, it was safe to deduce that the adversary would not let the matter rest.