Volume One, Chapter 23: She Felt Utterly Ashamed

Even the other children in the class could not help but turn their gaze toward Lin Miao, listening intently as he began to hold forth.

"Have you heard? Many remnants of the Yellow Turbans have fled into the Taihang Mountains, gathering there as bandits. If you leave, there will be no one to hold the fort. What will happen if they stage a comeback?"

Participating in the mural restoration work was another group. These were old acquaintances of Su Henglian: Zheng Kangyao, a teacher from the Huzhou Academy of Fine Arts, along with his disciples and students—five members in total.

Having already been baptized by the difficulty of provincial-level Math Olympiad finals, Lin Miao found studying the commoners' version of the textbook to be effortless. Within a single class period, he had skimmed through half of the entire semester's curriculum.

"Parson, is he really the Nine-Tailed Fox?!" Ye Feng was suddenly jolted, his eyes filled with astonishment as he scrutinized the red-robed man with the demonic countenance.

Lin Miao wore an indifferent expression and ignored her. He walked over to an empty seat in the middle row, where the window could be opened, and sat down directly.

Faced with such peril, Li Yuan’s resolute and swift actions brought joy and encouragement to the officials who had followed him to Yongqi. Though it was only the harvest season, they seemed to see a glimmer of hope for the restoration of the Great Qin.

One must know that when Doinb joined the R team, he had already obtained his Chinese green card. With his fluent Xinjiang dialect, he was able to communicate with the others without any pressure.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Miao tilted his head back, gulping down the still-warm rice porridge, bowl and all.

"This is the death pension issued by the Empire, totaling one hundred gold coins. Please, take a look." Cole pulled a purse from his tattered backpack. He kept his head bowed, as if he could not bear to face the parents of his fallen comrade.

*Swish.* The basketball swept through the net; Cousins had nailed a mid-range jumper. Yi Yang had delivered another beautiful assist, and once again, Cousins became the focus of the cameras.

This talisman was carved from lapis lazuli and contained the celestial spirit energy of the Immortals; it was a rare and precious magical treasure for warding off demonic energy. Yi Tong had discovered it in an abandoned cave during a hunt in the Immortal Realm.

The diligent defense from both sides naturally meant the game wasn't explosive, but fans always love a contest played with true grit and determination.

Following in Mo Ran's footsteps, Jifeng finally arrived at a spacious room filled with many strange and peculiar racks.

The puzzle posed by the host was one that Yuan Qiuhua could not solve alone, so everyone studied it together. But no matter how they looked at it, they could not find the key. White Tiger scratched his head in frustration; Azure Dragon paced the room in circles; Black Tortoise closed his eyes in deep thought. Yuan Qiuhua simply drew it out, sketching it down.

Yue Dengfeng was not so easily fooled; he knew at once that Yi Tong was just fobbing him off. After all, he was the master of a sect—shouldn't he be the first to enjoy any good thing that came along?

"What are you messing around for? You sound just like an agent." Jiang Dong was truly speechless at this donkey. Although he was annoyed, what it said did have a point.

After farming in the top lane for a while longer and finding that he could not capitalize on any of his opponent's mistakes, Mu Jing sighed and had no choice but to recall to base for supplies.

The Mountain Eagle suddenly spoke in human tongue. In two years, the cultivation of this raptor had reached such a level; judging by the soul power it radiated, it had long since reached the peak of the Three-Qi Realm.

Hearing He Cheng's words, Li Bing and Gao Rong pulled out their phones, opened the app, and found that it was indeed the case.

Thunderous sounds arose on all sides. Suddenly, nine thin, strange, bloody hands reached out from the mist, grabbing directly at the white foxes that were pouncing toward them.

Wang Wei was different. The Divine Doctor Sect's Heavenly Star Acupuncture technique used a unique method to shatter the stagnant blood without damaging the surrounding tissue.

The old man standing before the boy had graying hair and was covered in wounds. His bloodshot tiger-like eyes, his eyebrows knitted into a knot, and the bulging veins on his arms all revealed the profound grief and indignation in his heart.

The short man gave a smug, sinister grin, and at the same time, the scimitar in his hand slashed fiercely toward Su Yang, who was within arm's reach.

However, because Chu Ming was under immense pressure during his battle with Ling Yu, he had absolutely no opportunity to set up the Heaven-Binding Array.

Hearing this, Li Sanniang felt quite helpless. Recalling the urgent report received from the Ministry of War that morning, and visualizing her husband looking up at the sky with a bitter smile, she felt that the situation was like a puzzle—unfathomable and unclear.

Shen Feng had already seen through Zhou Daneng's movements and would not let him succeed in a sneak attack so easily. At that moment, Shen Feng tilted his head slightly to dodge the kick, then immediately followed up with a punch to Zhou Daneng's face.

Shen Feng could tell the grenade was fake, but he could not be certain about the five or six red dots.

Qiu Yingqi heard this, smacked his lips, and said nothing. He just kept his head down as he walked, his footsteps making a "thud-thud" sound against the bluestone slabs beneath him.

To their surprise, when the first dish arrived, Xiao Peng and his companion were stunned. What the hell was this? Raw beef mince?

Sang Pingguo looked at Qiao Ziqian, wanting to speak, but was stopped by a single look from him.

"Yeah, although I know he means well, he likes to force me to listen to him, and his opinions often represent the views of the Star Alliance." My voice grew heavy.

Dressed simply in a white short-sleeved shirt and linen pants, his hair neatly groomed and face clean-shaven, he looked much younger despite his thinness, his delicate features fully revealed.

"Fine. Tomorrow, just announce in public that you have expelled me from the Moonlit Workshop." After Xin'er finished speaking, the two fell into a silent, mutual gaze.

Amidst their chatter, we successfully dismantled the signal device. As I listened, I sneered inwardly: you two are nothing more than cannon fodder.

His consciousness gradually returned. He struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavy, as if weighted down, and he couldn't force them open.

In this way, everyone in the Qiaoyi Stronghold had come to regard Yin Yicheng as their master. No one knew what he himself thought, and Qin Chuchu didn't care much either.

That guy's face was identical to a human's, only it looked far too old at this moment.

After the black clouds were swept away, the sky, bathed in the soft moonlight, was as clear as the wisps of smoke rising from a pot of fine tea, without a single flaw.

Si Mianmian secretly rolled her eyes and stopped arguing with this old fox. In any case, once this man decided something, there was basically no one who could stop him.