40 Drinking Blood

Originally, the two of them still wanted to protect them, planning to arrange for their comeback after the storm blew over.

"Good academic grades don't mean anything." This was Wang Ruoxin's true thought, but when an academic high-achiever casually said these words in front of an academic underachiever, it carried a strange and ironic sense of sarcasm.

He recognized every single character, but when strung together, they completely exceeded the scope of his comprehension.

When Ye Yuanying drifted to Mu Zhi's side, although scared to death, their professional training still prompted the bodyguards to bravely draw their guns and aim at Mu Zhi.

Sister Linglong said in a cold voice, then released Li Qin, and reached out to pull me up from the ground. Those who had been pinning me down saw how formidable Sister Linglong was and didn't dare to resist at all.

Wang Ruolei let her imagination run wild. The sky outside was beginning to turn pale, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what. She didn't know what was wrong with her.

Actually, having lived in the marquis's mansion for so long, Qin E felt quite content after interacting with Situ Xiumin. After all, Situ Xiumin's nature wasn't bad. Perhaps their initial motives in approaching her weren't entirely pure, but just for this incident, Qin E genuinely wanted to help her.

Gu Han leaned down. Qin Yiyi turned her head away once more, quickly wiping away her tears with her hand, her gaze sweeping past the bag on the table.

Before doing anything, he would always think through every possible scenario. In an invisible way, this also added a little bit of winning odds for him.

Gu Han squatted down and looked at Third Treasure, who used to be so attached to him, but now faced him as if he were the person she hated most. His heart instantly went cold by more than half. However, he now had another identity—the amnesiac Gu Han—and he had to play this act out to the end.

It was indeed her own choice, but seeing Li Xu-dong in such pain, she felt a trace of secret delight in her heart.

"Fa... Father Lord?" That person stared intently at him, and the powerful aura forced Fan Beibei to speak involuntarily.

"Why did you go looking for her? Why!" Yan Lin stepped forward a few steps, grabbing Li Xu-dong's arm, her eye rims slightly red.

With just a glance, Cheng Yunqing's heart felt as though it had been heavily struck, aching with intense sharpness, because that gentle face in the moonlight looked so much like the appearance of his mother in his memory.

Lin Yunxi had to admire the efficacy of the spiritual spring. The marks on her body had completely vanished, and even that soreness and refreshing sensation had entirely disappeared.

Chen Yanqing tossed his suit jacket aside. Ever since entering officialdom, he basically wore formal attire every day, especially paired with his gold-rimmed glasses, which gave him a gentle and scholarly refined temperament—a look Chen Yanqing himself utterly detested.

She sat obediently below her elder brother, her posture very dignified, yet her gaze kept glancing toward Yao Molian from time to time, perfectly embodying the phrase, "Loving you in my heart, but unable to speak of it."

"This old man received a report today that our Great Sui's Duke of Xinfeng and Right-Bison Guard Grand General, Wang Shichong, has raised an army to declare independence and betrayed the court. Right now, he is leading troops to march on Xingyang, attempting to seize Xingyang first, then target the Eastern Capital, and finally drive out General Yang to establish himself as king."

After all, the imperial palace never truly belonged to Huangfu Xiu and the Third Prince. Although they had been agonizingly close back then, Huangfu Xiu had chosen to give it up himself.

After bustling about for more than an hour—choosing generals and drawing lots—they finally waited for the battle to begin. Yang Lin discovered that this was indeed just a game.

However, thinking about it, it made sense. Anyone who was alive had to be born from the union of a father and a mother, so the existence of one or two family members was inevitable.

A burst of heavy footsteps echoed from deep within the distant forest, causing trees to crash down one after another. Many strange lizards panicked at the sound and scattered in all directions. A gigantic monster appeared before the two of them, possessing an elephant-like body, a lion's head, a snake's tail, bovine horns, and a body covered in sharp spikes.

The place they slipped through the door was not a room, but a courtyard. Ah yes—the State Preceptor's Mansion, and that person.

"Oh my, Master Lian has such a fine eye! So young and promising, you've actually stirred up ripples in this lowly one's heart, hee-hee." The man put on airs, pinching his fingers into an orchid gesture, giving Liansheng an unavoidable illusion of nausea.

As the saying goes, by knowing one thing, one can understand many others. Having watched the golden light projections demonstrate techniques many times, Su Yi could clearly sense the true power and efficacy unleashed by those martial arts.

"I sensed it when I arrived, but I didn't want to alert the enemy, and besides, I was bringing you along. This time, apart from eliminating the demon, I must also ensure your safety," Feng Wuhai said.

"I was thinking..." Ning Le smiled amiably, "if I hit you on the head with a stick, is there any chance you might return to normal?" Isn't that what they always say in storybooks?

"When the Black-Water Ants return to the Black-Water Pool, shouldn't they be returning home? Why does it look so much like a sea of fire instead?" Su Yi couldn't help asking Xie.

Time ticked away bit by bit. Every team remained extremely quiet; they were either resting or engaged in calm discussions, which invariably boiled down to predicting the content of the third competition.

He had remained quite composed when losing money earlier, but now, after winning fifty thousand, he actually felt somewhat nervous. He held a brown twenty-five-thousand-denomination chip, hesitating back and forth, unsure whether to "follow" or "jump." Ultimately, with lingering indecision, he placed the chip on the Banker.

Yue Shanqi's physical condition was much better than before, and she was already able to endure the nourishing Qing-Earth within the Thunder-Fire Divine Needles.

Sighing helplessly, Ye Yun could only lower his head and silently follow behind Ye Tian, tightly gripping the divine sword Zilei, which emitted a series of clashing chain sounds.

"Something the matter?" Shi Qing raised his head and asked. Normally, Du Ling only came when summoned.

That's right, because every time these so-called leaders looked for him, it was never for anything good. Fang Yi was determined not to do those acts where they called you a hero while treating you as cannon fodder... unless there was some special benefit involved.