Volume One, Chapter 138: Buying a House and Running into a Snobbish Former Classmate!!

“I’m here to see President Wu!”

Seeing the man exuded an aura of immense wealth, Xia Rong’s heart stirred with excitement.

“Xia Rong?” At that moment, Su Le caught sight of her and called out in surprise!

After all, she was his university classmate.

He hadn’t expected to run into her here.

Moreover, Xia Rong and Lu Yaoyao had also been classmates, though after graduation, they had each gone their separate ways.

“Su Le?”

“What are you doing here!”

Xia Rong was equally surprised to see Su Le.

Then she smiled and said, “Where’s Yaoyao? She’s a big star now. At the last reunion, we couldn’t get in touch with you two. I heard from classmates that you both divorced?”

Upon hearing this, a shadow crossed Su Le’s face...

Despite that, facing the black beast’s rapid speed, even the “Ten Thousand Cold Sword” seemed powerless to stop it.

“Duoduo... hasn’t all that passed already? Haoyu will explain everything to you later.” Mother stammered, clearly indicating there was more to the story.

Thinking this, An Ning decided not to waste any more time and directly took Jiang Suqian by the hand, turning toward the dormitory.

The ancient village was located in a remote area; even the best-performing business vehicle struggled along the rough road.

Alex arrived punctually at the council hall, noticing two rows of city guards clad in fine leather armor, bristling with menace, flanking the sides.

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Li Zhi, still foggy about what had happened during her unconsciousness, tried to piece things together but remained confused. Then she heard the person seated above call her name.

Her unabashed possessiveness left An Ning somewhat helpless, while the warning tone in her words sparked a flicker of irritation in her heart.

In truth, Wu Song was a straightforward man: if you treated him well, he treated you well, with no schemes or duplicity. Because Jiang Menshen was cunning, he assumed everyone was deceitful, including Wu Song.

The longer one stayed in the village, the more suffocating the terror became like a shadow that never left. Chu Meng wanted to escape under cover of night, but when she opened her door late one night, she found her grandmother standing there, smiling and urging her not to go out after dark.

“Foolish girl!” Wang Fei suddenly embraced Wang Caijun, who knelt before him, pulling her head close to his chest. She rested her head on his frail legs, feeling a warmth that was true filial affection.

Time had creased the corners of his eyes but had refined his bearing to an even more distinguished stature. At this moment, he seemed like a god ruling over all, looking down from on high, awaiting worship.

After speaking, he ordered the maid to escort the two downstairs, where two beds were made in the antechamber for them to rest temporarily.

Examinations hold so many surprises. Without Yang Shen’s formidable strength, one wouldn’t dare boast recklessly.

Wang Caijun looked steadily at Gao the Cripple and only spoke once she saw a trace of determination in his eyes.

The entire thunder-wrecked city, spanning thousands of miles, was instantly reduced to rubble amid the fierce roaring. Countless disciples of the Thunder Domain perished, and every native of Thunder Wasteland was wiped out in this calamity.

Good and evil will be repaid in kind. The fates of the officials in the Prime Minister’s mansion were of their own making, unrelated to others.

A sudden sound erupted from the harp, unnoticed by others. The red jade on the blood bracelet gleamed vividly, as if it could bleed, flickering faint red light. The harp seemed to lose its spirit at once, its radiant golden glow slowly fading.

No one, absolutely no one, would be as foolish as she, speaking of leaving yet acting otherwise.

Xuanyuan Mo pondered deeply, partly because the inner energy within him was no ordinary force. Over two years ago, his master, Wuyazi, nearing death, transferred nearly sixty years’ worth of his inner energy into Xuanyuan Mo’s body.

With an abnormal roar, as the punch landed, Arthur was sent flying, soaring high into the sky.

Li Ang glanced at the box in Fan Zhuo’s hand. It was not large, and he sensed no characteristic spatial magic fluctuations, meaning the weapon inside was likely not big. The box was jet black, its surface shimmering under the magical crystal lamp like flowing water.

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This was the main reason parents confidently sent their children to the party, allowing them to stay there alone.

The special identity of “mother” bestowed upon the Empress Dowager supreme authority and a unique place in history.

Seeing the tear traces at his eyes’ corners, Yan Hong pursed her lips, gently stroked his fair face, her eyes flashing with resolve. She leaned down and lightly kissed his forehead before stepping around him and leaving the bedroom.

The siblings stepped out, waiting for the driver to harness the carriage. Ao Shan stood by Xiling Yu’s side, holding a short staff.

Fan Zhuo contemplated for a moment. Although not a wizard himself, his long life had accumulated knowledge, granting him unique insights into magic. If he switched to magic now, he could quickly become a tenth or even eleventh-rank wizard.

It was his first time competing in such harsh weather. Conversely, the sturdy Russian men in the stands sang songs of encouragement, bare-chested despite the freezing cold at the Kazan Central Stadium.

If she had entered high school in her previous life, she would have been excited, but now, combining both lifetimes, she was nearly fifty years old and felt only calmness.

No wonder, since deciding to better himself, Yu Chi Mo no longer played with Lan Qiyi, and it was unknown what new friends Lan Qiyi had made.

Mu Xia was no longer in the mood to work. Old Tang wanted to send her home first to avoid any dangers outside. Yet just as they stepped out, they saw Teng Wei, who had left in a hurry earlier, now returning.

Upon hearing this, everyone’s eyes flickered. Though silent, it was clear their hearts were beginning to waver.

“Yi, what’s wrong?” Seeing Gu Zijun suddenly freeze, he asked with concern.

Jing Zhichen abruptly looked up at Luo Yiyi beneath him. Her gaze shimmered like never before, like sunlight rippling across a serene spring pond, stirring countless sparkling waves.

The stout officer gritted his teeth and gave a signal to his subordinate, who immediately approached, clamping onto Duan Muqing’s arm and dragging him away. I had only taken a few steps when the officer blocked my path.

“These matters are none of your concern. Just do your duty. If anything goes wrong, severe punishment will follow.” Ying Luo’s voice was always commanding. Though fearful, the ghost messengers dared not question further.