Volume One, Chapter 42: Having Morning Tea Together

Zhang Ping's crying was so heart-wrenching that not only Su Nuan, but everyone in the Gu family was awakened.

The match continued. University H did not ease up just because they were in the lead; instead, they intensified their attacks.

One must realize that the spot where his blade was heading was the head, and the force behind his blow was exceptionally heavy. If Guo Ziyi were unlucky, it was entirely possible she would be killed on the spot.

Many people knew that Tang Ling was a sophomore majoring in music at the School of Art of University H, so they all rushed over. Overnight, the Music Department of University H gained widespread fame; the power of an idol was truly formidable.

Just as the spectators were inwardly cursing Lei Ting for her lack of awareness, Lei Ting made her move, rushing toward the location of the red buff.

Afterward, Lin Yi began a period of bitter cultivation, becoming a disciple of the Yuntian Sect. With the backing of a sect and guidance from a master, even though he had already reached the tenth layer of Qi Refining, having a sect for future breakthroughs to Foundation Establishment and even Core Formation was far better than groping in the dark on his own. Right now, acquiring a Foundation Establishment Pill had become Lin Yi's primary objective.

He was haggard and weak, his body bearing the scars of the fire he had ignited himself. Thus, he lay down upon the cold rock, feeling his skin gradually freeze and stick to the stone.

While recording Liang Siqi's appearance, Brother Wei used Qin Chuyan's identity to manipulate Liang Siqi into uttering words that had no business appearing in the video.

"I refuse to believe you can hit me every single time!" Murakami Haruki flew into a complete rage. Disregarding the victory of the match, he went all out against Chen Yi with his ultimate techniques.

"There is still a better part of the day left before evening, Haocheng. Would you like to go and see Junchan?" At this moment, Jun Yixi suddenly changed the subject.

To be honest, we could quite understand the fact that they were not particularly particular about hygiene. Living in an African country like theirs, frankly speaking, even having enough to eat and clothing themselves was a problem; how many people would care about their personal appearance and grooming?

Everything went unusually smoothly. Yeltsin and Zhou Chu surprisingly made it into the White House with ease, encountering no obstacles whatsoever.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Li Hao felt a throbbing headache and slowly, with a struggle, opened his eyes.

Haotian let out a cold sneer and waved his hand. Immediately, four or five figures flashed out violently, hurtling directly toward Jiang Yi to strike him down.

As it turned out, Monk Puxiu's prayer beads were used to collect the power of vows. When the necessary and appropriate moment arrived, the burning of these vows could manipulate destiny and alter the trajectory of one's fate.

"Hey! What do you suppose is wrong with everyone today? Could they have all been collectively cursed by some evil spirit?" Wu Zhen shook his head and muttered to himself.

For the next few days, Jiang Yi remained focused on his cultivation. The surrounding environment was relatively safe with no abnormal disturbances, and Fang Bailu had not appeared either.

Especially the Tang troops left behind to cover the retreat—watching the main force of the Zhou army charge toward them, among whom were numerous elite blade-infantry wielding long-handled broadswords, they were so frightened their souls nearly left their bodies. After all, their own cavalry could not defeat the enemy, let alone the infantry.

Mu Zhihan smiled as she looked at Pei Junhao. He gave her a slight smile in return and slowly walked toward them.

Mu Zhihan constantly tried various ways to pass the time, but this night was simply too long. Never had a night felt so endless. Her hands, gripping the tree branches, were aching and numb. She had to alternate between her hands and lean her back against the tree trunk to relieve the burden on her arms.

Jiang Yi and Ling Yuhang were completely dumbfounded. Seeing that Ling Yunfeng had also appeared, both of them wore expressions of utter astonishment.

Gu Qi had not originally thought this was a big deal, but upon hearing those sour remarks, she could not help reaching out to prop up her chin with her hand as she gazed at Xiao Wan.