37. The Man in Black

Xu Mo climbed to the console in a few strides and successfully switched to manual mode. The aircraft finally leveled out into a normal orientation. Ruan Li lay on the sofa, utterly exhausted, gasping for air without restraint as her chest heaved. Xu Mo glanced at her once and immediately looked away. "I don't know what the situation is ahead, but it's best to stay away..." He turned the craft around, and from the console, one could see the mushroom cloud behind them expanding at a visible rate.

Tong Wanyao’s words caused Huangfu Ye’s gaze to darken instantly. He stared coldly at her, yet in the end, he did not say a word.

"Teacher Fang, hello! Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Fang. Would it be convenient for you to add us on WeChat?" the students called out in unison.

In truth, Yan Ci was also somewhat confused. Among the many people in the garden with exceptional talent, most remained stuck at the Whirl-Illumination stage despite long years of cultivation, yet he had managed to surpass them. If it were not for the Blue Abyss Clear Void Art, it must have been the merit of the Dragon Chant Fruit. Thinking it over, it truly seemed unfair.

Luo Xin and the others from Beichen Academy also stepped outside, secretly signaling to Lie Yan while looking at the group from Jinghua Academy with palpable worry.

She slowly took out her black-rimmed glasses and put them on, concealing the peculiar shimmer within her pink eyes. These glasses clearly had the effect of suppressing emotions; a few minutes later, her complexion returned to normal.

Xia Er dared not spend too much time alone with this stunning cousin. He was genuinely afraid of Linnaier's "art of allure"—not because his mental defenses were weak, but because he feared that if he grew accustomed to it one day, he would naturally forget to resist.

"Those judges are all experienced individuals. They were able to gauge my strength, so they invited me to be the head judge," Lin Lei said, shrugging with a helpless expression.

Standing atop the high city wall, Xia Er gazed toward the far north. Although he did not see the legendary "darkness," he could truly perceive that faint, unsettling pressure that made one restless.

Everything about her life appeared as perfect as a fairy tale to us now; however, on a certain day thereafter, fate suddenly played a massive, cruel joke on that beautiful fairy tale world.

They had cast her aside for so many years, and now that they needed her—needed her to uncover the secret of that key—they came to win her over.

Murong Zhuo didn't even bother to sit, his posture suggesting that if there were nothing urgent, he would turn and bolt immediately.

The old man held Xia Yuqing’s hand, patting it gently as he looked up at the horizon, as if remembering his own youth.

It was she who had requested a secret marriage and insisted on keeping it from the family; how could she pin the blame on him now?

Today, she finally bit him hard. The man did not struggle, nor did he make a sound to stop her, until her teeth ached from the bite.

Although he understood that it was someone else’s scheme and was playing along to catch the person behind it, the injuries had indeed occurred, and they were irreparable.

Having been kicked out, he snuck in at midnight to crawl into her bed only to be caught red-handed; it was not only embarrassing but also stirred the fear of being thrown out once again.

Magical? Su Qianlang was speechless. Was this how one "complimented" a person? Do I really need to explain such a tedious thing? Must I put on a melodramatic face, tearfully claiming I am not from this timeline, that I transmigrated here, and that I possess a portable dimension? Ha, it would be a miracle if I weren't burned alive as a monster.

On Su Qianlang’s side, not only was the spring scenery vibrant outside the window, but the room itself was equally warm and intimate, with the monarch unwilling to attend the morning court.

"If what you say is true, that Robert and Haier were brought in by Lu Man, then if she decides not to let one of you participate, is that also acceptable? Would you have no objections to that either?" Wu Zilin remarked sarcastically.

He just hadn't expected that someone as steady as Han Zhuoling would actually do something so ordinary, perhaps even a bit childish.