57 Advanced Algebra

"Porygon2 is gone too, there is no way to contact them at all..." Su Yunxi's voice carried a hint of a sob, wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.

Shen Miaoqing said. Remembering Sheng Nan's provoked expression, she couldn't help but lower her head and chuckle softly. At that time, Sheng Nan had been so angry upon hearing those words that her cheeks turned red, and she had retorted, "You just wait, I will definitely take first place," before storming off angrily.

Li Xiao licked his lips; the issue now was no longer whether the infrasonic animal repellent was expensive or not.

"Then why did you run all the way to this martial arts arena? This isn't a good place," Yang Chen asked.

Ye Zuixin frowned, gathered her composure, and directly entered the medical ring space. She simply could not believe that there would actually be a dragon inside this medical ring.

Too lazy to deal with the trouble, Li Xiao simply put his own name on all the composition, lyric writing, and arrangement.

"These people should all be genuine psychiatric patients. I wonder if they will be affected," Daoist Priest Lian looked around, a hint of worry showing on his face.

"You can't do it, let me." At this point, Zacian finally couldn't bear to watch any longer. Transforming into a dog, it held the sacred sword in its mouth, and with a few swift slashes, it finally chopped off a component.

The three of them designated their routes and began searching outward in a radial pattern, while Yang Yuan went straight to Lu Zihou's office.

The few people in the hall did not disturb him, but aside from Xiao Yi and the other person who were completely immersed in happiness for Qingfeng, Xiao Chucong and the other two, who were also watching Qingfeng, each had their own thoughts.

At the same time, this was also meant to bring external trouble to the Silver Dragon Empire. The eldest princes of both the Demon and Monster clans had died at the hands of He Qingfan, and their heads had even been brought to the Silver Dragon Empire. What kind of signal was this? Huangfu Huihong must be cursing up a storm right now.

Gu Feiyun saw Hanxue getting out of the car still chatting and laughing with Ye Fan. As a member of a collateral branch of the family, did this fellow Ye Fan actually expect to lay a hand on a swan? Gu Feiyun felt extremely dissatisfied in his heart. However, being naturally proud, even though he was discontented, he had to put up a front and pretend to be completely disdainful.

Upon hearing this, Dongling felt a sudden surge of joy in her heart and hurried to follow. Muxiang had truly not expected Dongling to be so daring, and she was terrified that Dongling might cause some kind of trouble.

After hearing Gu Chen's words, Yan Yi reacted as if the hand gripping his lapel had been electrocuted. She quickly pulled it back.

"That is a very good question!" Feng Guang nudged the sundial next to him with his elbow, signaling him to answer.

Besides, her happiness was him; now that the person had run away, her happiness had run off with him as well, so what happiness was there left to speak of?

After the two walked out of the nightclub, Jiang Chengce habitually sat in the driver's seat of the Dodge Viper, only to be yanked right back out by Su Youqing.

Fuji Yuuta watched his older sister welcome China over so affectionately. Older sister, didn't you see me at all? He felt just like a transparent person.

Chen Rong still wore a bewildered expression, though she was sneering inwardly: They make it sound as if I'm under some massive obligation to them. All the expenses in my courtyard are covered entirely by myself—how could I possibly not know about this?

Huangfu Yan looked at the "He Qingfan" who had jumped up and said with a smile. Glancing sideways at Huangfu Huan's expression, she noticed that there was initially a hint of surprise, but gradually the expression turned cold, glaring unkindly at "He Qingfan."

The Five Sacred Mountains Sect was a top-tier major sect in the Primordial Continent, with countless disciples and no shortage of talented individuals. How could a mere outsider be qualified to win their favor? The inevitable result would be getting bruised and battered.

"If I wanted to kill her like this, why go to all that trouble beforehand? Wouldn't that make me look like a complete idiot!" Muttering these silent grievances to himself, Yang Long finally made his decision, loosening his grip and sparing Matilda Warren from death.

Even for beings with extremely long lifespans, reaching the fifteenth tier was no easy task. Those possessing such strength were without exception iron-fisted figures controlling major powers on one side, and they would certainly never become slaves in such an inexplicable manner.

In Zhongnanhai, Beijing, President Song Jiaoren personally chaired a plenary meeting of the National Defense and Military Commission, which was currently underway in a tense atmosphere. Everyone present was a pillar of the Chinese government, and the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy and solemn.

Basically, all the profits of Ludao Fashion from last year and the first half of this year had been poured into advertising, which in turn bought everything they had today. Fortunately, it was all worth it; now they could reap over three hundred million in profits every month! Everything they had invested would be earned back several-fold, a dozen-fold, or even tens of fold.

In the past, many well-known scientists and powerful organizations had specifically studied this issue, offering various explanations and theoretical foundations, yet none of them had ever been widely accepted.

Dali rummaged through his pockets and drawers, only to tragically remember that the money he had left after resigning was only enough for three months. Damn it, he had been having too much fun playing games and doing quests lately and completely forgot about this.

At this moment, even Bonaka couldn't help but perk up her ears. Although she had spent a full year living alongside Zhan Xiange, her understanding of his past, especially his emotional world, remained exceedingly scarce.

Qiyue shrugged helplessly and said, "Then I have no choice, Tingting." He exchanged a meaningful look with Wen Ting.

Even for hidden aristocratic families like theirs, Heaven-rank cultivation manuals and secret scrolls were rare and precious strategic resources. Such a promise from Qin Huang could truly be called a generous gift of monumental proportions! It was even sufficient to influence the family's future political attitude toward the Bright Moon Star Sea.

At this moment, when this Unity-stage expert detected Ji Kao's aura, a flash of murderous intent instantly appeared in his eyes. Without concealing his immense cultivation base, his speed erupted violently, transforming into a rainbow that pierced the heavens and heading straight for Ji Kao.