Chapter 61 "Don't pull her!"

The wooden gate of the small courtyard was pushed open. A man wearing a black baseball cap walked in slowly, his dark pupils gazing at her in silence.

Yu Leng was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

This was under a 360-degree, dead-angle-free surveillance camera; couldn't he exercise some restraint?

Feeling a slight flush on her cheeks, Yu Leng picked up two thin bamboo strips and busied herself with them, hoping to ease her awkwardness.

Su Han pondered for a moment and said, "Houses that people are so reluctant to rent out must have fantastic conditions. If we were to move in, it just wouldn't feel right no matter how I look at it."

Struggling in anxiety for quite a while, Su Han finally made a somewhat reluctant decision. "Teacher Ren, thank you, but I really have no appetite right now. You should leave. I doubt this house will sell today anyway, so there's no need for you to stay here either."

Yet no matter what, Wang Jiu's life-saving divine skill was finally unleashed, reappearing in the world ten thousand years after the end of the War between Immortals and Demons, saving the descendant of the former Immortal Venerable.

"This is the price list. Have a look at what you'd like to learn," the intermediate warrior said smoothly, handing over a sheet of paper outlining the different fees for various skills.

Su Han turned back and said with immense dissatisfaction, "Teacher Ren, why must you do this? Can't you put yourself in my shoes and consider things from my perspective?" As she spoke, tears threatened to fall once more, and she quickly turned away to wipe them with her hand.

Feng Wangge shoved aside Qian Moling with such force that it almost knocked him flat onto the ground.

Every single one of these primordial fragments was immensely powerful. God knows how long it took the people from Duma, the Gene Guild, and the research institutes to gather them all here.

Luo Lie lay flat on the ground, panting with lingering fear, drenched in cold sweat and feeling utterly exhausted without an ounce of strength left. He had just experienced the transition from utter despair to the return of his soul.

Gao Ming stood frozen in place for a long time without moving. Only then did he suddenly realize that he was currently facing a massive crisis.

"Even if we don't come out, are we just going to hide here forever?" Xie Yeyu felt a deep conflict within his heart.

To endure cold and hunger in a blind pursuit of spiritual needs was, in the old libationer's eyes, sheer foolishness.

What happened that day was also due to Ruan Qingyu's impulsiveness, and since she had injured Cui Bin as well, there had been no contact between them ever since.

Seeing the opponents' posture from the defensive tower, Xiao Mo knew instantly that his previous words had accomplished very little. The enemy had only been stirred up temporarily before their unrest was ultimately suppressed. However, the seed had already been sown; it was simply a matter of finding the right method to make it sprout and grow.

Lando's performance in other matches was quite ordinary, with his scoring fluctuating around 15 points. His other statistics were also mediocre, with rebounds and assists popping up only occasionally—with the sole exception of his 40-plus point game against Linhe No. 2 High School.

The monk spoke with absolute righteousness and a heroic air, yet only Shen Lian had witnessed his bloodshot eyes earlier when he was going crazy trying to scratch off scratch-cards.

"Qi Lanyey! How about a game?" Zhang Ruifan picked up the basketball, tossing it up and down as he cast a provocative gaze toward Qi Lanyey.

Turning around, Cao Yu suddenly unleashed his full might. With a wide-open roar, a roaring torrent surged forth, assaulting in all directions. The river blazed fiercely, fueled by the endless burning of true yuan.

Xiao Mo had no intention of launching a frontal assault on Shrimp Island, as that would be a loss outweighing the gain. With the territory's population growing slowly, they simply could not afford such attrition.

High in the air, a voice exploded like rolling thunder. Before the sound had fully faded, someone had already made a move. Clearly, these people came from the factions of the renowned battle generals; knowing the rules, they naturally wanted to strike first.

She looked toward the slowly moving sun, raised a hand to block some of the glare, narrowed her eyes slightly, and then broke into a radiant smile.