Volume 1, Chapter 50: Enrollment

The morning sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a warm glow on Li Shu He’s face. She sat in the front passenger seat, clutching tightly to an acceptance letter from the Capital City University.

It seemed Iriniya had some way of keeping a roughly thirty-yard radius around her free from any fog. Thus, the area they followed remained within that range.

Luo Yi Jiu, feeling bored, glanced up at Zhu Yufeng with eyes that silently asked, "Why haven’t you left yet?"

Suddenly, Gu An’an grabbed Wang Qi’s hand with one hand, then struck her face with the other. The sharp slap echoed clearly, leaving a distinct palm print on Wang Qi’s cheek.

This battle didn’t require sniping the enemy’s strongest fighters. If they brought along Shehun, his combat effectiveness would be halved in close quarters. After careful consideration, Xing Luo decided to take Yufeng instead.

Their reproductive organs were all located in their abdomens, which was safer and more secure, having little to do with the lower body.

“That’s quite an impressive magic,” Redna remarked before beginning her own spell, while Harzhan Oakheart simultaneously launched another of his magics.

They had the ability to deceive you, causing you to never find friends or direction in this place forever.

Xing Luo and Liang Bing each pulled out a chair from the shadow realm and lounged lazily, waiting to hear what they had to say first.

Yet all these efforts were met only with distrust from their own kin, cold mockery from the Xiao family.

Molin harbored similar desires and felt no guilt over secretly reading Van Gogh’s letter. He sensed a foreboding omen deep within.

This retreat lasted a full ten years before he gained entry into the Way of the Dao. Then it took another five years of profound insight to perfect his mastery of the Way of Power.

It was a scene that shook hearts and instilled terror. The gods of the Lin family looked ashen. Lin Tianyu’s death meant the Lin family’s glory was forever lost.

Throughout this palace, metal targets were set up everywhere, with many students practicing archery here.

The Demon Emperor snorted coldly and commanded his demon army to advance en masse, wielding the ferocious might of demonic power as they pressed the frontline.

Reporters attending the Academy Awards ceremony watched the recent farce unfold with eyes shining brightly.

Ling Duyu and Hu Meier, known as the Blue Butterfly, wandered the streets for a while. Around seven o’clock, they returned to the Mucheng Grand Hotel. As they reached the car, Zhu Qingshan approached them.

“Thank you, Your Excellency, for your guidance and help! I...” Galadmos was moved, truly feeling that Strongbori genuinely cared for him.

Li Damao was displeased as he followed Xi Qiaoqiao to the Ling Tian Supermarket. Between lodging and meals, he had already spent over three thousand. He felt it wasn’t worth it and decided not to pay out of his own pocket while shopping.

Baili Dengfeng cast a teasing glance at the crowd eager for entertainment, smiled coldly, then slowly strode out of the city gate.

“You lot aren’t worth more than a few fairy stones. How about I find you some work to do?” Ling Duyu said, stroking his chin as he addressed the dozen or so people.

Ye Qingcheng cried out suddenly, waking from her dream. Opening her eyes to the still-sleeping man before her, tears wetted her cheeks once again.

Ah Jiu had just beaten Ning Fei when his elder brother sent Eunuch Fuxi to summon him. Ah Jiu didn’t even bother to look at Ning Fei; with a flick of his sleeve, he followed Eunuch Fuxi into the palace.