Volume 1, Chapter 63: Whose Child is Jiang Shan's?

Shanshan, you are bleeding!

Shen Zhi cried out in alarm, immediately covering her mouth in fright.

Such alchemical creations were hardly rare; one could even call them ordinary. Not to mention others, Tang Bai himself was currently capable of producing similar alchemical artifacts. The ring embedded with the Apparition curse that he had previously given to Catherine was already proof of this.

The father, driven to anger by embarrassment, began to lecture his son, muttering all the way, while the mother rushed to defend him, and the family argued to their heart's content.

Pearl stared at the carriage in a daze for a moment, but at Tang Bai's invitation, she finally stepped inside. The moment she entered, she too marvelled at the extraordinary nature of the carriage. Following her inside, the vampires also widened their eyes one by one.

As soon as Daoist Fire Spirit uttered these words, Wu Yun's eyes widened sharply. He had not expected his master to make such an arrangement, and casting a sidelong glance at Han Feng, a look of resentment and anger appeared on his face.

Cradling Qin Yanran in his arms, Su Lin discovered that she was completely soaked through as well. Her dress clung tightly to her body, outlining the curves of her chest. Yet Qin Yanran seemed to have already fallen unconscious, battered by the torrential rain just moments before, lying limply in Su Lin's embrace, utterly uncaring of the world.

The spiritual sword in Han Feng's palm flashed with a brilliant light. The spiritual power surging within his body became so uncontrollably excited that he leapt up, hurtling straight toward the Crimson Spirit Grass.

Naturally, if Su Lin had worn that expression while looking at her, Han Xiao Xiao felt that she certainly wouldn't have been so angry, and would instead have felt a slight sense of secret delight.

The previous deep trench digging, meticulously guarding against the charges of Cao's cavalry on the mountain, was nothing more than a last resort, an attempt to use a formidable formation to strike fear into the Cao army so they would not dare to launch a rash and forceful assault.

Moreover, every single one of those Fortune Global 500 enterprises had the shadow of educational institutions behind them. Otherwise, who would be so foolish as to squeeze their heads to enter the education industry, seeing that the Ministry of Education required them to invest a minimum of three million currency units into every single student?

Song Ling stood nearby, adding fuel to the fire and fanning the flames. His mission was to make Gu Yiyang despise Su Lin, and it was clear that his objective had been achieved.

After a long while, Ding Qi finally walked over toward Cheng Yang holding three cups of beverages, though her expression was visibly wilted. She silently placed the drinks meant for Cheng Yang and Qiao Yan in front of them, then picked up her own, inserted the straw, and took a large, defiant gulp as if acting out of spite.

Cheng Yang raised her head and gazed straight ahead. She saw a large red arrow pointing forward right before her eyes. Subsequently, Cheng Yang shifted her gaze to the teammates beside her. At that moment, they too were staring straight ahead with solemn expressions, clearly captivated by the spectacle before them.

Although she possessed a system at her disposal, she could not rely on it indefinitely; she knew that only knowledge truly learned would remain her own. Therefore, she studied with immense diligence, absorbing new knowledge like a sponge soaking up water as frantically as possible.

Just as her heart was weighed down with gloom, she heard the humming roar of a vehicle's engine. Raising her gaze, Xia Mian saw a silver-white McLaren blocking her path right in front of her car.

Next, the physician inserted a needle into his hand and infused some sort of medicinal liquid from a bottle. Within the span of a single breath, he lapsed back into unconsciousness.

Instead of entering the fire exit directly, she lowered her head and walked out of the emergency ward. Xia Mian stepped into the elevator, descended to the basement level, and then walked up one floor via the emergency stairwell.

Actually, come to think of it, the supply chains of major manufacturers were already extremely well-established, and they would not rely on domestic manufacturers for flash memory chips.