Chapter 53: Too Narrow-Minded, Syle!

"Yaoyao, you've had a tough year..." He Miao's voice choked with emotion. "Everyone was overjoyed when they heard you got into University A."

This "everyone," of course, referred to all the students in Class 1, Grade 12 of Nebula High School.

Looking at He Miao like this, Sakura Yaoyao suddenly realized something.

"Wow, then what if we go swap Japan's Mount Fuji over, hang the Five-Star Red Flag on it, and turn it into Chinese territory from now on? Wouldn't that be awesome?" Fan Lingling certainly had strong political ambitions.

"Then there is even less need to transfer her out." Xi Feifei stood up, crossing her arms as she paced around the office, talking to herself.

If someone with this pure Yin physique wanted to survive, they required a person with a pure Yang physique to help clear all the meridians throughout their body, or someone who practiced solar arts to help dredge the meridians; only then could they barely prolong their life for a few years.

Bathed in these rays, all the heavenly demons began to go mad, roaring and wreaking havoc. Even the members of the World-Extinction faction could not help but shield their eyes with their hands; these white rays of light, resembling raging flames, could easily blind anyone who looked straight at them.

What Xiao Zhan needed right now was time to complete the "Origin Curse" and establish contact with Yinuo's avatar by Uncle Qin's side.

The Primordial Finger pointed even more urgently, and the Primordial Light became so densely packed it was countless, forming a screen of light before his eyes while black mist billowed upward. The density of the Primordial Light already surpassed that during his fits of madness, yet Luo Dong seemed to relish it, letting out soft hums from time to time.

"Aren't they cultivators?" Ling Feng asked in surprise. Ning Xuan nodded, and only then did Ling Feng understand why Ning Xuan compared them to cultivators. "For martial artists to possess such strength is truly extraordinary." Ling Feng nodded in appreciation.

The slender figure radiated a faint, sacred glow, untainted by a single speck of worldly dust in this filthy, blood-soaked place.

Riding the wave of his intoxication, Zhao Feng began lecturing Chen Long like a stern parent, his tone sounding utterly absurd.

With that, she let out a tinkling, flirtatious laugh, revealing the astonishingly full and heaving swells at her chest, which were simply striking to the extreme. Not only Xiao Ding, who was flushed with anger and embarrassment, but even the gazes of Xiao Yi and Xiao Jian were firmly drawn toward them.

Lu An's heart was not actually as calm as he appeared, but he ate spirit crystals every day without experiencing any such miraculous effects.

Hearing this, the soldiers hurriedly lowered their heads or turned around, not daring to look at me again.

"Why has the Master come over at this hour?" Nangong Yunrang instantly resumed his usual gentle demeanor, as if nothing had just happened.

Leaving the Princess Manor, the surroundings grew noisy as many commoners followed along to watch the commotion and join in the fun, especially since copper coins were being scattered along the way by the procession... However, because guards escorted them both front and rear, the journey proceeded smoothly without any chaos.

The five main rooms of the second courtyard had been knocked through into a single flower-hall. Sometimes, if male guests or male servants had matters to report, they could make their statements here, which was also a convenient arrangement to avoid suspicion. The eastern and western side-courtyards were connected to this second courtyard via moon gates.

Yao Zheng had not participated in any missions lately; he had previously been consolidating his cultivation realm, and now that it was stabilized, he was pondering how to enter the Dao.

The appearance of the purple-eyed black snake could hardly be called pretty; it was even somewhat ferocious, and the white bird instinctively hid behind the white merman's feet.

Even for them now, they didn't need to worry about their faces aging for the next thirty years.

Besides, although she had tried to harm me time and again, I kept remembering the kindness she had shown me when I first arrived, and could not bear to bring about her death.

"I'm not asking about those who are already dead. Are there any living Frenchmen and Soviets? You better tell the truth, or you'll be sorry later," Vida said, tossing him a cigarette.