Chapter 60: Xu Qingling Endorses Poisonous Dog Food

Lin Yaoyao carried a plate of leftover chicken bones, intending to dump them into the dog bowl to feed the dog, when she saw Xu Qingling step ahead of her, opening a bag of dog food and pouring it directly into the bowl.

She frowned and asked Xu Qingling bluntly, "Why are you here again?"

She had no affection for Xu Qingling whatsoever. Especially after discovering last night that the majority of the cyberbullies attacking her were actually Xu Qingling's fans, her hatred for Xu Qingling had grown even deeper.

Xu Qingling glanced at the cameraman and flashed a smile toward the lens.

Gasps of astonishment erupted all around. The numerous outer sect disciples who had just made way were utterly shocked—to think someone actually dared to go head-on against Hong Bao!

Moreover, that person was even more shameless than she had imagined, shifting the blame first and casting her as the ultimate culprit!

Ye Fan frowned. The car he drove was by no means shabby, easily worth one or two million, enough to buy ten Buicks without a problem. Besides, this road led directly to high-end residential areas in the capital like the Luminary Community.

It was far from easy. She had triggered a trap and almost lost her life. At the mere thought of the dense swarm of venomous snakes lurking within the pit, the white cat's fur stood completely on end.

Lin Yueyun, however, had no heart to entertain him. Slumped in his chair, he closed his eyes to rest. In order to deal with Tao Yueyue, a single strike had consumed over half of his mental energy, leaving him with a lingering headache that had yet to subside.

However, these two groups also held certain advantages. Setting aside the top sixteen, other academies had their own rankings, and the outcome of each match awarded corresponding points. Playing an extra match could potentially elevate their standing.

Listening to the various voices echoing through his earpiece, Yang Yue's expression eased slightly. He paced back and forth a few times, took out his phone, and dialed Number Three's number.

As for the fundamental reason why Sect Master Guo Qijing issued this decree, it was actually triggered by the return of Ye Zhen, Caiyi, and the others to the sect.

Meng Yunyi froze for a moment. Today's Chu Cong seemed somewhat different; he had shed his aggressive hostility and appeared to have reverted to the gentle and courteous Prince Rui of the past, even carrying a rare trace of vulnerability.

Bai Ruhua struggled to fly to the peak of the ten-thousand-foot snowy mountain, gazing at the magnificent snowfields stretching for thousands of miles. Mount Kunlun was visible just within reach, as though even the Luotian Sacred Water used for alchemy was close at hand yet worlds apart.

Just as Yuan Wei and his three companions were swaggeringly preparing to continue their stroll, Hu Rou actually tracked them down.

At that moment, Hua Mian felt an overwhelming wave of exhaustion. Finally unable to hold on, her head tilted, and she collapsed into Lingyue's arms, falling fast asleep.

Before her words could fully fade, nine massive tentacular branches lashed out toward Shi Quan. He could barely handle one, let alone nine. In a single encounter, Shi Quan's limbs and neck were each snared by a tentacle, while the remaining four took turns slapping him across the face.

"It's so good to see you!" Shi Quan did not know what else to say. He patted Li Xiaoshang's back, those five words encapsulating too much emotion. Unable to bear pushing away the heartbreakingly sobbing Li Xiaoshang, he simply let her emotions pour out.

A sudden realization struck me of the [Dark Spirit Swordsman] hidden class bestowed upon me by the system prompt the very second the server launched. Could this be the hidden race and special class that Lin Haoxue mentioned?

Upon arriving in Fuzhou, Zhang Yizhen first met with disaster, followed by Liu Hanyuan's poisoning. Wang Hou and the Lily Fairy then forced their way into the Wanshi Society, overwhelming the three top masters of Fujian and the leader of the Jishan Sect. On February tenth, the fleet reached Heping Port in Changle, only to witness an old nun seeking revenge on Zheng He. The death of the old nun and her tragic background stirred profound sorrow.

Deep within the tranquil pool, the once-in-a-millennium dead-water tide had flooded twice within a single century, and this time it was even more violent than the one Yuan Wei had witnessed when he first entered the pool a hundred years before.

Now he was left with nothing. Under the open moonlit sky, he could only lean against a towering tree behind him, awaiting the arrival of dawn and the return of Huan-Ting.

Yin Ruoxue slammed her teacup heavily onto the table, sending tea splashing everywhere. Seeing her flare up in anger once again, Tong Niuer was so frightened that he immediately rose, wanting to flee.

"I don't know. I suppose that question should be put to the audience, to see whether they prefer old timers like us or wish to show some support for street performers," the King said in a bantering tone, though anyone could perceive the underlying disdain in his words.