Chapter 150: Caught?

Lu Ming returned from his phone call and sat down. Lian Youyou asked, "I imagine you have plenty of official business to attend to?"

"If I wanted to deal with all my work, it would never end," Lu Ming replied with a smile, looking at her. "Don't think too much about it. You have your graduation photos this afternoon. This will be the first time we've ever taken a photo together."

"..."

Reminded by Lu Ming, Lian Youyou realized that they had known each other for nearly a year, yet they truly had never taken a single photograph together.

It was ironic that their first joint photo would be a graduation portrait.

...

This was Lian Youyou's final memento of Binhai University, and likewise, it was Lu Ming's final souvenir from the institution.

"You..."

No one knew where he came from; they only knew that after his arrival, the village gained a new pig butcher. Everyone called him "Savage Butcher" because of his fierce and terrifying appearance.

"Mr. Gu, Mrs. Gu." With those words, he nodded toward them, then hurried away, clutching his teacup.

Jiafengmu placed the finished dishes on a cart, which Highland, having somehow accepted this duty, pushed out.

Prime Minister Lu sat in his chair, his face ashen, his breathing ragged; he had yet to fully recover from the earlier agitation.

Meng Tianyi and Qin Shuihan rested for a while in Heifeng's space and, after consuming healing pills, had already recovered significantly.

"That is the Immortal Mansion of the Nine Flames Immortal Emperor. With such a temptation, who would be willing to leave?" Another voice chimed in.

Zhou Luting slowly loosened her grip on his wrist. Feeling that something was amiss, she wondered why she had done that; she herself had not anticipated her own actions or words.

Lin Xixi, finding it strange that Sui Kexin had gone upstairs but not returned to her room, felt a rush of panic and immediately went to other rooms to search for her.

"Are you insane? If you don't have the surgery now, you might..." Blindness, falling into an eternal sleep, or worse—the words reached her lips but were swallowed back down.

The musician surnamed Lu did not take offense. He simply nodded and continued, "I know that none of you lack martial skill and that you are all highly regarded by your respective masters and seniors."

Admittedly, his actions might very well lead to the destruction of this shelter, but this so-called "Spirit-Controlling Family" had brought it upon themselves.

Reflecting on this, Yan Yun could not help but admire Lu Jing's temperament. After all, what young person does not crave fame and glory? There are very few who possess peerless martial arts yet can still endure such solitude.

Luo Miaorou panicked and nearly blurted out the truth, but fortunately, she reacted in time and used the excuse of "gaining experience."

What a sturdy staff! The sensation of his fist colliding with the staff left Su Ye in awe. To enhance magical damage, staves were rarely forged from such incredibly hard materials.

A stinging sensation washed over him, bringing with it a deep sense of humiliation. The monk did not notice Han Han staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down his face, his body trembling violently. Yet, the other party remained heartless, indifferent, leaving him unable to sleep throughout the night.

Perhaps they could be hired on a long-term basis by the month; regardless, they worked every day and were paid a monthly salary.

Tong Tang felt discouraged. She had played what she considered her strongest hand, yet it had failed to achieve the desired effect. There was little hope for the remaining cards.

The atmosphere became incredibly awkward. Aside from agreeing to the request, Fang Yi'ai had no better options. Under his repeated calls, Shen An finally emerged carrying a soup basin.

What was happening! I couldn't move. I had wanted to run out the door, but my body moved on its own, as if possessed.

The imperial city was surrounded by walls nearly a hundred meters high and ten thousand meters long. Outside the walls lay a moat over fifty meters wide.

Faced with this supreme killing move from the Creator, Qin Mu dodged a few times, but seeing no way to evade it, he attempted to use an earth-burrowing technique to enter the sea of sand and escape.

"Hu Yao, come to the front. Why are you hiding in the back? Qi Laosan, come over here too!" The old village chief, having just taken a sip from his water cup, gestured for Hu Yao and Qi Gujia to come forward. These two were the village's "gods of wealth," and everyone greeted them in unison. The two men, having no choice, stepped forward and sat not far from the old man.