Volume One, Chapter 73: Scheming, Sharp-Tongued, and Ruthless...

"Young lady, what do you think of Feng Yizhou as a man?" The old man gently put his shovel down on the ground, his movements unhurried, then looked at Li Ruochu with keen interest.

What kind of man was Feng Yizhou?

By all rights, withdrawing before an exam should have caused a stir, yet the hall was eerily silent, as if everyone had expected it, no one at all surprised.

Shi Chen's back slumped as he stubbed out his cigarette. When he straightened again, it was without the proud bearing he once had.

Zhou Heiya had long grown accustomed to such things. As long as matters didn’t go too far, the teachers generally turned a blind eye.

"I don't want to! Tang Yu, I don't want to have children!" Song Zhixing followed behind him, protesting loudly, but her mood was rather cheerful. Marriage and children were still a distant prospect, but dating—she was more than happy for that.

When the staff had been lengthened from two meters to three, and its diameter had grown from the width of a cup to that of a bowl, Jialong finally grabbed the reinforced staff, his eyes blazing as he glared at Kolot.

Tang Wei was not skilled at lying. Once exposed, his lips pressed into a thin line and he couldn't force out another word.

The people of the Twelfth Bureau carried a pride that others found unfathomable. Holding fast to their creed—“Whoever offends Huaxia shall be punished, no matter how far”—they could not tolerate enemies swaggering across their land. Outmatched or not, they would always respond to a threat.

Of course, what worried him even more was that Su Xingxing had the nerve to run off with him, and just as much nerve to stir up trouble wherever she went.

"Your Majesty, how many troops do you intend for Su Cen to take? Have you already told him?" Unable to hold back, Wei Zhao finally asked.

At present, though, the situation looked entirely favorable. Su Ke glanced at the clock instinctively; less than two minutes remained before the class would officially begin.

Yu Ling saw the officials rushing over again. There was no time to worry about anything else—she hurried to Luo Shiqing’s side and, finding her still asleep, promptly woke her up.

"If I let you out, what do I gain? If you go back on your word, won’t I be inviting disaster?" Xiao Fan sensed that the aura radiating from this demon beast was even more intense than that of the Demon Emperor, the Eight-Tailed Heavenly Fox—surely, its cultivation was above the Nirvana stage.

It was already midday, and restaurants had begun to bustle. The two of them picked a place at random, went upstairs to a window seat, ordered a few dishes and a pot of wine, and started to drink. The auction wouldn’t begin until evening; there was still plenty of time.

Helian Yanran softly recited the sword technique he had taught her, again and again, until she gradually calmed herself. Without him, she still had the Helian clan to carry on, and the prosperity of the “World’s Number One Merchant” would have to be her responsibility to sustain for a long time to come.

If not for his character being so impossibly handsome, Chu Yun thought, this gesture of his could easily become a meme of Erkang’s iconic expression—only with a touch of celestial elegance.

They first examined Lin Xiaoxiao’s hands and feet, then took out a stethoscope to listen, and began to discuss quietly among themselves.

Once Lin Xiaoxiao’s evening flower delivery assignment was settled, she stayed in the shop all day. If there were any outside orders to fill, it was always either Zhai Junyi or An Zinan who went—she was determined to cling to the comfort of the air conditioning.

So Lin Luo decided this must be some advanced insight skill that granted him an extra edge: he could check a target’s condition, then—relying on his gaming prowess—analyze how to treat injuries or cure poisoning, and so on.

Watching Mo Jin still trying to struggle and escape, Yuan Lie pressed her firmly beneath him, not permitting her the slightest chance to get away.