Chapter 63: It Has to Be This Way
After Lin Lu finished speaking, she brushed past Wen Caiqing and walked away.
Su Jinyuan returned with lunch and, seeing Wen Caiqing from afar, walked over. The gradually receding figure ahead struck him with a sense of familiarity.
“Who is that?” he asked, looking at Lin Lu’s departing silhouette.
Wen Caiqing replied casually, “A student dancing at Dreamweaver.”
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The men from Dragonhawk were responsible for security and had already surveyed the area. But when nearly a few hundred people appeared around the school, followed by thirty or forty vehicles, they grew tense.
A sharp glint flashed in Flower Shadow’s enchanting eyes. Then, like an eagle spreading its wings, she leapt forward; her pale figure flashed in the air, and all the crowd saw was a fleeting shadow weaving across the stage. In the next instant, she had already appeared before Murong Zheng.
Yet Sun Liangcai’s words held some truth—the world is vast, and if you have money, you should see it. Now that Meng Qian had both money and ample time, there was a saying circulating online about true wealth: skiing in Switzerland in the morning, lunching in France at noon, swimming in the Caribbean by afternoon. Such days are indeed idyllic.
“Excellent! Master Gu’s words are absolutely right. To prevent another disgrace like Xianyu Chen from tarnishing the name of our Immortal Sect, my military office suggests we arrest Xing Yi immediately for thorough questioning!” Zhong Ying swept his gaze around, eyes wide, and called out in a fervent tone.
As mentioned before, Daba City was the most important city on the western border of Dongguotuo. Should Xiguotuo invade, or Dongguotuo launch an attack, Daba would serve as a crucial military base.
“Elder Li, please permit me to return to Blackrock Mountain for a period. I have urgent business to attend to…” Tu Chi gazed at the imposing and authoritative Li Cang, pacing before him, feeling a surge of apprehension in his heart. He had indeed been too rash just now—how could the other possibly allow him to leave?
Their opponent was no ordinary university student; his ruthlessness was enough to unnerve even a seasoned thug with blood on his hands. The endless, bizarre tactics employed left him with no strength to resist whatsoever.
Their eyes met—one pair as beautiful as peach blossoms, luminous as glass; the other dazed with intoxication, eyes misty and alluring.
The other man, however, unlike the other disciples who dressed as monks, wore martial attire. At first glance, he was indistinguishable from any ordinary wanderer of the martial world. He sported a jet-black goatee on his chin and his skin had a bluish tinge, giving him an odd appearance.
At that moment, Ji Bai suddenly appeared at the classroom door. Since we got back together, Ji Bai really did seem gentler than before.
The red glow around the arena slowly faded, and the platform once more sank into the ground, vanishing without a trace.
The Crimson Flame Lion King, a peerless beast at the pinnacle of the Imperial Realm and a powerhouse among monsters, was still nothing before the Evil Dragon Lord—like an infant gazing up at a dragon.
Meanwhile, Cong Yi’s Purefist struck the head of Captain Mars, leaving him dizzy and unable to stand, collapsing to the ground clutching his forehead.
For now, Han Ge refrained from saying his full name. The crowd here was too dense; revealing his identity would mean he, Lin Ziyou, and Zhao Qingcheng would immediately be swallowed up by the masses.
As soon as Song Cheng got off the car and saw the entrance to the base, he rushed straight in without a glance at the sentries standing guard.
“It’s fine, do you know Fuxi? My master is a powerful one too!” Cong Yi said to the system with a smile.
Watching Ouyang Hao descend into utter madness, Gu Wei felt a sudden chill run through him. From that moment on, he abandoned any thought of competing with Ouyang Hao. He realized that in terms of cunning, he was no match for Ouyang Hao, and in terms of methods, he was nothing but a nobody before him.