Chapter 84: Poor in Wit, Worse in Deed
“This afternoon, I saw how fast you ran. Are you interested in training for track or sprints? Maybe even hurdles? Otherwise, it would be a waste of your talent,” Ye Cheng teased, folding his arms.
A muffled laugh escaped, as several men behind the burly fellow hurriedly covered their mouths.
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Yet she had only gently declined his offer, not rejected it outright, hoping to place their brighter futures together in the same university.
As the grandson of Dr. Damu, Qinglu was naturally gifted in cultivating spirits—this ability to “nurture” could almost be seen as a supernatural power.
“Her thread is not complete; there are cracks upon it. Use your flames to feel it closely,” Wang Ze, a thousand-year sorcerer, instantly perceived the flaws in Yun Nian’s red thread.
It was only when nothing remained in his sight but that single letter that he finally picked it up.
The counter was the face and pride of the antique shop. All the shop’s finest treasures and signature pieces were displayed there, in the most prominent spot.
Likewise, when used for defense, it would naturally form a kind of supernatural field, clinging to Kirlia’s body and enhancing its special defense.
“You truly are a stubborn child. In that case, go die for me.” The guardian beast, its patience spent, bared its dreadful jaws and lunged for Suyun’s throat.
As he left the cafeteria, he kept glancing around, hoping to find Sheng Xijiang and speak to him in advance. But unexpectedly, there was no sign of him at all—neither Sheng Xijiang nor Zhou Sese or even the children could be seen.
Dahua played with her younger siblings at the village entrance. She was a good child, taking great care of the two new arrivals.
She sensed the terrifying pressure emerging before her, and a feeling of unprecedented crisis arose in her heart.
Just as he reached the gate, Old Huang, the security guard—a decent man in his fifties—recognized Chen Feng and greeted him warmly.
Fang Junhang had spent so long in Harbor City and had encountered many powerful spirits, yet never one quite like this.
If one truly ventured deep into the wild mountains, being devoured by wild dogs or boars was entirely possible.
Gu Qiao pursed her lips. Her godmother’s collection was indeed filled with rare treasures, many of which were coveted by collectors and would never be sold, no matter the price.
Her hair was damp with sweat. Though she had no prior experience, she understood well enough what would happen if this continued.
He still vividly remembered the confident look on his face when he first arrived, saying, “Since the production team has given me this chance, I want to try and challenge myself. It’s better if we split up. I’ll go on ahead.” Then, without a backward glance, he had left.
Gu Xingyue kept her head low, diligently scrubbing dirty dishes. There was still a mountain left beside her, as if no matter how hard she worked, she would never reach the end.
This much was clear—from the moment Xu Kai sent the video to Yi Chunhua and arranged for Li Tieshi to frame Zhongyi face-to-face, one could see the clues.
It was now nine fifty-eight. Shen Yubai was already prepared, and the staff had started letting fans in early.
Zhang Bingqi naturally agreed to hide for a while, since right now he was tucked beneath the large desk in the general manager’s office—a secluded spot, rarely visited, and relatively safe.
She was grouped with Angela—their role was support and coordination; Logan and Constantine were assigned to offense and reserve, while Lei Rui and Diana formed the main assault team.
As for Jingdong, the company was certainly willing to participate, but at present, Jingdong was in a phase of aggressive recruitment. We had to secure the most advantageous policies possible.