Chapter 110: Comparing Formations to Mobile Phones

“By the way, Vice Dean Lin, where is Dean Guan? Why didn’t he lead the team here?” An academy dean who was on good terms with Vice Dean Lin took the initiative to change the topic.

Xiao Xiao silently nodded. Indeed, she couldn’t quite say what she liked about him, but whenever he was around, she felt secure and at ease. She wondered if that counted as liking someone.

High-grade seventh-rank pills were indeed precious, but in Ruan Feng’s eyes, they were not enough to reward Ximen Zhuoxue for his recent achievements.

The instant they made contact, it was as if an electric current surged through their bodies. The world before their eyes suddenly shifted, streaks of light flashing past, and everything they saw transformed instantly.

What was even stranger was that the kidnappers didn’t even know if she had a child. They simply assumed the child was hers. Wasn’t that quite odd? At that moment, Xiao Yue suddenly recalled something she had discovered during a phone call that morning.

“What, is he very famous?” Commander Long asked with surprise, noticing the stunned expressions on the three faces.

Because the moment they entered, she had clearly sensed a bloodthirsty killing intent from this young man that didn’t match his age.

Han Ye spoke as he pulled a luxurious military tent from the spatial button. After setting it up, the bed was comfortable, the room warm, as if they were inside a proper house.

Before he could revel in his pride for long, another wet head emerged from the sea—none other than Vice Dean Lin, who had been swallowed whole by the sea snake.

“Got it, boss. Don’t worry, I will recount every detail of what happened exactly as it is,” Aqi said cautiously, afraid that if he revealed his nervousness, everyone would notice.

How was this possible? That wolf had been carefully selected by him, its strength supposed to rival Yun Lingyuan’s. Moreover, the cultivation of a demon beast was usually far more formidable than that of a human.

Taking a quick glance around, no one was in sight. It seemed Anya and Qi still had some conscience. If it had been Yi coming again, they might not have gotten up this morning.

Holding the information about Yao obtained from the Six Doors, Lin Ying was startled to see a familiar name. It turned out Yao had an entangled past with Huangfu Ying.

Her chest was bleeding profusely; the green garment had become a blood-stained robe. Ye Ming was the same—his blue robe appeared soaked in blood, and his face was paler than Yun Lingyuan’s. Just now, when the volley of arrows struck, he had nearly used all his strength. Now, only his soul power remained to keep him alive.

Su Nanfeng watched the reporter’s conference loop on television and furiously lost his temper! After a dizzy spell, he collapsed heavily onto the ground.

After makeup, Xia Jiuli’s appearance was vastly different from usual, but her eyes and eyebrows still bore some resemblance. Still, it was unlikely anyone would guess it was her.

Cheng Lin basically laid out everything Bai Mingxiu had in mind without holding back much, except for the fact that he was an undercover agent.

Cursing and resentment were useless now. The point was to live well—better to endure life than to die honorably.

Tang Huizhu’s heart burned with anger. She downed several cups of wine in a row, trying to quell the fire within. Yet the more she drank, the fiercer her rage grew, as if doused with oil.

Xia Jiuli sneered and threw the tea cup lid directly at her opponent. Her aura radiated so powerfully that the eunuchs present gasped for breath one after another.

Earlier in the bedroom, because her legs were covered by a quilt, the view was incomplete. Now, Yang Shani, dressed in a white gown, stood shyly behind Li Zixiao.

He didn’t dwell on it; indeed, there were no cultivators here, only ordinary people. Perhaps it was normal not to know.

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After finishing her words, Wen’er lowered her raised hand once more, her eyes closing again. And just like that, she died.

At the banquet, after drinking, the man’s tie hung loosely around his neck, two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a tantalizingly sexy chest—utterly enchanting.

Though the path ahead was rough, the ice and snow had kept many human threats at bay. Along the way, Xuanyuan Muxia kept busy, identifying herbs by the roadside, hoping to gather more materials before reaching Wolong Ridge.

Gu Yongfeng’s expression began to slacken as he prepared to call Zhang Tie to pack up and descend the mountain. At that moment, the old man stopped. As he turned, a pure white bird soared across the sky from east to west, leaving a graceful arc in its wake.

She pounded on the cold door, persistently calling out until her throat grew hoarse. Yet all she received in return was indifferent silence.

This time, both elders remained silent, exchanging a meaningful glance with a disciple behind them.

The Huang family could no longer hold back. Opening her mouth, she complained, “This is just great. So many people surrounding the mansion gate—how are we supposed to step outside?” She shot a blaming glance at Ye Meng.

Why bother? In this world, some things cannot be explained or understood. One does not know where it began, whether it is fate or not—only that it runs deep and unyielding.

Qin Yiyi remained as noble and elegant as ever, casting a cold glance at Mo Chuhao. Before leaving, she tossed out a final remark.