Chapter 296: I Made a Fool of Myself This Time!

Mu Qingyan looked no more than thirteen or fourteen, her baby fat still unshed; her frowning expression of deep thought was almost laughable.

Yet her thoughts were enough to make one's liver tremble:

"Now… the Great Freedom Demon Sect has just emerged, meaning… there's still nearly a thousand years left?"

"A thousand years from now, spiritual energy will fall into stillness."

She lifted her eyes, gazing at the ceiling.

"Stars will fall; the great caverns and secret realms will all appear."

Seeing the gleaming key, some were half-skeptical; though they knew Wen Ruyan often tinkered with things to sell for cash, renting a house wasn't that easy.

Today's assignment was complete; the reporters had captured the gossip they'd imagined in richer detail.

At Wang Lang, kneeling on one knee before her, Luo Yu's face flushed with shy delight.

The black-clad bodyguards behind her, clutching clubs, rushed forward; Mu Weixi blocked one, drove her elbow into his abdomen, kicked another away with her foot, then executed a shoulder throw, hurling the one she gripped into the side of another.

"Go ahead and make a fuss—I never intended to catch the Smiley Toad anyway. What's fun about toads? I hate cold, slippery things." Jia Rong stroked the fluffy body of the Winged Rabbit, savoring the velvety texture unique to feathered and furry creatures.

When they were under soft house arrest, their phones were taken; now Jia Han returned them.

The moonlight softened the man's aura; he wore a black suit that revealed his perfect figure, a half-mask covering his face yet failing to hide his striking beauty.

The Tian Gang Di Sha, who had moments before stood impassive, watching like spectators, now all changed expression abruptly.

Jiang Wei had no desire to take on stupid students; within moments, he considered his requirements: first, a certain logical thinking ability; second, sufficient curiosity and exploratory spirit toward new things. Thus, the following questions were devised.

Qiu Haoze felt as if a hand had suddenly seized his heart, leaving him breathless with pain.

Yang Xiaoping took the veil offered by the hostess, wrapped it behind Zhou Ran, and tied it. Then, under the host's direction, she prepared to guide the blindfolded Zhou Ran toward the center of the stage.

As for not wanting to score… the Pacers certainly didn't believe Han Miao had such awareness—this was the man who once scored 56 points in a single season; you tell me he doesn't want to score?

Neither spoke; after that day's rambling nonsense, Zhou Huan believed he must not speak again, lest he reveal something momentous.

Ye Yan sneered with a cold, mocking smile, his lifeless eyes fixed on the dark depths of the corridor; he shifted his step, ready to continue forward.

Not long after leaving, Yan Shu returned to wait outside the office door, even drawing near to press his ear against it, listening intently to the sounds within.

A warm breath swirled beside her ear; the strands of hair brushed her skin with slight discomfort. Mo Ziqian's words made her shudder, her face instantly flushing crimson; gazing at the handsome face before her, her head spun and she blurted out a sentence she immediately regretted.

The two men carrying the crate hesitated, setting it down on the ground, about to open it—when they received a vicious glare from Afeng and froze in place.

Chai Zheng's lips curled further, tears streaming down her cheeks; Cui Xuan, beside her, panicked and quickly pulled out a handkerchief to offer.

At this moment, Lu Yu exhaled softly; the first step was complete. Now, he waited for all the spiritual energy to fully merge into her bones, refining them—time to begin the second step.