Chapter 296: This Time I've Shown My Ineptitude!

Mu Qingyan looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, the baby fat on her face not yet faded, and now with her brows knit in deep thought, the sight was rather laughable.

But the thought in her heart was enough to make one's liver tremble:

"Now… the Great Freedom Mo Sect has only just emerged into the world, which means… there's still nearly a thousand years?"

"A thousand years from now, spiritual energy will return to stillness and perish."

She raised her eyes and gazed at the roof.

"Stars fall, and the various Cave Heaven Secret Realms emerge one after another."

Seeing that silvery gleaming key, some people were half in doubt and half believing; although they knew Wen Ruyan often tinkered with those things to sell for money, renting a house was hardly that easy.

Today's assignment was considered complete; the reporters had filmed gossip richer than what they had imagined.

Looking at Wang Lang, who was kneeling on one knee before her, a shy blush also appeared on Luo Yu's face.

The black-clad bodyguards behind her, clutching clubs, also caught up; two or three pounced over together. Mu Weixi blocked one, her elbow pressing against the man's abdomen, while her other foot kicked one of them away; then with a shoulder throw, she hurled the one she was holding outward as well, slamming him into another beside him.

"Make a fuss, make a fuss, I wasn't planning to catch the Smiling Toad anyway. What's fun about a toad? I like cold, slippery things the least." Jiarong stroked the furry body of the Winged Rabbit, feeling the velvety texture unique to winged and downy animals.

When they were under house arrest, their phones had been confiscated; now Jia Han had returned them to them.

The moonlight softened the man's aura; he wore a black suit that revealed a perfect physique, with half a mask on his face that could hardly conceal his handsome features.

The Tiangang and Disha and the others above the ground, whose faces had been like ancient wells without ripples, wearing looks of watching a show, all changed drastically at this moment.

Jiang Wei did not want to take on stupid students. After brief consideration, he set down several requirements for his students: first, a certain capacity for logical thinking; second, sufficient curiosity and a spirit of exploration toward new things. Thus, the following questions were devised.

Qiu Haoze felt as though a hand had suddenly seized his heart, the pain making it impossible to breathe.

Yang Xiaopin took the gauze scarf the host handed her, walked around behind Zhou Ran, and helped tie it for her. Then, under the host's arrangement, she was about to support Zhou Ran, whose eyes were covered, and walk her to the center of the stage.

As for not wanting to score... the Pacers didn't believe Han Miao had that kind of awareness at all. A man who scored a season-high 56 points, and you tell me he doesn't want to score?

Neither of them spoke. After that day's bout of wild talk, Zhou Huan believed he absolutely should not speak again, lest he let slip some extraordinary piece of news.

Ye Yan curled his lips into a mocking, sarcastic smile; his eyes, devoid of warmth, stared straight into the dark depths at the end of the corridor. His foot moved, about to continue walking forward.

Not long after leaving, Yan Su, having finished the work at hand, returned to wait outside the office door again; during the interval, he deliberately drew close to the door, pricked up his ears, and carefully listened to the sounds inside.

A hot breath kept swirling by her ear, and at her hairline came a faint discomfort. Leng Moxi's whole body jolted; hearing Mo Ziqian's words, her face flushed crimson in an instant. Looking at the handsome face before her, her head grew hot and she blurted out words she would come to regret.

The two men carrying the box hesitated and set it down on the ground. Just as they were about to open it, they caught a fierce, vicious glare thrown at them by A Feng, and were so frightened they dared not move.

The corners of Chai Zheng's mouth pulled down even further; the tears on her cheeks had already formed a string, and in her panic, Cui Huan beside her hurriedly produced a handkerchief and handed it over.

At this moment, Lu Yu let out a light breath. The first step could be considered a stage complete; she only had to wait for all this spiritual power to merge into her bones and temper them. Now she could begin the second step.