Chapter 332: Sure Profit, Reproductive Isolation

Thunderlight surged across the sky, a iron ball on the ground.

Inside the ball, Lady Xuanhua wore bracelets, crouched within, tilting her head upward, waiting for the heavenly lightning to strike—she still doubted the cage's marvels; in the Xuanwei Realm, what you see may be illusion, but when lightning strikes your body, you cannot deny it.

So she decided to test it herself.

An incense stick later, Lady Xuanhua stumbled out of the cage, dazed, like a giant macaque in a zoo suddenly understanding humans.

Though the joke wasn't funny, He Weiyi's antics lifted my spirits; after dinner, I called the waiter to settle the bill, only to be told it had already been paid.

"Is it that you're stupid, or did I not make it obvious enough?" Shen Yi stared at me, then finally spat out those words.

How could someone who never considers others' feelings possibly collapse over anyone but himself?

I'd intended to just take a glance, but my Yanjiao inadvertently caught a silhouette standing by a lit window inside the villa.

Moonlight slowly bathed the earth in radiance, yet the entire Ye Hua estate lay in deathly silence.

She wasn't unfazed—just that the shadow Ye Chen left behind was too vast; she simply could not bring herself to interact with him properly.

They delivered Fan Lindai to the lecture hall, and I followed; she glanced at me, eyes filled with mockery, then walked straight in. I stationed men inside; they reported that Fan Lindai had triple-checked the PPT content and speech script, even personally inspected the lighting and sound equipment.

Light footsteps drew nearer step by step, the familiar scent filling her nose; Yan You unconsciously clenched her fists, her heart skipping a beat.

Tian Lan's fate was much the same: once speculation drove prices to a certain height, the Z government would intervene, and the unthinking fanatics who chased Lan would instantly be buried in debt, their homes stripped bare.

A few boys in class lived in the city, all from wealthy families; they loved playing soccer, and besides basketball, I was also obsessed with soccer. So during PE, I'd always play soccer first, then basketball.

Many alchemists wanted to boost both their combat strength and their alchemy rank, but in the end, they mastered neither.

Xia Qingtian stared blankly as the car faded from her view, tears slowly welling up.

The crowd searched for three days and nights, exhausted, yet found no trace. Everyone assumed the person was gone—except Xuan Yuan Han, Zhong Chang Yue, the Dongfang family, and Dongfang Ling'er's masters, who refused to believe it and kept searching.

Every man carries within him a dream of strength; once Yang Ming discovered he could enhance his power through some means, he naturally began fantasizing—imagining himself one day flying through skies, diving through earth, omnipotent—and he worked with desperate fervor.

When injured, when sick, when happy, when too lazy to do anything—Qing Lan was her home.

The other three middle-aged men were his sons; the young man was Wan Yongkang.

A moan rose; the night's hue turned hazy and alluring, and the white bedsheet bore scattered petals like falling cherry blossoms.

His breathing gradually steadied; Hua Lingluo gazed at this familiar, intimate figure, and her heart, despite herself, softened.

"Big Brother, this is the disaster foretold! I'll fight them!" Vice Clan Leader Ming Zhu summoned fierce winds around him, preparing to battle.

Done for. I thought seducing the examiner was my last chance to win—but now he turned away, leaving me miles behind the others; the five of us truly had to rely on our own wits alone.

"Old Zhang, are you deaf? Foreman Lor is waiting!" The sentry bellowed as Old Zhang showed no reaction.