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Chapter 115: He Chen: No Next Time!

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“Tomorrow’s the weekend—are you afraid of disturbing the neighbors?”

Ruan Liuzheng believed him, but still felt a deep internal reluctance and tried to dissuade him: “Miss Pei usually teaches her students only on weekdays, precisely for this reason.”

“Once you start training tomorrow, forget others—Lin Miaomiao will be the first to object. She’ll jump out of bed and come straight for you, complaining that you ruined her good sleep.”

“I’ve taken that into account,” He Chen nodded. “Regardless—”

Song Yiran tidied up slightly and realized there was truly nothing left to acquire; apart from tearing off a piece of cloth for curtains or a door Lian , she lacked nothing else.

“Who are you?” This situation was simply too bizarre—Song Yiran had lived two lives and had never encountered anything like this! Was it a soul swap? Or multiple personalities?

“I think, if one day you both fall so far that you can’t even afford food, one tilling the fields and the other weaving cloth—it would be quite fine,” Gu Zhitang sighed.

“Since Mr. Liu has given his word, I’ll come right over!” Lin Yuxi patted her chest and said.

Liu Tong teased. His nerves had been taut for too long; finally, he had found a completely stress-free environment.

Surprisingly, the moment I thought this, my feet seemed to gain their own will, carrying me running in one direction.

Fu Ziaang’s back bore a slanted quiver; his bow had long since vanished somewhere.

Whether given to Lin Shaoyou or Zhang Yunlan, the Peiying Pill would likely fail to form a Nascent Soul and would almost certainly waste this precious spiritual item.

“Alright, mine then,” Song Nuan tried to hand the bowl box to Song Zufu, hoping to shed a few tears—but when she turned, she saw Song Zufu happily eating Guandong skewers.

If you don’t pick the right one, just turn back. Even if you can’t find the old man’s village today, it doesn’t matter—you can come back in a week.

“I thought it was someone else. What? Missing me again?” Gao Zhan smirked, watching Zhu Que lick her lips.

In this world, the primary weapons people use are still firearms; fire is uncommon.

Since ancient times, people have loved watching combat—from the brutal, bloody arenas of ancient Rome to today’s diverse free-fighting, judo matches, NBA, and esports—all stem from the same principle: appreciating the contest between opposing forces.

“Probably those immortals who ascended,” the classmate pondered a moment, then agreed with him.

But this filming, aside from the wild celebrations by Yiyang and Carter’s drunken stupor, did reveal something unusual to the reporters.

Behind the Zhen Clan, Li Guang, leading thirty thousand Mongol cavalry for long-range support and battlefield control, saw the Rongguo army’s fate sealed and immediately rallied his troops, dividing them into ten squads of three thousand each, advancing in a fan shape, while he himself spurred his horse forward.

“Grandmother, Uncle’s case hasn’t reached the point of beheading and clan extermination—don’t distress yourself too much. At worst, he’ll be dismissed from office and his home seized; these are all external things.” Su Moyue feared her grandmother couldn’t bear the shock, so she urged her ahead of time to prepare mentally.

“New recruit, go to the kitchen and fetch two buckets of hot water. Clean this tank inside and out, and bring a basin so I can wash my hands,” Henry didn’t care whether he was a plot character—he’d still give orders when needed.

So I turned and ran. My mind was blank; all I wanted was to escape.

It can be transformed through celestial and terrestrial Qi, but requires complex purification, refinement, and reorganization, combined with physical strength, to form martial Qi.

Du Ma spoke directly, extending his arm in a dismissive gesture, his gaze now flickering with coldness.

The Iron Armor Lord’s divine body exploded, but by the time its power reached you, it had diminished by at least ninety-nine percent. I can accept the destruction of combat equipment—but were those soldiers fools? Didn’t they know how to mobilize cosmic energy to defend themselves?

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