Chapter 810: Even the Best Girlfriends Have Plastic Smell!

Mo Du University.

Girls’ Dormitory 213.

“Huh, Weiwei, why are you back so early?”

“Xiaobei, didn’t you go home?”

When Zheng Wei rushed back with her suitcase and pushed open the door, she found someone still in the dorm—it was Zhu Xiaobei, the tomboy. Both were startled.

Zheng Wei had rushed home after receiving news from her family, and now it was only one day later—National Day was a seven-day holiday.

She called three times; Mo Chen clearly lost patience and didn’t call back, but sent a message instead.

Yuan Qiuyun frowned; everything before him confused him, and a flicker of unease passed through his mind.

“So, before the war starts, we’re still members of the Luo team?” Shangguan Yuexiu smiled with a devilish charm.

The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart; Qian Yuluo’s casual mutter made Ouyang Zhuo’s heart ache—indeed, he still couldn’t compare to him; in her heart, there was only him, never him.

The stage built was not very large, and there were many contestants, mostly young bands.

“Yawuzhuo was defeated? Impossible! A six-origin master beaten by someone outside the six origins! Oh no, oh no! The world’s going to fall into chaos!” the clan chief said, his face grim.

Both looked toward Li Hongming, since he was the robot pilot and surely had strong spiritual power.

“Exactly—if they ask who told you to do this, don’t you dare say it was us, or you’ll regret it,” Xia Qin nodded, warning them.

“Has anyone seen Yue today?” Yu Mengmeng, with her doll-like face devoid of any threat, stared seriously at everyone.

“Hehe, my mom went straight home from the airport to cook soup for you,” Jin Yexuan chimed in.

Zhang Yiqin, sitting on the sofa, found Zhang Niu’s gloomy expression amusing; the troubles that had plagued him for days had clearly improved, and how could he possibly ask the other to stay? He could only watch as Zhang Niu left.

“Yes, sir!” Several orderlies snapped back, then kicked the soldiers sleeping in their armor. Immediate curses erupted—after days of travel, being half-asleep and suddenly woken was unbearable; not cursing would be unnatural.

A radiant, sacred aura shone on her face; her tranquil, peaceful energy was as pure and upright as a meditating monk, profoundly influencing the minds of those around her.

This could be said to be a highly meaningful act—perfect as a gift for Dad, and we could even consider letting Father oversee it, since he’s idle now.

At noon, Zhao Hui had planned to leave early but remembered to reply to Wang Lifang. She finished writing the letter at 1:45, rode her bike to the sports field, but arrived too early—hardly anyone was there! She thought of taking a walk around the park, perhaps meeting Li Zhengguo there.

These hired personnel had no right to enter the Qingshan Factory’s R&D lab; the surveillance system constantly monitored everything, and the security staff were all thoroughly vetted, all introduced by Second Master Zhang Chengfu.

“No problem. Brother awaits you anytime!” Jialie Ao watched Ling Feng being affectionately pulled by Qiaoqiao, speechless for a long while.

But upon closer thought, it felt deeply wrong. Fish scales and snake scales look similar at first glance, especially at night, in the dark—no one imagined such a huge snake could exist, so no one paid attention.

The memorial stated that Sheya worshipped Zoroastrianism and maintained close ties with Persian temples, secretly recruiting over ten Persian monks. But as soon as Xiao Qubing arrived, these Persians immediately obeyed him without question.

Today was the eighteenth of September; the sky was crystal clear, the moon still large and bright, casting a deep, distant glow. The water shimmered with ripples, and near the shore under tree shade, light and shadow danced in patches.

Precisely because of this, the child consumed enormous energy from Ameral, so Gao Shuai worried about the upcoming soul attack.

Why do souls linger in the mortal world? Isn’t it because they have unfulfilled wishes? If I promise to help any soul fulfill even one unfulfilled wish, how could they not give their all?

“Follow me closely—don’t fall behind by half a step!” Liu Ziguang roared at Ding Libin, then raised his long spear and strode toward the slave camp that had imprisoned, enslaved, oppressed, and tortured him for a year.

“Hehe, little sister, don’t worry—our San Shuzhuang is always open to you. Want a hug from Big Brother Qi?” Qi Gujia smiled, though inside he was furious—damn it, why did every tourist hug Hu Yao and forget the rest of us?

Attila’s voice grew hoarse; the feeling came suddenly, his expression darkened abruptly—he was clearly thinking of something else.

Wang Renchu paid no attention to Xing Yu’s attack; he even raised both hands deliberately, exposing his waist for Xing Yu to kick. Xing Yu felt as if he’d kicked a block of steel—Wang Renchu didn’t budge or show any injury, but his own right leg throbbed with searing pain.

He simply stood aside and laughed. Though he hadn’t yet fully understood recent events, since everything was already here, he should first clarify what was happening nearby—everything else probably didn’t matter.

“Fine, that’s it—I won’t ask you anymore.” Given Qi Yao’s habit of answering only what was asked, she doubted she’d ever learn his full thoughts, so she stopped asking.

Chen Quan spoke with the most seductive tone. Though his words carried the suspicion of empty promises, they truly struck a chord with Yang Yanxu.

Yang Huairen stared blankly at the silent, pale-faced girl who looked like a doll; his heart grew uneasy.

Every demon clan recorded the life stories of each member; errors were extremely rare, but omission or forgetting was utterly impossible.

Wei Yuanzi froze for a moment, staring long at Emperor He’s smiling eyes, then finally gave up, sighing helplessly as he spoke.

Seeing Princess Zi Mo walk out, Jing Ye wiped away the tears he’d forced out, a faint smile curling on his lips.

“Stop, all of you! Whoever harms Xianxian even a little—I’ll kill his entire family!” The Holy King roared with all his strength, his anger triggering violent coughs. He clutched his chest and stumbled off the bed.