Chapter 93: Beating Someone Means Slapping Their Face—Shrimp and Pork Heart

Under the gaze of all, Nan Xiangwan closed her eyes on the podium.

She felt dazed again.

Her mind flashed with the hope that this was a dream—that if she opened her eyes again, she’d wake up and return to being the HR director of her big company, scolding others instead of being scolded.

But she knew this wasn’t a dream!

Because dreams never throw you into such a nightmare as He Chen, a logic monster!

She could barely imagine He Chen's handsomeness

Behind the car, Feng Weidong was still explaining to Huang Qingqiu, but Huang Qingqiu’s eyes followed the car’s rear.

The villagers, as if remembering something, hurried back into their houses with anxious expressions and shut their doors.

Her vision returned to light; Zhu Qingyun blinked, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she lifted her lids, meeting a pair of dark, ink-like pupils.

How much would it cost to ask a being of the Guardian Master’s level to perform a single alchemy session?

He had promised Shu Ge to protect her completely; even if a mistake or contingency arose, he, the Prince of Zhongshan, would step forward to cover for her.

Watching Ning Wuque leave, Lin Chuchu made no move to stop him—such an attempt cost her nothing.

She carried tear gas, flash grenades, and every conventional non-area lethal weapon.

Since then, in Ying City, the Xuan Fa Jing’s essentials have been preached for a long time, enlightening countless people; now its influence is substantial, rivaling that of some feudal lords.

The photo on the screen showed a man hugging Xu Wei, and just a short distance away was a hotel beside the school.

“May I ask what you want?” Guo Fan never forgot his socialite persona, immediately inquiring about their purpose.

Thinking of this, Fan Yanyan immediately called Ouyang Xueqi and told her everything Zhang Zhen had said on the phone.

Shi Jie knew what was troubling Xu Lin, but on this matter, Shi Jie was truly powerless.

Yet I dare not—I’m afraid of seeing a face as beautiful as in my dream, and I’m afraid of Li Yi’s stunned expression, afraid he’ll look at me again as if I were insane.

Xuan Yuan Yi heard this and smiled. “How can she be sure that if she meets me, I’ll help her?” Xuan Yuan Yi was not a heartless man—but he did deeply resent such calculated approaches.

This was truly the outcome Xu Lin most hoped for; for all these years, her mother had been waiting for her father.

Cheng Yan drove; Ming Yi and Hong Yi were about to board the carriage when a disheveled figure stumbled toward them from afar. Cheng Yan leapt off his horse, blocking the carriage with a defensive stance.

Seeing the four begin to move, surrounding him, Xuan Yuan Yeyan did not grow angry; instead, he smiled and asked gently.

Before they could process what had happened, they witnessed a scene that sent their minds into further paralysis.

Lu Changfeng licked his lips and said, “Madam, are there any other physicians here skilled in detoxification?” He immediately realized his words sounded like an accusation—as if this clinic couldn’t treat poison at all.

Back when he was a mercenary, fighting alongside comrades who were later handed over to the enemy, Gu Fei had never been betrayed by his own side—this taste, clearly, was unbearable.

This arena was the most advanced multi-functional venue in the early NBA league, featuring two training courts each accommodating 6,000 spectators, a training pool, a large gymnasium, and every other facility imaginable.

Zombie players were likely the only players Zhou Nan felt zero pity for and could unleash his full force against.

“That’s exactly my intention,” Luo Wuseng said, standing up, smoothing his clothes, preparing to sleep.

Li Zhichen’s face turned icy. “Then let’s see who dies in this life-or-death gambit!” He leapt forward, crossing the mountain peak in one bound, thrusting his sword straight ahead. Under the flash of lightning, it resembled a white dragon. The Demon Lord tilted slightly, raised his hand, and unleashed a wave of black thunder that roared toward Li Zhichen.