Chapter 144: Entering the Director's Sight

However, the final exams are approaching, and Cao Sheng temporarily has little time to write the outline for "Chronicles of the Primordial Era".

He does not want to fail the final exams and needs to cram for a period before the tests.

Otherwise, if he fails too many subjects, it will solidify his reputation as a "college slacker".

Previously, the famous writer Huang Shuren had publicly published an article attacking Cao Sheng as a college slacker who could not get into undergraduate studies.

Fortunately, the teachers also seem to worry about them failing.

Qing Zhen shook his head. "It is merely being struck by a stone on the shoulder and arm; this Lord is not so fragile." As if displeased with Jie Lan's words, Qing Zhen's tone was somewhat cold and hard. He looked at Jie Lan, who had not glanced at him once, and his expression appeared somewhat heavy. He said nothing more, but turned toward the bone sword beside him.

My King and Joan of Arc did not care; regardless, with their strength, even if they encountered enemies while drunk, they would sober up in an instant.

Life is so full of drama. Murong, who had been pushed away without warning, happened to place his hand exactly on the broken wine bottle that Song Lin had previously swept to the ground. Immediately, the pain struck, causing Murong to involuntarily cry out in agony.

Zhong Xingyun's Jin Dan eyes observed that behind the palm surging forward with a hurricane, floated a magnificent sleeve of golden-yellow silk fabric. Zhong Xingyun confirmed that Xin Jitian himself had personally struck with the palm this time; he was likely afraid of the cultivation technique being neutralized by them again.

Smiling weakly, Ling'er's faint voice rose: Because I know Brother Chen Xi treats me well, I cannot watch Brother die.

Li Er also felt guilty inside; although both were tiring, the content differed: others were moving things, while he was plowing and sowing seeds in the wild.

With the sudden change in aura around Zhai Mo, for some reason, a hint of timidity rose in Murong's heart. Watching Zhai Mo walk toward him step by step, Murong suddenly had the bold thought of mistaking a tiger for a sick cat and plucking its feathers.

On the way to Heyang, they encountered the Nine Yi Shadow Guards, but they also met Zhao Cheng Yingtian. Zhao Cheng Yingtian said this was unfair; she had thought Leng Rumo would not come out of the Wei Kingdom's palace, and she had thought the Wei Emperor would not let Leng Rumo go. After all that calculation, why did she still come out?

This scene seemed frozen; there were no exclamations, no questions, only the shock that penetrated deep into the soul. In Tian Yixian's eyes was full of fear; that fist possessed violent lightning power, and even he would be severely injured.

Zhong Xingyun looked toward the direction from which the beautiful voice came and saw a young Lady, still full of charm, standing gracefully at the entrance of the main hall, accompanied by two young maids.

Until nightfall, Gu Changsheng was still slowly breathing in and out; the spiritual energy of the Spirit Marrow had long been completely absorbed by him.

What Old Yuan feared was not Chen Qing, but the two older brothers behind him; compared to Chen Qing, their methods were more sophisticated and even more ruthless.

If this is the case, this villager of mine must be protected well; otherwise, after all that hard work, I would just be preparing a dowry for others.

For a bow endowed with Infinite I, as long as the player's inventory holds one arrow, then he has an endless supply of arrows.

Even now, holding the Dao Artifact he personally forged, having failed to successfully kill a Dao-level genius, Lian Cheng Banxian still did not feel he would fail.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder rang out. Zhang Yusheng walked to the window, looking at the sudden heavy rain outside, with a complex expression.

However, this fellow left immediately after obtaining the Spirit Crystal; he must have gone to wash off the scent first. Now that the reason is known, Li Xing has no reason to keep it.

Moreover, he appeared by her side to protect her whenever Ji Ningmeng encountered an accident, time and time again, which was truly hard to understand.

Huan touched the wound on his face; he did not expect that the physical body he had cultivated with such difficulty would be scratched by her like that.