Chapter 152: 151

"Then just let it end... wouldn't it be better to finish it all messily and without thinking?"

Xia He felt immense pressure, and after work she sought out Fang Qingye to talk about it.

"Why don't you just give in to Director Liu, Senior?" Fang Qingye said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"How could I ever do that?" Xia He shot her a disapproving look: "Even if Director Liu has designs on me, and even if I might never get transferred away, I would never betray my conscience!"

"That's spirit! No wonder you're my senior!" Fang Qingye gave a thumbs-up.

"Qingye, stop..."

This explanation makes sense too, but Lü Zhi secretly felt the matter wasn't that simple.

"How can you say such things, sir!" replied the landlord, while Lan Jie and the other two bowed deeply in return.

Then, one day, my phone suddenly got a signal—just one bar! My goodness, it was hard-won. Immediately after, my phone began vibrating violently as if it were about to fall apart, flooding me with nearly fifty text messages and a flood of missed call alerts.

But hearing the words of the misty rain boy, the man who would become her husband in just three days spoke these words.

Wu Yu and his group accepted Dio's invitation and arrived in this world, only to discover that this world's trajectory was flawed.

The conditions there were worse than even the lowest-class brothel girls; at least brothel girls might, with good fortune, escape their fate—but military sex slaves could never leave unless they died.

Everyone knew Mei Li had a bad habit: an excessive fondness for anime characters—and this habit had already caused a problem: before Jia Teng Hui had even fully entered the room, she let out a piercing scream.

Although Cai Liu's death had nothing to do with me, it tied a knot of resentment in Cai Jing's heart. Given Cai Jing's character, Le Tian couldn't guarantee he wouldn't seek revenge; besides, Cai Jing had many descendants, and being watched like a thorn in the eye by such a family was unbearable for anyone.

His room was entirely decorated in cold tones, so chilling it felt like stepping into a frozen tomb that had endured for ten thousand years, making one's heart tremble involuntarily.

"This name sounds elegant—what is it made of?" Nangong Yulan asked admiringly.

Li Fengjue and Li Fengchen stared at Ye Shaochen's familiar face, momentarily speechless.

Wu Ye hadn't lied—he said his name was Huang Wu Ye, every character exactly as stated, but none of them had thought to connect it to that possibility.

That playboy claimed the place was dangerous, yet he showed no concern and followed Huang Wu Ye inside.

After the first exam, many parents didn't ask how their children did; instead, they told them to prepare well for the next subject.

Huang Wu Ye gripped the demonic sword tightly, a flash of icy light in his eyes as he instantly launched an attack, slashing with one swift stroke.

Yuan Yao kept watching En Sisi, noticing she remained silent, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowing.

The dean was now wholly focused on countering Si Yanmu, further bolstered by the support of three masters from the Upper Three Realms.

"The forbidden zone is extremely dangerous; opening it now means even you won't survive—wait a few more days!" came a hoarse voice.

Han Yingxue stood at a distance, listening to Mu Shi's words. She sneered inwardly—this wasn't a discussion; this was outright robbery.

One after another, beams of white light pierced the skulls of the inner-disciple students, directly striking their spiritual cores.

After several days, as they neared Fengzhou—still twenty li away—Zheng Ding pondered: tomorrow, upon reaching Fengzhou, though he planned to take it by strategy, if word leaked out and fighting broke out, his men, weary and exhausted, would be at a disadvantage. Seeing the dense forests and easy access to water, he immediately ordered camp to be set up and gave his men an extra day of rest.

Thus, An Lingxi's hand now held an additional large gift package. An Lingxi swallowed hard and quickly opened it.

"They're still unconscious—let's wait until they wake up before deciding anything." Returning to the spot, Tie Mu Yun sat cross-legged, preparing to meditate, when a yawn sounded—Chen Feng had woken up.

The three walked in silence for a while longer, when the space ahead changed once more—no longer a valley, but a lush, dense forest.

Xiao Yue and Xiao Pang approached an inner-disciple elder, who handed them each a jade tablet etched with faint Dao lines, radiating a subtle Dao essence. Xiao Yue clasped it in his palm, feeling a cool, soothing sensation.

The old man roared toward the sky, his aura surging violently; his skin grew smooth as he aged backward from old to young, then forward again from young to old, cycling endlessly.

When I pressed her for what she meant, she refused to say, repeating only that I should be careful.

Huayun Daoren's applause acted like a fuse, reigniting the crowd's passion—applause erupted from the sea of spectators, no longer silent, filling the entire arena.

Li Tianchi didn't know the Mountain Crushing Rod had already burst out of the underground palace and was soaring higher—he merely wished to communicate with it; since it possessed consciousness, spiritual communication was wondrous.

Zhang Zhijie wanted to broaden the horizons of court officials, helping them understand the world more fully and avoid being narrow-minded, like frogs at the bottom of a well.

Before the current head of the Tu Gong family, Tu Gong Yale, could speak, a crimson-red beam slammed into the spiritual beast Bai Rui, blasting it several rotations through the air and inflicting noticeable injuries.

From me, he saw a reflection of Ni Zhixin, recalling every moment with her—and then he remembered Ni Zhixin had become a vegetable.

Lin Ke glanced briefly at the backpack; everything left inside were indeed valuable items, including the boss's drops, revealing another advantage of the Blue Rat.

Even if this place were a brothel, they'd probably just turn a blind eye.

Fang Cheng's ten ghost servants had all advanced to Ghost King Level Five—equivalent to mid-stage Nascent Soul—and this combat power surpassed even most Golden Core cultivators; few Nascent Soul cultivators could match Fang Cheng, given the sheer volume of resources consumed.

It took a while for everyone to recover, gradually and one by one, with some even being dragged out of their damaged mechs from outside.

"Bad! These Jade-Faced Blood Bats can bite through my phantom body!" I cried out in shock—this was something I'd never encountered before.

A pale red glow, like spurting blood, enveloped the blade's edge and slammed into the vines, steadily neutralizing the earth-yellow aura.

And one gains eligibility for free adult night school; if one graduates from night school—meaning one learns to recognize ten Arabic numerals and over a hundred characters—one may take the Level Two Certification Exam.

He gathered his focus, closed his eyes slightly, then suddenly opened them and threw a punch. Speed and power reached perfect harmony, accompanied by a rushing wind, striking instantly toward the Iron Wall Yen Luo—but the moment it made contact, a powerful counterforce surged back at him.