Chapter 327: The Magical Tang Tang

Jiang Tao checked the time, immediately shut down the computer, packed up, and did it all in one smooth motion.

Finally, she picked up her bag, went to Ruan Hongzhuang's office door, knocked, and without waiting for a reply, pushed straight in.

Ruan Hongzhuang, seated behind her desk, looked up at the sound.

She wore gold-rimmed glasses, exuding intelligence and efficiency.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's time to leave," Jiang Tao said.

Ruan Hongzhuang

Li Qingmu, furious at Cai Xiang's expression, bit her lower lip with her teeth, then reached out, grabbed the medicine bowl, and downed it in one gulp.

This wasn't just impressive—it made the Jade Emperor pause to think: even he, in his prime, hadn't possessed the power Qin Ning had now.

The skull's pale bones tilted backward; where eyes should have been, two hollow pits yawned—upon closer look, the eyeballs seemed still inside, fixed on Li Qingmu. The snowy-white teeth clenched tight, like a mocking smile.

At the time, he was walking toward a village; after a full day, he had visited dozens of villages without hearing a single word about Zhu Qing.

After complaining, Feng Liangchen mounted his steed, but midway, he suddenly stopped.

Mu Xilan smiled: "Can't you get them? Can't you persuade them? What is Snow Saint? What is Jinling Feng Yanqing's Ice Lotus? What is Die Yue? What is Han Tianmo? And what is she?"

At the final moment, the Seven-Colored Stone emitted a portion of the Dao's primordial essence to protect Qin Ning's heart and lungs, while countless lifeforces within the Nine Heavens Linglong Tower's space desperately replenished and healed her wounds, barely keeping her alive.

Seeing Qin Ning smile, Zhuge Yimeng, though sharp-witted, couldn't fathom her intentions for a moment.

The two men accidentally crushed the flimsy door in front of them; bystanders stared in stunned silence at the ambiguous relationship between the two men.

But with the skill about to activate, he could only grimly maintain that bizarre posture—luckily, the aura's tremor brought a cool breeze that eased him somewhat.

The old man smiled at Jiu Huang; when the crowd below heard her riddle was correct, they turned to look at her. Some young nobles gazed at her with admiration, but most eyes carried hostility.

Jing Moxuan closed his eyes and thought inwardly: Sigh, my famed self-control has been shattered before her.

The giant sword halted three centimeters before Gu Yu's face; no matter how hard the curse strained, it could not advance half a centimeter—more precisely, Gu Yu's left hand had blocked the sword.

Han Shuier naturally understood this well. But she, too, refused to admit the truth.

The man who helped Fatty up was Old Zhou, who had always guarded the camp gate—but now, appearing in this gymnasium, he was Long Ge's direct subordinate.

Whether or not Mo Beixuan's consciousness still lingered on the seal, when Cang Yuan spoke those words, the light gradually faded.

"No wonder the old man chose you—you saw right through it!" the Soul-Eating Evil Spirit laughed, but soon he sensed something was off: Cang Yuan wasn't the same Cang Yuan anymore—his aura had changed entirely, tainted with a hint of bloodthirsty frenzy.

"Heh, he certainly prepared quite a few good things tonight!" said Gu Shihui, the Third Elder of Tianwu Sect.

Qian Ruoruo's hand stopped three centimeters from Xiao Zimo's face—not because she chose to stop, but because someone had seized her wrist with such force she couldn't move.

"As long as it's not that ore, you can have anything!" Chen Zi Yi, clearly fed up with the mine's environment, made a promise outright.

Is this my will? The thought flashed through Mi Dou's mind—he felt a surge of solemn tragedy—yet Beimingzi continued speaking.