Chapter 333: Each Their Own Morning

Tang Tang is a light, airy wind—she is free, unconstrained…

Of course, here this doesn't refer to her as a person; she's still a little brat right now, managed by her mother, managed by so-called adults, shackled by her frail body, her flesh not free…

But her spirit is free, her heart soaring through the sky with the wind, the wind dancing to the tune of her heart…

Ruan Hongzhuang taught Tang Tang the movements and body techniques, yet Tang Tang taught her the essence of the mental method.

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Zhang Ji really didn't think much of Tang Bohu; the guy was still a bit wild, and now Xu Jing was far more composed than him.

Behind them were Blazing Fire, Lei Ting, Elephant Armor, and Cang Hui Academies—these four teams would likely fight for the remaining two advancement slots.

She pushed Zeshan Chunye, who was sitting opposite, halfway into the frame, but didn't show his face—belonging to that kind of photo where you know the other party is male, but you don't know exactly who it is.

In Xiangning County, there was no one who didn't know Yang Xu's fearsome reputation—a ruthless man who wiped out bandits and raided households. The people above didn't dare to offend Yang Xu either, let alone the fact that Xiangning County's walls were only about three and a half meters tall, a skilled country fellow could take a running start and climb right up, not to mention the hundred-plus people outside with their forest of rifles.

Thinking of this, how could the Sect Master still care about that soul that had appeared and vanished so inexplicably? He rushed out in a frenzy, not even leaving a word behind.

What the other party said actually made quite a bit of sense—at least it left Zeshan Chunye unable to find a reasonable reply.

The Sheng, Lai, and Liang families were all prominent households, all wanting to bestow a beauty's title, but Liang Xunfang had run into something unclean recently and was now cowering in her room terrified out of her wits, so it really wasn't appropriate to give her any lofty title.

"Ronia said that after the Dementors came yesterday, you said you were going to kill me. Is there some misunderstanding between us?" Harry asked, frowning.

Long, long ago, Xiang Ran had imagined in her heart the scene of their reunion; she had thought of many, many things to say—playing pitiful and pouring out grievances, playing cold and turning her face to deny knowing her, or playing heartless and utterly indifferent.

Just as he was steeling himself to agree, Yu Zhao clicked her tongue a beat ahead of him, drawing everyone's attention over.

"Quan, once the check-up is done and you have the results, I'll sit there waiting for you. If you get the results first, you wait for me there." Sophie said to him with a smile.

Is that so? When she was Qian Jue, she had never once felt the warmth of family affection, and now, though she had been betrayed and come to a strange world, there was a relative willing to die for her without a moment's hesitation.

But she had already left the palace, and no one from the palace had come out to receive her, so she couldn't go back in. Lin Yuanzhen, anxious, started making a scene at the palace gate, shouting that Jiang Fangyi had summoned Seventh Miss Hu into the palace, yet hadn't safely sent her out, and so on.

"If you're willing, then come, but I'll have to go participate in the academy selection soon, and won't have much time at the auction house." Zhong Ling thought for a moment and said.

Inside an office in Jingcheng, an old man with thinning silver hair and an unquestionable air of authority on his face slammed his palm hard on the desk before him, beside himself with rage. This man was a superior leader; having just heard the reports from General Yang and Director Chen Dong, he too felt this matter was almost certainly true.

Two days later, when Prince Jing officially took office, Mao Leyan rushed excitedly to the Shuntian Prefecture government office, only to be turned away at the door. She was quite vexed, not knowing what trick Prince Jing was playing. She sat under the stone steps of the government office, sulking as she waited.

"What is Yiyi thinking? This king is merely taking you there, yet you so wish for this king to bathe with you? Then this king won't decline—otherwise, hurting Yiyi's heart would be my sin." Feng Li Luo said deliberately.

Seeing the barrage of comments flooding the screen, Leng Ruobing could only hurriedly catch the first few. They were mostly words of praise—some talking about Da Bai, others talking about herself.

"Why?" Mao Leyan asked as calmly as she could. She truly didn't want to keep watching Prince Jing and the Empress suffer the pangs of longing for Chu Xiangsi; she wanted to do her utmost to let the lovers finally be united.

Zhou Binlong's life, not even that long to date, could be called smooth sailing. Compared to others, the kind who struggled toward Rome, Zhou Binlong was like someone born in Rome—and even if not born in Rome, at least born somewhere near it.

After all, once the news got out, anyone wanting to know more would come find Quito Mundo, and this kind of question about the world's destruction—

Huang Weiguo wasn't married yet, so he didn't have as many worries as his other comrades-in-arms; he cheerfully played peacemaker, and only then did the atmosphere ease up.

Arriving in the courtyard, Shi Xie gazed at the sky in the northwest that already looked like a sea of fire, and froze on the spot; without the housekeeper's support, he would have already collapsed to the ground.

Although Wang Fuling felt Xuan Ye wasn't a real Monk, he was at least ostensibly a Monk and usually kept the precepts well. The ruler of Southern Frontier couldn't possibly not know what status Xuan Ye held in Great Xia, nor could he possibly be unaware of Xuan Ye's current identity.

She had already figured it out: this pool had an automatic circulation function, sending things to and from the battlefield end; following the flow inside would lead her back.

"System prompt: you have been hit by a spell, taking 26 points of damage." This instant-cast spell actually dealt damage comparable to the Four-Winged Elf's melee attack.

"What the hell!" Not just in the audience, but in front of the TV as well, people were shouting those three words one after another. Watching the guests below looking like they wanted to throw water bottles, Cao Fang just let out a laugh.

Within the narrative there is parallelism; the application of parallel montage, under the characteristic of simultaneous different places, places the same place at different times and the same time at different places together for contrast. Under the strong stimulus of abundant ingredients, it further reveals our country's vast territory and rich resources.

His heart felt as if it had been torn apart alive; he couldn't believe any of this was real. If it weren't for the fact that all his pursuers had been exposed, he probably would have died without ever knowing why.

Tian Tian, who had been pacing outside the door, clearly heard Chu Chen's refusal and barged straight in, speaking in a voice full of pleading.

Jiang Shi had been getting more and more on the right track lately, which pleased Zhou Shi greatly. Originally, Jinghe's stoic care of Wu Shi had been entirely for the sake of saving her uncle Zhou Congli. Now that Congli's grievances had been cleared and he was about to return to the capital with the army and hold the wedding soon, there was naturally no longer any reason to have Jinghe attend Wu Shi.