Chapter 467

In the following days, Shen Siyuan clocked in and out on time every day, gradually becoming familiar with the other employees at the company.

He could now repair employees' computers on his own, no longer needing to follow Long Shihai each time—he had officially graduated, since the work required no real skill, and Shen Siyuan already had a foundation, so he picked it up quickly.

During this time, Luo Gaoyuan returned to Red Peach International and signed the transportation contract for next year with Ruan Hongzhuang.

As he was leaving,

New students could only be assigned housing after their Grand Master had arranged everything; other Grand Masters had already completed their preparations, and many students had begun moving in today.

"But you're still hungry," Qin Lang shook his head—he was indeed hungry, but wasn't Ye Li even hungrier?

Shen Chonglou, burdened by the Shen family, couldn't run away from his temple even if he ran away from the monk, so he could never go too far.

Gu Pingsheng hadn't yet had time to ask what had happened when Ye Lanzhou had already rushed out, too hurried even to say goodbye.

As for things they'd never seen before, fine—but ginseng a hundred years old, lingzhi a thousand years old, and other medicinal herbs? No ordinary person could produce those.

It was only two or three days away from that day; since Li's family had invited few guests, the meal would be held right at home.

For this, Grandma He had complained many times to Old Man Zhang, asking why he had drained out the damp spring water.

"Doctor Yin, some things should rot in your stomach," Wen Zhixia interrupted him.

But she hadn't died—on another night, after her eldest sister went mad and beat her, she accidentally shoved her against the wall; she had no strength left, or perhaps hadn't even thought to raise a hand to block or brace herself, so she simply crashed into it, her head splitting open, blood gushing uncontrollably, until the prison guards finally noticed.

One arm wrapped around Xu Zuoyan's waist, the two pressed close; Ye Kaitian pinned Xu Zuoyan against the wall, kissing the beauty before him with unrestrained yet tender passion.

"The Hunyuan Qi is a high-level mystery, truly precious. Let this old man see if there are any better treasures, then decide." The Elder of the Demon Palace swept his gaze around, seemingly dissatisfied with everything these people had brought forth.

Mo Liu discovered many stones here he'd never seen before, such as Spirit Stones, which could instantly restore magical energy—each Spirit Stone could be used only one hundred times.

Both were curious, especially Zhu Yongchang; though fat and appearing dull-witted, he was in fact sharp as a tack, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the Purple Gold Gourd.

In the blizzard, Xu Bingbing resembled a perfect embodiment forged from the very essence of ice and snow, so holy it made one reluctant to defile her.

Gen Haozi flew to a mountain peak, slashed with several swords, causing soil to slump and carving out a massive triangular rock; the earth trembled. One step, two steps, three steps—Gen Haozi dragged the huge triangular rock to the edge of the swamp and slammed it down, splashing mud and water everywhere.

But though the boss's punch had weakened, inertia still carried it down, striking Su Qi squarely on the chest.

Yun Fan nodded, gazing at Song Tao's sincere expression; for the first time, he felt the man wasn't so unpleasant after all—after all, he had little guile and conducted himself with decency.

From Hong Jun's tone and demeanor, Mo Liu could tell he was absolutely not a man who would yield easily—he belonged to the kind who would rather die than submit.

Of course, this was only a general comparison; every natural element had both offensive and defensive uses—for example, the dehydration spell was a terrifying water attack, but such a high-level technique would not appear here.

Mi Dou wanted to help Beimingzi; of course, if he could replenish soul energy, he could safely unleash the spirit's power and strike with the spirit's attack.

As for what she might do if she met him—she no longer had the courage to even think about it. But even without courage, she simply wanted to see him. The more sorrowful and wronged she felt, the more furious she became at fate's cruelty, the more desperately she wanted to see him.