Chapter 497: Revenge

Although Professor Meng felt he had bet correctly.

But gambling is gambling—until the very last moment, no one knows the true outcome.

Perhaps what Bai Yulan let him hear was only a recording.

So Professor Meng suffered insomnia once again, only falling into a heavy sleep at dawn, but he soon woke with a start, afraid he had missed the time.

But when he checked the time, it was only six in the morning.

He did not choose to keep sleeping, but got up directly.

These couldn't be another pair of half-bloods, could they? Thinking of Gais, Hou Yi couldn't help but have such a thought. Four thousand years later, perhaps the werewolves and vampires had changed their ways and no longer slaughtered half-bloods to the last one—that would be good news. Of course, this idea still needed to be verified.

Fan Shou slept until the afternoon before getting up, and because I truly couldn't stand the mess inside the house, while he slept I tidied up.

After Ji Yao examined her and confirmed no bones or tendons were hurt, his large hand held her Bai Xi ankle, kneading it with measured, gentle pressure.

With this arrangement, aside from the five elders left to hold down the fort who would be relatively free, everyone on Shushan would be busy. The three months Earth had left had already passed five days during Hou Yi's stupor, and everything had to be running at full throttle.

Shi Xinyu had nearly maxed out her credit card; her two hands were full of bags, but even more were being carried for her by Zhang Linghui.

"Don't!" Seeing the situation, Fan Shou, in his panic, jerked his backside up, grabbed the stool he had just been sitting on, and slammed it hard at the dagger in Ruan Gechi's hand. With a loud "clang," the dagger in Ruan Gechi's hand dropped to the ground.

As if moved by Chen Tu's small measure of a superior protecting his subordinate, Tang Wenwen's face was touched by a faint softness, and she very naturally cast her gaze over both Chen Zheng and Chen Tu.

Before I could finish speaking, his lips sealed off my words. Then he kissed me again with his usual domineering, city-sacking style, and after that he skillfully found the place and entered.

I pouted and said, "You think it's a vegetable market inside, where you can just stroll around? By the way, where's my dad? Any news on my dad? And what about Brother Lun—did they catch God?"

In the basement of the Monster-Ghost Alliance where soul lamps were kept, the soul lamp marked Gu Wuya flickered twice, then went out completely.

Regarding how to recruit people, what Cheng Ming thought of was the "Boss Recruitment" website—nowadays many people look for jobs on this site.

In that circle, they value human courtesy the most. Calling him Big Brother versus calling him Wei Xiong-ge, to the ears of fellow practitioners, were two entirely different concepts of address.

Long Zexiongzhi's expression instantly twisted; he could barely suppress the fury in his heart, especially that sense of humiliation, which made him want to tear apart everything before his eyes.

Just as he was wondering inwardly what Chen Feng was about to do, a terrifying force transmitted from Chen Feng's palm.

Su Chen deliberately praised Niu Dong. Niu Dong listened with great pleasure, then slapped his chest and promised he would do his best to gather information for Su Chen.

"I've long wanted to see the genius youngster of our Mathematics Department—today I finally meet him." Academician Xu Shihui said with a smile.

Regret Always in Autumn: Later we'll record when we play King-rank; let's start from Warrior-rank first.

Jia Yuanyuan went up to the second floor, and before she reached the serving window, she saw Gu Beiyé striding toward them.

Especially when she heard Gu Beiyé tell Yan Ning to bring more people, a vivid look of surprise appeared on her face.

"If you dare lay a single finger on Mr. Lin's wife, I'll shove you bastard back into your mother's belly!" Li Xianda roared.

Then, amid the uproar like a boiling cauldron, one after another saber-armed infantry clad in wart-woven armor parted the water and strode forth over the waves.

As his words fell, his body shot backward toward the rear door of the hall—the sound just now had come from there; he believed Yang Buhui was inside. When he saw Chen Mo dart out, although equally surprised, his hand did not stop. He reached out, his fingers gathering his body's true qi to activate his ultimate art, the Phantom-Yin Finger, and jabbed at Chen Mo.