Chapter 99: Getting Back on the Road

“I’m leaving,” Chen Haiyan said with a smile, forcing her voice to remain calm.

“Oh,” Zhou Jinbei replied, head bowed, as if utterly unconcerned.

“When Mom’s gone, take care of yourself.”

Chen Haiyan turned into a wisp of wind, circling Zhou Jinbei twice before shooting upward and vanishing.

“Mom~”

Zhou Jinbei cried out, unable to hold back anymore, wiping tears as she whispered through sobs.

Just

Her graduate life was remarkably full—she usually spent time in the lab with Professor Lin, bullying the little bacteria babies, and occasionally substituted for the busy Professor Lin in class.

Even if she lost the Dragon Ring, if her personality changed too drastically, Sun Feifei’s suspicious nature would inevitably raise doubts.

Zhang Xiao chuckled, then rose to his feet, unwilling to discuss this topic—it was too exhausting.

Everyone focused on eating cake, even Zhang Xiao forgot that placing the template and candles together could ignite them.

He truly appreciated Old Hu—he was the one who guided him onto the path of becoming an entertainer, which led to his TV appearances, fame, meeting the abbot of Shaolin, and knowing world-class directors.

Feng Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stared down at her without moving a step, watching her intently.

Liu Liang paused, but unlike Zhang Yang, he didn’t look disappointed—he simply nodded silently again, then stepped down.

Even so, the long-legged cat lying on the ground was bleeding from the waist, staining the fallen leaves; the needle-like spikes quickly surrounded and protected him.

“You find it unbelievable? You think I’ve wasted a genius of the Art Sect?” Leng Mingyue could imagine how the Art Academy’s teachers and students would react.

Song Ningyao lifted the still-steaming chicken soup. “Mother, this is the tonic I made myself—it’s just the right temperature now. Since your body is weak, this is perfect!” As she spoke, she fed Bai Shi spoonful by spoonful.

Xue Yu had never heard that the buttocks could be used for such intimate acts—it was something she had never tried, nor even imagined.

Shuimu Nianhua nodded, her gaze fixed blankly on the Duel Demon and the Tank—only these two players remained beside the Lord-level Boss.

Long after, the news of Yun Yi’s ascent within Yunyi Pass crossed Wuwei Pass and Zhangde Pass, reaching the Great Yue Empire and the Great Tang Empire.

What made players begin to pay attention to other side professions occurred on the tenth day of the internal test.

Maine’s latitude is several degrees lower than Ireland’s, but still above 45°N, roughly equivalent to Heilongjiang, so summers remain quite cool.

After today’s incident, his suppressed desires for Gu Qiqi had fully awakened—he could no longer guarantee that when he saw her again, he’d be able to hold her naturally, nor could he guarantee that sleeping beside her, he’d merely hold her without doing anything else.

That day, Chen Hao and Song Chuchu left, while Wang Shuai and Leng Xie escaped through another passage; after emerging, Wang Shuai returned with Leng Xie to their sect to enter seclusion, and recently succeeded in breaking through to the Primordial Realm.

Jian Weilan entered the room, took out a bag of fragrant powder from her purse, and smiled with a seductive, sinister curl of her lips.

“What’s wrong with me? Why—you should know why it is,” Mu Zhaoyang bit her lip tightly, tilting her head up to gaze at Bi Shui with a sorrowful expression, tears welling in her eyes.

“I don’t know what to say—what I want to say, you already know…” Xiao Luofan’s expression was unreadable—pained, yet tinged with hope.

Yang Shuai stormed out, only to encounter an unexpected person—Ma Junwu. Yang Shuai’s face lit up: “Brother Junwu!” He moved forward to grasp his hands, then suddenly remembered something, his expression darkening; he shook his head, looking pained: “Ah.” Then he sidestepped Ma Junwu entirely.