Chapter 684

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“You wouldn’t remember anyway.” It wasn’t that he forgot—it was because he didn’t care. He thought it absurd: if she didn’t care for him, how could she possibly remember?

The old man chuckled and patted Ling’er on the head. “That’s settled.” He gave Gu Yun no chance to refuse.

His lecture began to deteriorate the moment it started in France; originally meant as academic promotion, it had now turned him into a recognized expert in international relations.

After speaking, the guard smiled and left. Only then did Bai Gang have time to carefully observe the elf mage he was to care for—Ji Erna.

Thirty-five thousand was already high for this piece of black blood ink gold. After the brocade-clad youth gave up, no one else competed with Gu Yun. After Hua Qianying called out three times, the black blood ink gold officially became Gu Yun’s.

Count Weima quickly regained his battle-hardened composure. Politically, he was a fool—easily tricked and even helping his deceivers count their money—but militarily, he still possessed genuine skill. Had he not underestimated Bai Gang, the latter’s group would have struggled to hold back even one assault.

But Huang Feng didn’t dwell on it. If one slash wasn’t enough, he’d strike again. The blood-red curved blade retracted, then slashed out once more.

Releasing one or two songs a year was enough to create maximum sensation, because these pieces had been tested by history.

Li Tianqiang couldn’t bear his mother’s scolding and reluctantly said to Song “Yu” Yao, “I’m sorry.”

Although they came to school together, Wei Suo didn’t escort Murong Xue to her class training, because Murong Xue said it might look improper.

The fire dragon let out a deafening roar, its terrifying true dragon aura causing overwhelming awe.

“Boom!” Inside Su Yang’s mind sea, his spiritual force exploded suddenly. In an instant, Su Yang felt his entire mind sea might burst—powerful spiritual energy surged wildly within it.

Stumbling behind Chi Zhaoxian, Du Youjia, his body hypersensitive, felt a tingling numbness along his arm, his eyes brimming with tears. His blurred vision grew hazy under the chilly wind of the rooftop, so much so that he didn’t even notice Chi Zhaoxian speaking to him.

Sensing his precarious situation, Zhao Yishan became distracted and absentminded before Mi Yao, who grew deeply displeased.

As Jing Qi left, Su Yang immediately grew excited, swiftly stuffing the spirit stones into his space ring, then pulling the three beside him away from the place.

The one I like… me? Du Youjia stared nervously at Chi Zhaoxian’s enigmatic expression, unable to speak. Is this what liking feels like? Why didn’t I notice before? And what even is “liking”???

As soon as the suppression was lifted, the demon core began spinning instantly. The red patterns on its surface flashed wildly, and moments later, they were flung out of Su Yang’s mind sea by the core’s rotation.

The forest of spears and towering shields were standard-issue equipment—uniform and precise. The three-foot-long hook-sickles and shields as tall as a man all proclaimed the unique military bearing of the Kuizhou Army.

“You lost the match—now pay us the reward! You’re a curse to demons!” one demon cultivator fumed inwardly.

The true venue of the Jiuxiao Tournament wasn’t inside Jiuxiao City—it was merely a temporary gathering point. The actual location lay within a mountain range outside Jiuxiao City.

When Li Xi saw Su Zhenyu scanning her, she lifted her chin and met his gaze directly.

Turning to look around, Li Han realized he was in a valley, surrounded by towering green mountains whose vegetation resembled Earth’s closely.

“Mu Miss’s delayed menstruation is due to severe injuries and excessive blood loss last month. Her nausea and vomiting stem from her diet during recovery—mostly bland food, with no meat for a long time. After eating the greasy braised pork, her stomach couldn’t adapt, hence the nausea and vomiting,” Lu Nanxing explained.

To uncover the source of the Anti-Magic Energy organization’s technology and understand how they harnessed Taishui power, Zhou Lang temporarily held back, waiting for the right moment.

At that moment, Mu Qianmei was in a mysterious state—she felt that if she added just a bit more spiritual energy, she could smoothly reach Foundation Establishment.

However, Situ Changxiao decisively abandoned the rescue attempt and planned to wait until dawn to assess the situation before acting.

As the countdown ended, Zhou Lang’s mind jolted—a powerful spiritual force surged through the sensory helmet, flooding the entire mech.

Li Youran reactivated the system and began carefully examining its detailed prompts.

Qu Yunyang asked no more. A proud genius who willingly admits defeat to an opponent speaks volumes about that opponent’s strength.

“Hu Beiting, you sent Weiwei to the countryside, didn’t you? What will it take to get her back?” Hu Lady thought: if Hu Beiting could bring Weiwei home, she wouldn’t need to strike a deal with Hu Beiqing.

“But you can go—wear the brooch I gave you. If the foreigner pulls a dirty trick, seeing the brooch will remind you of me,” Gao Jun said. “Also, don’t tell him we switched dorms—I’m afraid he’ll sneak over to attack you at night.”

“To hell with your strategy—only good at sucking up. He’s sending us to die!” Hu Sandao muttered curses at Li Changhe.

They also realized this man had united numerous experts to slay a celestial being—he was the enemy of the Four Fiendish Spirits of Tian.

Li Tu’s spatial domain exerted immense pressure on Ye Meng, but Ye Meng had no intention of being slaughtered.

“The boss doesn’t object?” Huang Yueying, hearing Li Zhi’s words, instantly brightened and smiled.