Chapter 483: This One Is Even More Heavyweight

At the school gate.

Jiang Nian gazed toward the direction of the sports field; the noise gradually faded away.

The night wind blew past; he scraped the gravel beneath his shoes with his foot, making a rustling sound. He occasionally glanced in a certain direction, silently waiting.

Soon, Li Qingrong arrived.

She carried a cloth handbag, her posture upright. She stopped before Jiang Nian, thought for a moment, then said.

"I just ran into a teacher."

His heart tightened, "Who?"

The heavily rusted iron chain snapped; after his physical strength and stamina were enhanced, Sōkurō Fuyuya forcibly smashed open the door.

The light swept over, and Zhao Ruozhi saw that beside the tree was a hole—the stench was emanating from within it.

Yet now, as they hurried toward the underground palace, the two secretly competed, evenly matched; this left Wuyouzi silently astonished, casting them a look full of unspoken meaning—truly, a scholar's worth changes after three days, demanding a new appraisal.

The autumn poplar grove felt desolate; the Poplar Gully was piled high with fallen leaves, the surrounding wormwood shriveled, and occasionally chunks of earth tumbled from the tall earthen wall—only a yellow weasel, agile and nimble, could have done it.

But Ba Fenghan was slightly luckier—he had already identified his reputation-grinding target early on, and defeated Dugu Ba in full view of everyone.

In an instant, Liu Gangcheng felt a sharp pain in his eyes, like shampoo seeping into them during a shower, bringing a burning, searing ache.

Jin Xiyue was carefully studying the spirit monkey when suddenly it let out a "puk!" and spat out a peach, pale pink inside, offering it to Jin Xiyue.

Chen Guofeng said to Fang Mu: "Fang Mu, let me introduce you—this is Yang Yanfei, a strength-type ability user!" Ability users had continuously emerged since the emergence of spiritual energy, some innate, some acquired; Yang Yanfei was clearly acquired, yet still enough to make many envious.

One was the planner, executor, and sole core expert of the "Pangu's Great Axe" project, known only to a select few: national leadership and core team members.

Although this was something he had never anticipated, Li Shimin immediately agreed.

"The general said that as a man, defending home and country is one's duty—even if one must die, one should die on the battlefield, at least killing a few Tartars," Chen Sheng declared firmly.

Mu Jin lightly bit her lip, unsure how to explain her origins to Song Yanzhao.

The basketball, deflected slightly, veered off its original path; Carter leaped forward urgently to regain control, but clearly, the western team had another guard with a center's physique.

"Good, very good—what do you want to eat?" Xia Hong's joy was unmistakable in her eyes and brows; she'd even worried they'd delay having children after marriage.

He had many concubines in his back courtyard.

Since setting the wedding date, he had rarely gone to the back courtyard.

She set the letter aside, plopped down on the chair, and unconsciously pondered what these six characters could possibly mean.

Lan Jin's expression turned solemn, and he silently vowed: what happened to Mei Yu, he would never allow to happen to Yu Xue.

Chu Hanxiong frowned; though their forces were now insufficient, they had the poison smoke and weapons provided by my lord—why then was my lord so hesitant? They should have had confidence to fight.

Feifei is in grave danger—Derick could not let Mi Qing leave. He stretched out his long arm, gripping Luo Sen's shoulder, unleashing his full aura, standing like a single man holding the pass against ten thousand.

As the rain intensified and the wind grew fiercer, Helte also grew anxious; they could barely move a step and were under constant attack.

After hearing Yandaozi's two sentences, everyone except Xing Kai, who sat with eyes closed and silent, showed expressions of sudden understanding.