Chapter 487: That Was Indeed Very Bad

"Clear off your desks, weekly test, Zhou Ce."

Tao Ran stepped onto the podium, clutching a stack of Chinese language exams, his eyes lifeless, utterly drained.

"Hurry up."

At this, the classroom erupted in a chorus of discontented complaints.

"Next week is the provincial exam—still a weekly test?"

"Exactly, we have a weekly test tomorrow, review the next day, and the day after that is New Year's Eve—then it's the New Year holiday."

"We just got back, and now it's the provincial exam—"

Mu Meiqing heard it and said okay, probably because she was too tired; she told me several times, "Husband, I love you," then hung up.

Unfortunately, this was just Feiyu's own thought—right at the moment his tail flicked, the white fox immediately sensed it.

Ling Feng felt deeply puzzled; in his mind, Long Jiang had always been a tough, domineering man, so why was he being so polite on the phone now?

The ice spear was instantly upon them! Feel the bone-chilling howl behind you! The Hulk didn't need to turn around—he knew danger was coming, but he knew he couldn't dodge it; he hurled Thor forward, then—

"Look at her smug expression—who knows what Ling Boss sees in her to hire her as housekeeper?" Dong Mei grumbled.

But this guy just won't leave me alone—he won't go down—I really want to fucking pull it out and slap him twice.

They all noticed Lan Ruoxin's odd behavior since giving birth, so after discussing it, Lance volunteered to get her talking—hence this little scene.

"Boom!" A muffled roar erupted as a terrifying explosion rose over the sea, forming a mushroom cloud that shot skyward, shattering the rain clouds spawned by the storm.

One night, he lay on his bed, quietly gazing through the slightly leaky roof at the stars in the sky. The desert stars were incredibly beautiful, for there were few clouds here—almost every night, the starry sky shone just as brilliantly.

Barak bumped into Tang Zhenglong with his body; as the ball was about to slip away, Tang Zhenglong, off-balance, jabbed it with his toe.

Shen Longxuan suddenly remembered—he had once made a bet with Xue Fang: whoever reached the top ten of the inner disciples first would win, and the loser had to kiss the winner. Thinking of this, he relaxed.

"Whether it's you or anyone else in the Purification Agency, I know most of you are vicious criminals—each one of you would face a minimum death sentence if brought to court."

He didn't know how others cultivated their Yuan Spirit at the Emperor Realm, but his own Yuan Spirit grew stronger just by eating.

But this elation didn't last long—Sherman's gaze grew cold; he reached into his coat and stroked the delicate flintlock pistol, which gave him considerable comfort.

Even if your teeth are shattered, you still might not breach

a fortified city; even if you capture the city, you might not seize much.

This is precisely the trouble with hunters and demons: sever the head, and they still fight on instinct; pierce the heart, and with sheer willpower, they can gradually recover.

The south may be humid and hot, with too many insects and plagues, but at least water and grain are guaranteed.

The revenant corpse wore dense iron armor, but under Laurent's fierce assault, its chest armor was split open, revealing a massive gash of blood.

On the walk home, Liu He's mood was still good—he could just stay at home. Try to improve and adapt; if that fails, increase the population. According to ancient thinking, as long as people are fed, they'll have plenty of children. Better to find ways to ensure the people are well-fed and develop more side industries.

For some reason, when Sun Qi thought of this, he suddenly frowned, as if sensing a whiff of danger.

The massive snake head still lay beside Su Yang, its mouth wide open; Su Yang caught his breath and tried to push himself up from the ground—when suddenly he realized something was wrong.