Chapter 489

Jiang Nian withdrew his gaze, thinking it strange and odd.

His math grades had always been poor.

Not to mention failing weekly tests—even provincial joint exams, scoring only 120 points isn't surprising.

Before the exam, my fate is mine to command; after the exam, I kneel before heaven and beg for mercy.

I'm used to it.

A while later, Chen Yunyun came over, holding a box of fruit in disposable packaging: navel oranges and strawberries.

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Lu Shuang, Fu Bo, and Tang Yi were instantly startled; through layers of white mist, they saw dozens of white bones suddenly launch an attack on them, and of course, fear surged in their hearts.

What kind of person was the Yellow Emperor? What merits did he have for our people? Unfortunately, the Yellow Emperor is too distant from us; his deeds are hard to verify in reliable historical records, and we can only sketch his great image through ancient myths and legends.

A sound like a horn rose outside the window; Jun Wuxia had been about to say more, but he fell silent upon hearing it.

"Good!"—no sooner had the word left his lips than Dongfang Jing unleashed sudden force; a sharp "creak" came from Zhao Gan's shoulder, and Zhao Gan winced, sucking in cold air, yet refused to make a single sound.

Though she reminded herself of this, the next second, when she heard that shocking statement again, her heart still betrayed her and stirred uncontrollably.

Yesterday, no wonder Lin Li stood guard at the dock, no wonder Mother and Brother looked strange—Yu Army was going to negotiate with Shi Zhibang?

Perhaps she just wanted to see what the person who had opposed her all along looked like. Zhao Fei told herself. The roaring crowd pulled her thoughts back.

"Don't look—she's already far away." She-arch, with a slightly bald forehead, nudged Lin Zifeng, whose face beamed with happiness.

"Ling Yu, Ling Yu!" His large hands shook Ling Yu desperately. Suddenly, his hands touched a mangled, bloody right arm—he screamed and jerked them away as if shocked.

The boy stumbled, nearly toppling off the stool, but gripped his fishing rod, which seemed fixed in midair.

The ward had two beds, but the patients weren't lying on them; blood stained every surface—on the beds, on the floor—everywhere, and the stench of blood was unbearable.

"I came here solely to apologize to Miss—this is your handkerchief; I'm returning it to you," Bi Huaheng said.

Both still remembered how the King of Hell had reacted upon seeing Xiao Zhan—his exaggerated shock, as if he'd seen a man risen from the dead, no, a ghost risen from the dead.

"Xu Fu?" Lu Chen and Chen Feng exclaimed in unison; Lu Chen even stepped back several paces, his gaze fixed on Xu Fu, who knelt on the ground, head bowed.

Within the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain, Bi Huaheng, after being treated by Suiyuan Daoist,

now looked much more spirited, and this morning was when Bi Huaheng and the others set out for Wudang Mountain; another group, led by Ancestor Lin Yu, departed together for Qingliu Cave.

"Mr. Tan Zhengzong? Director? And… Father?!" Bao Sheng Yongmeng stared wide-eyed, utterly stunned at Bao Sheng Qingchang, his father whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Mommy's tired, Xue'er, be good—tell Uncle if you noticed anyone coming into the tent." After everyone left to gather outside the square, Lu Chen picked up Xue'er and asked.

A week passed, and as Bai Liyuan had predicted, the Golden Salamander Clan had indeed left Yun City Academy.

But this method didn't always work—perhaps only two or three times out of ten succeeded; the rest of the time, Rong Nancheng would ignore her completely.

The land issue was settled, but what followed next troubled Chen Yu… one of them was the problem of talent.