Chapter 495: Has This Sports Field Suddenly Turned Into My Grave?

Chinese Language Office.

Jiang Nian still learned basic filming techniques from Old Liu—crude, but enough for a New Year's video.

The more awkward... no, the more stiff, the more youthful.

After morning run.

Gao San students surged up the stairs, cramming the staircase with heat and noise—chattering like dumplings boiling in a pot.

Jiang Nian followed the crowd upstairs, turned his head, and spotted Tao Ran ahead—he reached out and tapped his shoulder.

Yang Du spat out a remark, glanced at Li Zi and unintentionally caught his half-smile—he muttered to himself.

Wa Tong's route avoided the marsh entirely, but the Dragon Hawk sensed death's scent, so they entered the marsh to investigate.

"Doesn't she admit that once a mechanical foot exceeds ten meters, the taller it is, the clumsier it becomes?" Hong Bai said.

The grand spectacle in Suiyi Town must rely on the Longtail Monster Hand for its performance—can't have any problems now.

Her mood matched his—excited, happy, joyful—and the kiss grew passionate, no longer like before, when he kissed her and she merely endured it silently.

Gu Weiran was a fine man, absurdly handsome in any situation—even drunk, he looked stunning.

In the 1980s, Japan grew too arrogant, prompting multiple European and American finance ministers to jointly pressure it, forcing the yen to appreciate and crushing Japanese exports.

During a bull market, securities firm clients actively invested in stocks; Hong Kong Securities naturally earned massive commissions. After paying bank interest, these commissions still generated huge surpluses.

Shangguan Mingnan had once said such words to her, but his tone then had never been this firm—it made Yi Qiling utterly unable to accept it.

"Then I am 'Demon King Descending.'" Gu Tie raised his right hand, releasing concentric rings of purple qi.

Her cloth shoes were long worn through; her Bai Xi soles were cut by twigs and stones, blood streaming—yet she still gritted her teeth and ran on.

Li Changqian sighed deeply, smiling bitterly in silence—he obeyed Park Nogbuk's words because the Park family had saved him at his most desperate hour.

He hadn't expected this tiger-girl Li Youyue to be this blunt—especially when he noticed Xiao Na's strange gaze, his face burning like fire.

Though he knew even paying off the money might not erase the Jin family's hatred, at least for now, this trouble was temporarily resolved.

"Attack..." But Xie Wuji's luck was terrible—the Yuan patrol soldiers just happened to pass the gate, immediately letting out a piercing shriek. Instantly, alarms blared throughout the camp, and one after another Yuan soldier burst from their tents.

One after another Yuan soldier burst from their tents.

Though they didn't know Lin Chen's true identity—only that he'd been rescued by accident—his skill, tone, and aura made it clear: Lin Chen was no ordinary man.

But as he stepped back, Qin Fan lunged forward first, swung his arm, and unleashed a Tiger Form chopping force—striking his chest without mercy, sending Ba Song flying.

Looking at the face pierced through and dripping blood, warm blood splattered onto his face, even dripping into his open mouth.

"Hey, can you still hold on?" Xiang Yu asked again—he saw how weak Yuan Shi had become.

"What must come cannot be avoided—if this Li Luohé challenges me, I'll accept it." Qin Fan was half a member of the Guoshu circle; retreating now would disgrace Fang Zhenxing and smear the reputation of Fang's Baji Quan.

When Xia Xue and Lin Dong woke up according to their usual circadian rhythm and came to attend to Ye Skinned Liuli, she was already fully dressed and made up.