Chapter 504: Before the Major Exam (Thank You, Hai Ge, for the Two Alliance Donations)

"Put it next to me, otherwise we won't be able to find it."

"Okay, okay."

This exchange repeated endlessly down the corridor; under dim lighting, shadows moved everywhere, carrying books back and forth.

Nie Qiqi had originally wanted to find the class monitor to help move books, to show off her eagle-like womanly strength.

"Hm?"

"Class monitor, where are your books?"

Li Qingrong, upon hearing this, began tidying her desk.

"He moved them."

"Alright, hurry up and handle this matter of Divine Smoke. Report to me immediately if you need any support," Zhuo Yi kept interrupting Mo Mo.

The medicinal scent filling the room immediately revealed the truth to Su Xin; she understood what had happened, yet said nothing, as per her agreement with Yun Yao.

Shangguan Wan'er wore a calm expression; Zi Xuan did not know what Ling Luo intended to do, but she knew well—so Ling Luo's words did not surprise her.

Speaking, he leapt forward; no motion was seen, yet with a light sweep of his right hand, the dust whisk, he ceased all movement.

"Me?" Wu Xuefei, pointed at, froze—she never expected Yu Xiaofang would dump the burden onto her.

Dawn's first light crept in; Ling Jiantong stretched lazily on her bed, rolled over slowly on her own, then opened her eyes. The wine from yesterday hadn't been strong, but too much had made her skull throb painfully.

The eight men were terrified, utterly unable to resist the tiger's assault; with one swipe and one roar, their weapons shattered, flames flickered out, and upon closer look, all eight lay defeated at Luo Fei's feet, the latter holding eight sword tokens, glancing not once, he erased their marks outright.

Their entwined bodies mirrored the earlier crossing of twin swords; feeling his breath, Zhuo Tian's heart flared hot and he kissed her again.

Wu Yu and Wu Di had stayed at Luo Li's place these past two days; Wu Di had helped craft the secret potion, and the Leopard Clan had herbs aiding transformation—the two shamans got along well.

Matsui, full of confidence, had expected to crush his foe at once, but explosions kept erupting from the bushes. Though casualties were light, the Japanese soldiers trembled, each step forward exacting a price.

She discovered she lay atop a table resembling a hospital operating table—her clothes were no longer the tattered ones the Mechanizers had torn apart.

As she helped him sit up, Ning Hao couldn't help but whistle. This special forces physique was incredible—shot through the body, and already sitting up the next day.

"Young Master Qin, what gift do you bring? I hear your lips are the sharpest and your face the thickest. Will you offer lips or skin?" Lu Changfeng stared at Qin Xiao and shouted.

The two faintly saw Qin Xiao's figure within the blood column; their expressions hardened. Their long swords slowly extended forward.

Picking it up, she sniffed—it carried a pure aura-essence scent, just as Ao Feng had said; it seemed only the outer layer of the medicinal fruit had been infused with aura. Those unfamiliar would truly mistake it for a pill.

Jing Chuan shook his head with a bitter smile and did not answer Ao Feng; he knew that the more Qing Zhu acted this way, the more she cared for him, feared he'd neglect her. With so many people on the road, why would she pout at them? Because she didn't like them.

Seeing Dong Lianzhu's neatly combed hair now wildly disheveled by the wind, and her anxious expression, Li Xunhuan wanted to say something—but the words died in his throat. He sighed softly, fell silent, and led the way ahead.

Situ Meiqiong's heart was heavy too; she had to go to that place. But now, only this desperate gamble could move Ning Hao. Whether it would succeed or fail, she had no idea at all.