Chapter 518: You

Hearing this, Lin Dong perked up.

Without even drying his feet, he stood in the dormitory hallway in soaking wet slippers, opening the app in the dead of winter.

Lin Dong tapped in to find a blank screen, so he walked to the window and raised his phone.

"Heavenly Lord, I offer up Cheng's five years of romantic luck—quickly give me a hit! And please bless me with a high score."

The next instant, the screen switched.

The screen displayed: Candidate: Lin Dong. Only the mathematics column showed up.

Zhang Shan sighed and said something; Fang Zheng agreed with this view, while Chen Guangyun smiled faintly.

Ye Chen grew more and more stifled by the thought; his grievance had nowhere to go, so he spotted a can at his feet and kicked it hard forward.

Shu Man involuntarily reached out, wanting to touch those familiar eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips… but before her fingers could make contact, Jiang Yan's eyes slowly opened.

Heavenly lightning entered his body; Ye Chen trembled violently, his hair stood on end, black smoke rose, his clothes were charred—but his body suffered no major damage, for the divine thunder had been blocked by the Flame Armor.

With wealth scattered, peace followed. The sect that received so many spirit stones from Yuyue Xuan would naturally do something; even if only for the promise of a steady two-tenths share of future profits, Yuyue Xuan's safety need not trouble the young Bingyue siblings further.

"The New Year is coming soon—same as always, shall we go to the old family estate on New Year's Eve?" Mo's mother brought up the topic again.

Remember, inside the Hundred-Life Mirror, one instant equals a thousand years—how many years had Bingyue spent inside, having stayed nearly eighteen hours?

With every step he took, the earth trembled slightly; an invisible pressure, like Mount Taishan, bore down on Ye Shan's heart.

Then, with reverent expressions, they began lining up to bow, kowtow, offer flowers, burn incense, clasp their hands, and murmur prayers—as if worshipping a Buddha.

Qu Siyao and the other two took the walkie-talkies, entered their respective villas with deep confusion, each more puzzled than the last.

"If Hua Hua knew she was your cousin, she'd probably go insane?" Han Baobao laughed; she'd once supported Hua Hua's pursuit of Su Mu, but now she realized it had been pure nonsense.

Lu Yunqing immediately frowned, dropped the previous topic, and strode forward to grasp Shen Xia's hand.

"My Lady, Miss Ye has arrived again—just as you asked about her, she showed up. Perfect timing," Zhao the Nanny said, turning back to the Princess upon hearing Miss Ye had come.

"This…?" The donkey-faced man nearly pissed himself—how had Su Mu suddenly turned into livestock? My god! He spun to run, but how could Su Mu let him escape?

I don't know why Song Anran made this remark. I only know one thing: this remark wasn't aimed at me.

At this point, Lu Tingquan had already been taken away, and the Lu family villa was surrounded by imperial guards; though no one had yet stormed in to search or interrogate, it was obvious that, barring unforeseen events, it was only a matter of time.

They said nothing more, didn't disturb them, and left with their people, giving them space to talk, to be together.

Ling'er didn't resist Luo Jun's attacks too hard; after the Great Teleportation Technique broke through, she simply stopped above a stretch of ocean.

When the Qiongwhale Boat docked at the Qibao Sect's pier, the sect's leader, Gu Yuanhai, personally met them at the gangway—truly granting Rong She every honor.

"Master," came the murmured greeting after a brief silence; everyone bowed, including Bai Dede, and she bowed with perfect formality.

Jiang Ting maximized her advantages in agility and speed, avoiding all direct contact with the Iron Corpse, swiftly circling behind it, slashing through its nape and severing its head clean off, then marching forward without looking back toward her next target.

He Yi glanced at Dongfang Yi, who shook his head. "I'm fine!" Clearly, he had no intention of sitting.