Chapter 530: What a Lecher

Evening self-study.

Zhang Ningzhi flipped open the tiny calendar on her desk and saw a red circle drawn on Sunday's slot.

Jiang Nian only resembles a human being when he's out on a date.

The rest of the time, hard to say.

"What class tomorrow?" Li Hua flipped open the schedule, answering himself, "Nice, two periods of language arts."

He turned his head and looked—Jiang Nian's seat was empty.

"Why hasn't he come back yet? What's he busy with?"

"My grandfather is still in closed-door cultivation right now, and I have no idea when he'll come out!" Huang Xuanling said with a bitter smile.

The Dark Division, whose entire day was spent either taking out enemies or gathering intelligence, was being driven half-mad by all sorts of tedious situations.

Song Yuan had never taken the few Imperial Princes who challenged her in court seriously; her greatest threat to the throne had always been that old thing.

So Ye Han tried—he wanted to pull himself free from this sea of magma, relying on his palm-sized elemental body to leave this sea of lava and escape with his life.

In an instant, the expressions of the old general and the black-armored man changed simultaneously, both turning rigid and ashen, and a cold killing intent instantly spread across the entire Chenhun Chengnan area; especially the old general, whose aged muscles now swelled violently, veins bulging on his arms, hands clenched into fists—and suddenly, the old general's figure vanished.

Lan Yaoyao set her bare feet on the ground, scooped the man up with her right hand and placed him on the bed, pulled the blanket over him, and only then rose to leave.

Such a lifeless place, without companions, was extremely hard to endure; only a cultivator could bear such loneliness for long.

"Big brother, I heard you singing on the bus just now—you sing beautifully…" Cai Yan smiled slightly at the sight and stepped forward to speak; she found that the common folk of Yanmen were different from those elsewhere, not only unafraid of the army, but their interactions with each other carried a sense of warmth.

He knew that, at his level, whether it was fighting or trading barbs, he was no match for Wu Yazhi at all.

Xia Chen grinned, feeling that his side had already taken an absolute lead; the honors class would be very hard to overtake now.

At this moment, the Devil and the Monkey walked over; seeing the dire wolf's wretched state, the Monkey slammed a fist into the ground and burst into tears on the spot, while the Devil stood beside him, eyes tightly shut and head tilted back, unable to bear watching any longer.

It's just that, vast as the world is, where on earth was he to find the other five kinds of gu worms? The true qi in his body had now completely vanished—when on earth could it recover?

I pretended not to hear, and kept walking forward as if nothing were wrong; those two were trained professional bodyguards, probably hired by Lana as well, and the moment they sensed danger, they unhesitatingly drew their pistols.

Moreover, during the Spurs' three-game losing streak, every rookie got plenty of playing time; Popovich, rarely trusting the bench unit this much, simply let them go out and take over the game.

The members of the Haige Club weren't particularly happy just because Xu Yan had a sure win—this was only natural; they had long known Xu Yan could beat Zhong Han.

In the early Qing period, the merchants of Guangzhou, relying on the special privileges granted by the Qing government, monopolized all of Guangzhou's foreign trade; this was the predecessor of the Thirteen Factories of Guangdong, commonly known as the "foreign firms" and the "compradors."

"Waiter!" Tang Yao rang the bell directly to call a waiter over—this matter had to have an explanation.

Fire Release? Mental damage? If it were anyone else, they'd truly be at a loss against this situation, but Mizuki was no ordinary ninja.

"Use fire, use fire!" Anqier was hopping anxiously on the spot, but the key point was that the Spirit Fire was on Tang Feng, and Dongfang Feng'er, who possessed the Undying Phoenix, had entered the Heavenly Sha King City together with Tang Feng.

This second-year was really annoying—sure, those two long arms of his made her very uncomfortable, and now whenever she got the ball, he'd stick to her like a dog-skin plaster, impossible to shake off.