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Chapter 549: How Did the Cold Goddess Turn Like This?

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In the classroom.

Jiang Nian finished solving a derivative problem and felt slightly bewildered.

He frantically derived for the answer, filling a whole page, yet earned only five out of fifteen points on the question.

The academic clique set a trap...

Buzz—the phone vibrated.

The class monitor's message: "Final exam scheduled for next Saturday and Sunday. Xiao Nian's holiday starts on the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month."

Seeing this, Jiang Nian was instantly stunned.

"Fuck?"

Had I known this, I'd have stayed inside longer—at least the two big brothers there were more peaceful.

Although his ability to peek into others' dreams wasn't that extraordinary, in a certain sense, it was quite similar.

When he left Dingjian Sect with Bai Su, Dongfang Xianyun personally saw them off, hovering around Bai Su the whole time, calling her "White Senior Sister" over and over—now, does the "White Senior Sister" in his mouth refer to Bai Su?

Qin Guang Wang snorted coldly, his eyes rolling around, yet couldn't think of any way to turn the situation.

At this moment, Zhou Sen deeply regretted his decision; after just one round, all three of his men were dead. Had he known Yang Hao was such a tough opponent, he wouldn't have dared to ambush him—even if given a thousand guts—he'd have avoided it. Now he'd lost both the chicken and the rice.

Fang Zheng also felt helpless; traveling with so many oddballs was indeed troublesome—he'd have to keep his Dream of Yellow Millet ability active the entire time to conceal their trail.

At this moment, Qu Li Ruo felt a deep warmth in her heart; she clearly understood Mu Qing's feelings for her now, and she felt incredibly fortunate to have met him in this life.

A momentary pause, then his thin lips curled slightly upward, and a vigorous aura surged from within.

Behind him, someone let out a startled cry first, then all eyes turned to his back—where Yang Hao had, as if by magic, produced one after another Yang Hao; before their stunned gazes, five additional "Yang Haos" appeared out of nowhere.

Legend says the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox is an ancient divine beast dwelling in Qingqiu; for thousands of years, this race has existed as royalty, rarely allying with humans, let alone becoming human divine beasts.

Nie Qing's snow-white neck was long and pale, and wherever his lips touched, a string of red marks remained.

They believed the base would never betray those willing to stay and defend it.

The room reeked of alcohol, littered with cigarette butts and empty bottles; the coffee table, sofa, and desk were askew, shards of broken vases scattered everywhere.

"Then naturally, the French will prepare to teach the Vietnamese a lesson?" Empress Dowager Cixi said. "Where do they plan to strike?" She asked Li Lianying, who had been silent beside her.

Zhao Lili suddenly smiled bitterly; over the past half-year, Yang Qi's personality changes often left her speechless—again, he was being this terse. She asked several questions, and he answered each with a single reply, not a word more. Was this called a detailed introduction?

Sure enough, the fellow's slick remark drew a sidelong glance from Ling'er, who was just about to get in the car.

But only if your reputation precedes you—otherwise, how would Liu Bei have known there was a Master Zhuge on Wolong Ridge?

Yet she dared not abort, dared not speak out, and ultimately chose to gamble on the life growing inside her.

She vaguely felt a cold breeze brushing her face, assuming it was just the night wind lifting the curtain, and paid no mind. She pulled the blanket tighter around herself.

Behind her, Ding He, closest to her, had already collapsed without a doubt the moment she scattered the powder downwind; the Qing-robed men farther away had stronger resistance and still maintained half-conscious awareness, struggling to chase Jiang Huijia.

"Chew slowly, eat all this, then bathe and change clothes, and stay here obediently to help Director Liu sweep the yard and wash clothes. About a month—I'll come back to pick you up…" Since it was a lie anyway, Su Xing decided to play the villain to the end.

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