Chapter 567: The Face-Saving Wang Yuhe

The next day.

At Zhennan Middle School that day, it was the Psychology Knowledge Competition Day.

Any particular reason?

No reason. Lan Lan decided it with her foot.

Her foot?

Jiang Nian woke up in bed, having dreamed of Lan Lan's freezing feet in black stockings. He realized that today was the day of the competition.

The teacher took office and cleverly invented a pretext.

Organized the students to take part in the competition.

Only when students take part can the competition be proper and compliant. The prize money is split three-seven,

Old Zhang: "A reporter from Beijing? That's wonderful." His tone clearly carried a note of pleasant surprise.

Duanmu Wei had not originally intended to make a move, but upon seeing this Buddhist bead, the thought arose in him! The matter of Long Tian could be set aside for now; this Buddhist bead seemed to have the effect of dispelling ghostly Qi. Obtaining such a Buddhist bead in the Lost City would be a tremendous help to him in seeking opportunities.

The reason Zhu Ruo left before the Martial Arts Assembly was, in large part, to avoid Lan He.

"What did you see? See a ghost?" the other two asked almost in unison.

Today was another fine day with a blazing sun. When two peerlessly beautiful women came down to dine, the great hall was already more than half full of seated guests.

Wang Qi had never imagined such a day would come for him; it seemed being a bodyguard was far harder than being an assassin.

"Right, aren't you planning to find a suitable butler and a cook? After all, a villa this big isn't that easy to manage." Beckham, standing nearby, asked curiously.

The person standing at the gate of the residence bowed in greeting upon seeing Ouyang Mengxin, a look of reverence appearing on his face as well—and this reverence came from deep within his bones, absolutely not a superficial show.

The Poison Sovereign had just seized power, and the Four Emperors had already put out word that they would sweep away the poison cultivators! To restore peace under heaven.

Just then, she heard a piercing cry from someone behind her, then cut off short. She smiled smugly, knowing Zhu Ruo had stepped in and subdued that black-robed elder.

He also told Zhuang Bufan that the cultivation method he was currently practicing was truly too poor, for a man who was going to become the world's number one.

Saying so, Lin Buyu released the pressure of a Warrior Realm Sixth Layer cultivator, and walked step by step toward Zhuang Bufan.

Riding his electric scooter to the Shangcheng Residence, Chunan confirmed once more that he hadn't come to the wrong place, then walked in.

His mind could be said to have been thoroughly captivated by certain things; he knew that in this regard, he might, for a while, for a period of time, for the better part of a year, completely forget all this.

For the young king of the pangolins, this was naturally a good thing; he laughed and raised both claws, cheering.

Hearing this, He the matchmaker seemed to suddenly remember the matter of the silver, and took out a piece of broken silver from her pouch. "Old sister-in-law, what you say makes sense. Of course this silver must be given.

"Th-this is me?" It was an extremely realistic style of painting. Auntie Hao could be certain that the person drawn on it was herself, but she suspected even more that Yu Han had used some sorcery to capture her twin sister and place her on the paper.

Gao Hua tossed the storage ring he had obtained from Liu Ergou to Yang Duan Gong, left behind a few words, then drifted away into the distance, leaving behind a pair of people and ghosts weeping in each other's arms.

Her heart gave a sudden lurch; before she could figure out why, she heard Su Mingyue speak up once more.

Duo'er looked at Inca ahead and laughed, her eyes full of kindness, just like Ah Ma twenty years ago.

Suddenly, Mu Yi saw over a dozen points of Jin Guang gathering together, and more importantly, at the very center, a flash of somewhat dim light vanished in an instant. Mu Yi instinctively held his breath, then threw himself forward without a care for anything else.

Not long after, Zhang Wangtian still had found nothing, so he left Tianlan Mountain with Chen Xiaowei and returned to Tianlan Village.

A month and a half slipped by in the blink of an eye; only a single month remained before the deadline set by the Soul-Locking Ancestor.

The dense forest's trees reached to the heavens, growing all manner of strange and peculiar flora, and insects and animals were extremely plentiful as well.