Chapter 568: What is Master Jiang's job?

Before evening self-study.

Cai Xiaoqing brought a piece of news, "Tao Ran has a fever and is on a drip, taking leave. You're the only one left for the knowledge quiz."

Jiang Nian: "......."

The class committee member really did burn out.

"It's our class, and I'm the only one left." He corrected her. "Anyone who didn't know would think I did the class committee member in."

Cai Xiaoqing shot him a look and couldn't be bothered to argue.

"You go ahead."

Approaching the period

However, Priest Jianmu forbade Cheng Jinzhou from wearing underwear. Even producing his sacrificial identity was useless.

"Stop dawdling, saving Brother Tao is what matters. If I can't take the exam this year, I can take it next year; for Brother Tao I'm willing to wait a year. Besides, besides me, do you have a good candidate?" Wang Xiaona said firmly.

When the nobles say "no" to dissenters, the Astromancer has the power to destroy them physically, but cannot replace them spiritually.

With this incident, Li Jinyu grew all the more convinced that behind this whole affair there had to be a hidden mastermind pulling the strings.

"Haha, a very strange remark, but I like this kind of thinking. Some people are born with a certain mission in this world, while others are destined to play another role—that's what 'life is a play' means. And who says two protagonists can't appear at the same time in one world?" Ye Hanxiao said with a smile.

This Dong Hao's family background was bound to be stronger than any clan in Qingyun City—that was inevitable.

But this time, before those fellows could make a move, Mo Wen had already struck. The Snake Scale Dagger could launch attacks according to Mo Wen's divine sense; the moment Mo Wen thought it, the Snake Scale Dagger would immediately grasp his command and launch an attack.

Da Tian's fist slammed straight into Ye Hanxiao's forearms; Ye Hanxiao pretended to be in pain and retreated two steps.

Water—water was everywhere here, and not ordinary water at that, but water imbued with a special energy. Could it be that this place was not only the hiding spot of the Sky-Subduing Divine Sword fragment, but also the legendary Water-Extinction Ground?

With a cold laugh, Jiang Yansong at this point had no intention of speaking nicely to Xu Tian Chou and Ling Feng, and prepared to threaten them directly.

But the very next instant, those two once-mighty senior and junior brothers were suddenly sucked onto the membrane of light.

Li Tianze's smile was charming; after greeting the two he left the locker room. Tonight's SD had only five matches, and once the next one ended he'd have to go on.

Ye Tian's eyes shimmered with an unusual light. To prove his line of thought correct, he hurriedly condensed a wisp of transparent true qi and gathered it at his fingertips. Then he pointed two fingers to the left first, and pressed to the right; in an instant, two streams of transparent true qi had swiftly spread east and west.

"Hehe, well, this disciple's cultivation can only wield a spirit weapon; otherwise this disciple would have forged himself a magic treasure." Long Chen said with a sheepish chuckle.

Li Tie's car was a two-box Fukang; driving it for a day he could net two or three hundred yuan, and at night he'd rent it out to an acquaintance to drive, adding rental income—far more than slaving away at a regular job.

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Wang Shixian looked at the stitched wounds all over his body, as if he were a rag doll sewn together from scraps, and felt a little lost. Clearly Emily had paid a great deal to save him, but was it worth it? The master who worked so hard to save her son—but what about Wang Chi? Had anyone cared about his feelings?

At first he resisted this version of himself fiercely—constantly hurting himself, clipping his nails, slashing the veins on the back of his hands, smearing on face cream—but no matter how he struggled, in the end he would still revert to this ghostly appearance.