Chapter 574: How Beautiful?

In the afternoon, quiet study period.

Jiang Nian carried his math exam paper to find Teacher Qi Xue, passing by the office just in time to catch sight of Old Liu's younger daughter.

She sat on the chair, hugging snacks between her legs.

She was too small, making the snack bag look huge. Both hands grabbed potato chips and slowly stuffed them into her mouth.

Old Liu was grading exams while scrolling on his phone.

"Teacher."

Old Liu jumped, instinctively hiding his phone. He turned and saw Jiang.

He was unquestionably among the top tier, capable of being a team leader; among team leaders, this guy's IQ ranked among the very best.

Shi Yong and several men had searched the entire riverside but found no one; they would continue searching, and now they returned to tell Grandmother Shi to go home and rest.

Cai Dian wasn't sure whether Zhao Kai wanted to reveal his investor identity and dared not mention it.

He Shi Jia thought it wasn't enough; when He Shi Jia tried to block her with her hand, she gripped He Shi Jia's throat tighter.

Everyone who passed by marveled at the stir-fried dishes of one restaurant; gradually, its reputation spread throughout Chang'an City, along with the restaurant's notorious rule about flatulence.

But he could tell his skill was truly mediocre; if the bar wanted to last, it should never have hired someone like this.

Realizing something was off, and seeing everyone watching her, Lin Mengmeng blushed and lowered her head, burying herself in Zhao Kai's arms.

Of course, there were also those psychologically twisted criminals who, upon seeing these scenes, were not shocked at all—instead, they were extremely excited.

He Shi Jia tossed her one of her own notebooks—the yellow ones with green stripes—on which were written neatly, "He Shi Jia."

Who would have thought that his own sister nearly got sexually exploited at his own company? If this got out, wouldn't it become a joke?

Precisely because he understood this, Captain Song could only remain silent about all questions and kept comforting Li Dong's emotions.

Liu Yuan and the other Qixiao Sword Sect elders stared at Qin Xuan, their hearts surging; they had seen Yan Ji's attack—it could erase ordinary ninth-rank cultivators, yet it failed to defeat that man; his strength was truly terrifying.

Thinking of this, Shi Yao unconsciously smiled, but at the same time, she became even more determined to grow stronger—she would not let such a disaster happen to her again.

His constitution was unusual; before becoming a Yuan King, his realm advancement was extremely slow. He has already worked incredibly hard to reach this point—what more do you want from him?

If Zhao Yi openly defied the imperial decree, such a talent who dared defy the Son of Heaven—even if he possessed the ability to pacify the realm—He Jin would never dare employ him; instead, he would seize this chance to crush Zhao Yi and ensure he never rose again.

Saying this, Li Dao Yuan flashed forward and reappeared in the center of the arena; over a hundred crystal balls swiftly gathered around him under his control.

She watched his back recede; at that moment, he was no longer the pretentious king—he was entirely the cheerful, simple boy from Sanxing City.

Seeing Hong Yi, Shi Yao's heart, which had not stirred with longing in a long time, began to beat again. She stared blankly at the man walking toward her, her expression complex.

Du Yu, Shujin, the King of Jadeite… besides Fu Yue, who else could have arranged this so flawlessly?

Stephen and his group needed insect-repelling powder, large quantities of antidotes, and pills to counter miasma. The Five-Ring Tower is urgently preparing these materials, and many specialists in alchemy have been temporarily recalled.

Her lower body was red, swollen, and aching; blood flowed from her anus—but no one would come to save them.

Provided that the fake Nascent Soul can absorb sufficient divine power and continuously ascend, eventually transforming Chen Feng's killing technique from squared to cubed.

I still clearly remember his youthful innocence and radiant sunlight from that year—so dazzling, so dazzling, beyond description.