Chapter 637: Pitiful, Weak, and Out of Tricks

During evening self-study, Zhang Ningzhi entered the classroom.

"I just saw the group leader."

She returned to her seat. "There were so many people outside the corridor, and he was walking along with his mouth all twisted—I didn't even dare call out to him."

"Got his mouth burned by spice." Jiang Nian said.

Zhang Ningzhi's gaze dropped, and she glanced at the unopened fish tail on the desk.

"Oh~~"

Ma Guojun looked utterly shocked. "No way—that idiot Li Hua actually walked out drooling?"

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During evening self-study, Zhang Ningzhi entered the classroom.

"I just saw the group leader."

She returned to her seat. "There were so many people outside the corridor, and he was walking along with his mouth all twisted—I didn't even dare call out to him."

"Got his mouth burned by spice." Jiang Nian said.

Zhang Ningzhi's gaze dropped, and she glanced at the unopened fish tail on the desk.

"Oh~~"

Ma Guojun looked utterly shocked. "No way—that idiot Li Hua actually walked out drooling?"

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The moment Watt rushed to the front, he used his sharp sword to stab a grassland bandit to death—this fellow had even been preparing to shoot Watt dead. Fortunately, idiots like this weren't common; otherwise, the Fangtooth Wolf bandit gang would have been nothing special.

"Since it copies the appearance of the outer world, let's call this technique Dharma Aspect Heaven and Earth…" Long Wu said softly.

Lingling's face flushed crimson, and she cupped her burning cheeks with both hands. She really wasn't a good Miss! To long so much for Mr. to love her—how shameless.

At the sudden appearance of the wild wolves, both sides were greatly startled, which left everyone present astonished. By all reason, with so many humans here, these wild wolves shouldn't have dared to approach—at most they would wait until the battle was over to feed on the corpses. Yet they hadn't done so, which gave one pause.

"In a certain sense, you should be grateful to me! What assassin would be as merciful as I am—not killing you outright but arranging a time to fight? At the very least you shouldn't have said all that nonsense to me, right? Because of you, I was expelled from the organization and left homeless. If I don't come to you for an explanation, who should I go to?" Snow Fox said.

Suddenly a man in military uniform walked toward her. Su Ran looked up—it was Ji Ruihong.

The room was very quiet. Uncle Yong listened in secret to all of this, his eyes never leaving the main gate.

The crowd finally believed the saying that a great reputation is never borne by an empty man. Shentu Meng's earning such universal praise truly had its reasons.

For some unknown reason, the guilt in Lu Wang's heart was, in an instant, burned away by that gaze—like a blazing fire.

He could get along so well precisely because he swallowed every hardship and every grievance. Of course, when it came to settling scores afterward, he was the one to do it.

He stopped his steps and looked back. Beneath his feet a broad road ran straight east and west, lined on both sides by rows of glittering shops. People of every sort jostled shoulder to shoulder in an endless stream—some haggling loudly, others looking about idly—all of them showcasing the glorious prosperity beneath the Son of Heaven's feet.

At that moment, it was as if countless evil ghosts from the Nine Hells were struggling and shrieking. The snow-white palm, accompanied by an aura of boundless death, showed no disharmony whatsoever—perfectly natural, as if streams of mysterious radiance descended from immeasurable heights, falling upon He Lili's body.

Gazing outside the hall, his eyes thoughtful, Wang Yi knew that the situation on Chiming Island was worse than he had imagined. Not only were there numerous external disturbances, but even the inside had rotted to the bone.

Seeing the astonishment on Wang Yi's face, the Yellow Springs artifact spirit could not help but speak up to remind him, its words full of earnest warning.

After its strike missed, the shadow writhed violently like boiling mud. Its thin body stretched out long and narrow, and its two ghostly claws left the tombstone to grab at Liudmila instead.

Fang Zhe did not know that although Li Bodong and the others had said the teleportation array's destination was Qizhou, they had never specified the exact teleportation coordinates.

The latter's face first grew solemn, then relaxed; he said "thank you." Watching Li Muer leave, he was as obsequious as he had been at the very beginning.

A weapon to resist the Heavenly Tribulation, taking several hundred years to forge, was a very ordinary matter for a Loose Immortal—and that didn't even count the cases where the forging failed.

As was his habit when visiting other market towns, the first thing Fang Zhe did upon arriving at Mist Market was to visit the major shops—on the one hand to collect various texts and manuals, and on the other to look for news about Withered Star Frog poison.

Feng Chenzi examined the Buddhist scripture and realized it had been bound by a restriction unique to the Fu Sect. He tried reaching out to grab it, but his hand moved extremely slowly. At about a meter from the scripture, his hand could go no further, as if it had touched an invisible barrier that kept him from reaching the scripture.