Chapter 278

Among magic girls in the magical realm, there has long been a rigid imprint regarding the advantages of each of the Five Academies' positions.

The most relaxed Research Academy holds no power; the most powerful Investigation Academy is overworked; the most well-connected Finance Academy cannot buy prestige; the most prestigious Civil Administration Academy lacks connections.

The four mainstream Academies each have their own strengths and weaknesses, forcing every magic girl to carefully consider before choosing a career: whether she is suited for this job.

Old Li across the table smiled; his initial support of Tang Hai was an investment, and clearly, he succeeded—he invested only a little goodwill, yet the return was in U. S. dollars.

When he awoke, it was already four in the afternoon; Fang Ziming then brought a large pile of items to Tang Country's Yong'an City.

No one knows how much effort the clan chief and elders expended, but this honor token is undoubtedly a precious item.

The taxi driver, seeing the other's condition, could no longer demand the fare and resigned himself to bad luck. Just as he was about to leave, a sweet, melodious voice sounded beside his ear.

Li Chuyun said: "Though caused by war, some are due to human causes." Though he named no one, everyone knew his meaning.

"Paris, what are you doing here?" Su Jingzhen had just stepped into the VIP pool when he saw Paris already waiting in a swimsuit.

A sound of waves crashing echoed from Zhou Zhou's body, followed by the whooshing of flames burning. The Dao robe could not block Zhi Yan and Yu'er's gazes; Michael even saw directly into Zhou Zhou's body the unusual fluctuations of his internal energy.

Zhou Zhou listened closely; Zhao Gongming also fell silent, staring at the Eastern Sea Dragon King. In those days, Jin'ao Island lay at the junction of the Eastern and Southern Seas, and many dragon clans roamed its shores; the Jie Sect and the dragon clans had a decent relationship.

Liu Ci waved his hand, telling him to sit down; after a long while, he calmed his cough and sighed: "As one grows old, the body weakens and illness clings easily."

"Lady Du Wei, my sister didn't curse him—she merely gave him some instruction," Huang Meixue also frowned and said.

He felt a "clunk" in his chest; he had long known Han Yao's intentions toward him were insincere, so he avoided her as much as possible, and last time he didn't want to owe her anything—but this has nothing to do with him.

He closed his mouth and wore a warm smile, instantly feeling his eyes ache painfully.

Hu Qinghe cleared his throat and signaled Ding Lin with his eyes: this was his film premiere, and was Ding Lin deliberately sidelining Wan Qi right before his face? What did that mean?

Though Grandpa He had suffered a stroke from anger toward his eldest daughter, exhausted himself worrying over her, and been disappointed in Jiang Dahai many times, she was still his own flesh and blood, and Dahai his own grandson—Grandpa He still carried them in his heart.

Yet after a while, that stream of data did not vanish; instead, it continued to spread.

He recalled last night's chess and wine with Jun Feiyu; perhaps due to his worries, after downing half a jar of wine, he had gotten drunk and could no longer remember what happened afterward.

"In two days is Chancellor Liu's sixtieth birthday; if you don't go, they'll say you lack manners. Moreover, it's improper not to attend your father-in-law's birthday. You shall depart for Yanmen Commandery the day after Chancellor Liu's birthday," the Emperor ordered.

She lifted the curtain to look—and her heart sank; she had misjudged. She hadn't anticipated these people would return.

Chang Guanrui mentally memorized the man's face, planning to have his father look him up later, while simultaneously forcing an anxious expression, his gaze constantly flickering toward the room.

That glance brimmed with reluctance and pain; he hastily averted his eyes and withdrew the Forgetfulness Gu from his sleeve, placing it in the teacup.

Who could have expected that here in Qingzhou's Donglai Commandery, on the Prince of Ning's own turf, he was repeatedly harassed?

Jin Nanzhou leaned back indifferently; Zhao Yue's perfume was overpowering—he gave Lu Qiming a glance.