Chapter 313: The Labyrinth

"Ah, I'm in."

Emerging from the shrubbery and then pulling her whole body out, Lin Xiaolu stepped onto the slightly damp ground, looked around, and uttered a somewhat meaningless observation.

What she saw now was no longer the campus scene from the silver corridor just a moment ago, but a long walkway where both the ceiling and walls were composed entirely of shrubs and flowers, causing a faint fragrance to permeate the surrounding environment.

"Lin Feng, since you've put it that way, I won't be coy. Go ahead and treat me," Yun Yongzheng said gently; since Lin Feng wanted to show off, he would give Lin Feng the opportunity to do so, and it just so happened that he could use this to gain a deeper understanding of Lin Feng's abilities and character.

The days that followed were quite plain; Li Zhicheng cooked for the slovenly man and himself every day, occasionally going back to visit his parents and bringing them ingredients along the way.

Xue Hao accepted the ring and agreed, "Tell him that Mu Yun has let the old man down," Mu Yun instructed, his tone carrying endless helplessness and regret.

However, the search and rescue team did not find Jiang Nan's body in the territory of the Poison King Bees, but they did discover a large number of dead Poison King Bees.

Wang Yidong understood; the old dean wanted to use him to perfect the basic theories of Traditional Chinese Medicine and prepare for the future establishment of a Traditional Chinese Medicine major to cultivate more talent.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his body as a pair of cold eyes looked over; he did not know when Liu Feixue had stopped, while he was still immersed in it.

The reason he could recognize her was that one of the people following her looked familiar to Lin Fei; it was one of the four great secret agents of the former Dragon Protection Villa—Shangguan Haitang.

Because he was truly very hungry, Ollivander found all the snacks and candies in the room, swept them clean, then closed the shop door and headed straight for the Ritz Hotel.

Dulabo came to Li Junhao's side and said, "Comrade Commander, my name is Dulabo, not 'Du-something-bo.' Your military uniform is indeed under my care, but I just got it and was preparing to give it to you when you spoke up. Besides, who would dare to embezzle your things? Unless they feel their head is a burden on their shoulders."

The communication ability of the note is limited by the magical power level of the wizard casting the spell itself, so it has great limitations.

"Third Sister, there is no need to worry about having no one to follow you. Besides bringing Ju'er today, Dong'er and Mother Yang also came along; they are in the carriage behind. Third Sister can have whoever she likes by her side to serve her," Wang Xiuying noticed Wang Xiuting's current unease and, after a moment of contemplation, offered her own suggestion.

Ding Bu'er, who had been watching the battle, was also greatly shocked to see this; according to his previous calculations, even if Night God could not defeat Zhan Wuji, he should not have been defeated so miserably. There was no time for deep thought, as saving a life was urgent, so Ding Bu'er hurriedly flew over to catch Night God's body.

Seeing that Xin Yao did not speak, Empress Du took it as her tacit consent; she saw the sorrow furrowed between Xin Yao's brows, which was exactly the same as the melancholy look the Emperor had when drinking alone.

"Why are you so unhappy? Second place is good, isn't it? We only lost to Eizan, it's not shameful at all," Zheng Ke patted Mami's shoulder and grinned.

Night Chen, who had been far away in the woodshed, suddenly flew out of the house toward Lin Ling, holding a spatula in his left hand and steadily wrapping his right arm around her willow waist.

Seeing Chen Mo, a clear blush appeared on Luo Qian's fair face; it was evident that this was the first time Luo Qian had appeared so boldly in front of a man she was not very familiar with.

Wang Xiuying pursed her lips and said nothing; on the surface, Wang Xiuying did not seem unusual, but deep in her heart, there was an indescribable feeling that made her somewhat absent-minded.

On the second and third days, Meng Qingzhi could be said to have passed through five passes and killed six generals, successfully opening the thick, solid wall at the end of the tenth corridor.

He Xuan looked around; a pool of clear spring water flowed quietly in the center of the stone cave, the interior of the cave was filled with emerald green and soft, lush foliage, and the sharp peaks protruding from the stone walls had also been polished very smooth, appearing exquisite and translucent.