Chapter 125

"Come, come, come, boys are the main force for moving, girls are the main force for arranging. Everyone go to Wu Yue to get gloves; no gloves, no work."

"There are two different specifications of tables and chairs in total; just ensure consistency for each classroom, there are no other rules."

"Anything other than tables and chairs, move to the side storage room. Fan Junwei, you and I will take this refrigerator."

The truck driver wouldn't wait for everything to be tidied up; once the boys and girls had placed the items in the courtyard, he immediately...

But his parents and brothers were far away in Qiongzhou, having used all their strength to leave him a path to survive. If he were to reunite with his family in the future, how would he explain this to them?

Xu Ritian was seen raising a hand unhurriedly, powerful True Qi condensing in his palm. With a forceful grip of his palm, threads formed one by one, like strands of ice silk.

Han Ming had now opened his Saint Body and initially possessed the wild, tyrannical power of a Second-Tier Battle King; the blood-energy divine light rolled across his skin like a torrent.

Today was a rare, beautiful day—windless and warm. The scenery in the garden was quite nice, just right for a gathering.

The troublesome matters in Qingzhou had been resolved, and he himself had broken through to the Meridian-Opening Realm. It didn't make much sense for Green Willow to follow him; it would be better for her to cultivate in seclusion at the Martial Mansion.

Yang Qianjun was speechless for a moment, secretly hating: Why does His Majesty indulge him in harming Lian Baitang?

During breaks, the new recruits whispered their experiences to one another in twos and threes, and the feeling of strangeness gradually disappeared through their conversation.

When the final sound faded into the distance, a brilliant golden light quietly appeared on the horizon. The light was bright and dazzling, and the source, which was gradually expanding, looked like a massive golden star hanging high in the sky.

Although the vortex just now couldn't threaten its life, the wind was too strong, and it would mess up its fur, okay?

Donghua Yufan glanced indifferently at the ghost cultivators who were constantly approaching, turned around without the slightest attachment, and slashed with one hand.

"Grandfather..." A very soft call; the two short words were like blood stuck in her throat—she couldn't spit them out, nor could she swallow them, and they pricked her with painful discomfort.

"Who would brew this kind of wine? Ordinary people cannot drink something so rich in Yin energy, so why brew it?" I asked.

In an instant, I remembered: Yan Zhi was in the corner of the supermarket, leading people to beat up Da Long and reaching out to grab his money.

Yes, I understand; Fan Dalong has caused such a huge mess that no one will let him off. Only by finding someone who can control him will it work.

"Dapeng, hit his beast soul root, right at the center of his brow." I shouted toward Dapeng. I saw the Black Panther's body tremble, looking at me in surprise, its face revealing fear; the Black Panther's reaction confirmed that what I said was correct.

The housekeeper and other servants also watched with concern; they didn't say anything, but the emotions in their eyes were very obvious.

"Pfft!" Dian Feng was expressionless, but in his heart, he was spraying old blood; this was the most straightforward reason he had ever heard.

Fortunately, the station was far from the city center, so our donkey cart didn't affect the flow of other vehicles, but even so, we hadn't gone far before a traffic policeman walked over.

While Dian Feng was still daydreaming, Yang Meng frowned and put the Liaori Saber back into his storage ring. Luo Que also nodded triumphantly, feeling a bit smug in his heart as he watched Yang Meng's stifled expression.

"Okay." Tong Xue was dazed. As she walked out the door, she thought, the new CEO's aura is really strong; it seems she can compare to Wei Chao's mother, but she doesn't seem to have the bad temper from the rumors.

Qian Yi was unhappy; no matter how lively the surroundings were, she couldn't blend in. It would be better to leave some space for her to be quiet by herself.

"Shut up! Isn't all of this caused by you? Go die, go die!" Chu Cheng looked at her with blood-red eyes and moved to choke her.

They weren't afraid of the heat; people are adaptable. After three or four months of high temperatures, they had long since gotten used to working in the heatwaves every day.