Chapter 237: Programming genius?

After a journey of just over an hour, Lu Wei arrived in Hacheng, which he had been away from for more than ten days.

After picking up his luggage at the carousel, Lu Wei left the airport and took a taxi directly toward the back gate of the school.

Today was Tuesday, and there were classes. Little Wood was also in class, so he prepared to start his school life directly and handle some miscellaneous matters along the way.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of "Yueda Catering." It seemed forever busy here; the brewing base had endless moving work, and Xu Xue in the workshop

"That goes without saying. Coming from Xiyao and Shengyun, could they be simple?" Yang Yingtong curled her lips.

Mu Jinxi looked at the man’s erect, ugly thing rushing toward her, and she closed her eyes in despair.

Giving Lu You a wink, the Out-of-Body experts in the cabin, including the one operating the flying boat, laughed loudly one after another and lined up to walk out of the cabin.

"So what?" Ye Fenglan continued to ask. This time, Ye Fenglan’s eyes did not dodge but stared straight into Yun Feiyu’s eyes.

The Hell Gate where Zhao Xuesha was located was also a very strong force with many experts in the sect; he planned to use this as an entry point.

At this moment, on the other side, all the players behind the Peak Pillar had entered a combat-ready mode. A large number of players had returned to their guild territories, and even ordinary players without guilds would go to the main city to help guard the walls.

"Sister, with the strength of the Tianyou clan, one day they will find the Young Master. What should we do then?" Tian Ling said worriedly!

Lei Chen looked at the business card, which only had a name and a phone number, and saved the number to his phone.

"Create an immortal body, prove the Dao beyond the heavens!" The Heavenly God clan member in the Ancient Venerable Nirvana Pool muttered silently. He was shocked by such heaven-defying objects; heaven-defying and fate-changing truly existed!

In the War God Hall, the laws were manifested, making it easy to comprehend the Great Dao. With the help of the War God Hall, Ma Jun not only cultivated the Tathagata True Body in the *Tathagata Sutra* in three years but also figured out the cultivation method of the *Future No-Life Sutra*.

Lin Fu’er thought they would stay overnight in Yaozhou Prefecture and then set off early the next day, just like the past few days. She heard that Yaozhou was not far from the capital, and if they started early, they would probably arrive before nightfall.

Lin Yurun had also noticed it early in the morning. Seeing the person in the lead getting closer, it was indeed Zhao Xu, and she was very happy. Seeing him drop the horse whip and walk in before the villa, she hurriedly lifted her skirt and went down. She waited for a long time in the backyard before Zhao Xu came in from outside, having already changed his clothes and washed up.

A flash of blood suddenly streaked across the bottom of Chong Lin’s previously patient eyes. He looked up abruptly and kicked President Mo away.

"Why are you so fierce? Shouldn't you be comforting others at a time like this?" Knowing the terrible nature of this person, who not only rarely worried about others but also enjoyed watching jokes, Yuan Sui narrowed her eyes and hurriedly chimed in with a bit of ill intent.

"...I know." Yuan Sui did not look up, so she did not catch how Ling Sucheng’s eyes dimmed bit by bit, just like hers had a moment ago.

In the Qinghe Town medical clinic, an old gentleman with a goatee tremblingly checked Su Taohua’s condition. Just as Uncle Qing said, Su Taohua had cold air entering her body and was suffering from both hunger and cold. As soon as he diagnosed it, he ordered someone to bring a bowl of rice porridge.

Originally, he thought he could convict Qin Haoxuan of a serious crime this time, but the attitude of True Person Pei Qing was to let it go, which made Su Yang very dissatisfied. However, he dared not truly resist his sect leader and could only sigh bitterly.

Li Changge jumped off the stool, climbed onto Ma Jun, and kissed him hard on the face.

Tang Xia had long ago memorized the *I Ching* by heart. Looking at these two birth dates, she wanted to laugh; it was truly a case of one hitting and one taking the hit, a perfect match.

Seeing his young master bypass Qin Jinyu and go out, Lin Chao finally relaxed the tense expression on his old face, put the broom aside, and followed Su Heng’s footsteps.

Calling it an argument was not entirely accurate. Mo Lianghong loved his wife like his life and had never spoken a harsh word. Madam Mo, Ji Shu, was in poor health and spoke softly. The two had been married for many years and rarely had quarrels.

It was unknown what time it was when Ye Qianchong woke up in a daze. Opening her eyes felt like a struggle; her eyelids were too heavy.

The deputy leader of the second team hurriedly pressed the terminal he was using to browse the forum, his face flushed as he greeted. Wu Jin was the fourth-place debutant of the previous Crosson Show and the designated assault commander of the "White Moonlight," so his rank was much higher than theirs.

"Seriously speaking, I really like your scent." Xize sniffed deeply at the crook of her neck, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit her lightly on the place where her shoulder and neck met.

At first, Huai Zhen only marveled at his extraordinary memory. As she read, Huai Zhen looked up and saw him staring at her without blinking, his black eyes filled with a smile, watching her with rapt attention. His voice was very soft and light, yet it was somewhat self-evidently suggestive that he had come prepared, full of deep affection.

"Are you very strong? Even if you are strong, I tell you, I am also very strong," Chen Ruohan said calmly.

Su Wushuang brought Zhao Liying and Leng Jun to the Mutian Hotel. Zhao Liying watched as Su Wushuang walked through the hotel with such familiarity, and then they walked straight into a private room.

Lin Cha leaned in his arms, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes, but the smile on the corners of her lips deepened a little more.

She complained to herself: "Just let me go to the shipping company to pick it up myself. Why send a telegram asking the postal company to deliver it to my door? Is money burning a hole in their pockets?"

The Prince of Qin would not give up. With a pause in his footsteps, he had already caught up, his fists falling like raindrops.

The other tribes were also in a semi-independent state; they obeyed the imperial court’s dispatch in military matters and paid a tax of sheep every autumn in economic matters. The imperial court did not interfere in other tribal affairs, leaving them to be decided by their chieftains.

In contrast, Leng Mo’s expression paused slightly upon hearing this sentence, and then his gaze looked at the former. Unlike him, the other party was a real member of the Dragon Clan, and facing the remains of his own kind, he clearly couldn't be as indifferent as he was.