Chapter 978

“Absolutely insane!”

“Out of control!”

“Heinous crime!”

“Is this the murderer you economic college went through so much trouble to recruit?”

“Zhou, I’m telling you—if Dongyue gets so much as a scratch, I’ll make your economic college pay!”

The library was brightly lit; Shi Guangyi, the leading figure of the sociology department and the most vicious mouth in Yan University, was berating several members of the economic college.

Once this happened, those wrongly banned wouldn’t stand for it—imagine you’re deep into a game, having a blast, then get banned just because you said something offensive; how would you feel?

Saying this, Li Cha turned and left. Young Master Yu felt as if he had thrown his full strength into a bundle of soft cotton—utterly frustrating.

Gu Ren rolled his eyes; this brother was too straightforward—he was the boss’s cousin, yet still got mocked at work, always sternly meddling in everything, yet clueless about computer programming, with zero authority in the company.

“I’m leaving.” Li Zehua tapped his shoe tip against the floor, sliding his heel into the shoe, then glanced with the corner of his eye at his cheap sister’s dormitory before stepping outside.

Ji Yang had mentioned returning to Linhai, but Qi Wei said she would stay in the capital and not go to Linhai for now.

Unfortunately, they hadn’t yet had time to visit the summer resort when Zhang Changhe called to summon the group back to Jianghe.

Liu Yanyan finally revealed her fangs—the golden light of the venomous insect erupted from Wang Bing’s abdomen, its glow dimming as it transformed into the fiercest of all: the Golden Silkworm poison—ripping through Wang Bing’s defenses and turning his insides upside down.

“I don’t know.” Lin Xiufan didn’t know if he’d return, but he knew his mother in this world would follow him—he had already packed his things and boarded a spacecraft in space.

But no one expected Feng Yiming’s hidden move to be overseas—he sent his years-long research product to an international competition and won a major prize; how could the relevant departments not promote him as a positive example? Society needed such a positive image.

Li Lin’s mother invited her several more times, but Yang Yuyao refused, so Li Lin escorted her back—and of course, he brought some of those ingredients and fruits along, since it was his first visit to her home.

Perhaps due to superior bloodline, or perhaps because of childhood hardships, Mang Da wasn’t like other Heavenly Demon Snakes—simple-minded and muscular. His mind was more nuanced, and he had more cunning than the rest.

The mighty snow dragon, radiating overwhelming might, was blown backward by a gentle breeze, then charged toward the Ice Sovereign with tenfold ferocity.

Only then did the Earth-Filling Divine Artisan Liu Furong use his divine status to seal the dying Black Dragon inside the Yanmo Blade forged from Yanmo Corpse bones, then extracted the spirit pearl from the Fire Kirin deep in the Dead Forest and infused it into the Yanmo Blade.

As if responding to Yun Qingfeng’s words, ripples suddenly stirred in the air—Lin Yu appeared just a foot away from Yan Xi, frowning at the handkerchief blocking them, then without a word, slammed her fist into it.

He had livestreamed supernatural events so many times before—it never seemed to cause major problems.

Wutu was still dazed when a blood-soaked hand rose from the ground and weakly slapped his leg.

When Qin Yuyan stepped down from the carriage, Xiangcheng, dressed in a brilliant red ruqun, followed, lifting her skirt and descending gracefully.

When Su Hu rebelled against the Shang, Su Quanzhong had already displayed his martial prowess; though Hu Yunpeng was brave, he was no match for Su Quanzhong—after thirty rounds, Su Quanzhong slew Hu Yunpeng.

Put it this way: ever since Wukong joined the pilgrimage westward, every cave he burned down, he looted its treasures.