Chapter 113: New York Math Banquet

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You’re focusing on the weirdest thing—I’m left speechless. Lin Ran, meeting Jenny’s earnest gaze, paused for several seconds before answering: “I don’t remember that many details in dreams.”

I only remember the general idea.

Lin Ran added: “Besides, it should be Chinese—after all, anti-miscegenation laws existed.”

Jenny first said: “Anti-miscegenation laws weren’t enforced in every state; this is New York State, which abolished them over a hundred years ago.”

After hearing that story for so long, especially after meeting Zhou Xuan, Chen Jie became more convinced it was human-made, not some irreversible curse.

One after another stretch of forest and mountains—places that shouldn’t have appeared before her—appeared with startling realism, layered and distinct.

This was the busiest time at the supermarket, because fresh goods began discounting after five p.m.

Don’t be fooled by how powerful you feel now that you’ve got the system—it’s still just an infected body; the insects and zombies haven’t even started evolving yet.

The instant hundreds of demonic cultivators were touched by demonic light, a red glow spread over their bodies like a persistent plague, and in an instant, both flesh and nascent soul turned to blood.

The moment she stepped on the first tile of the tavern roof, Shi A’s eyebrows twitched, and in an instant, his hand was on his sword hilt.

If Sun Shangxiang assassinated him now, the Eastern Wu’s path to contending for the Central Plains would be far smoother.

Watching Ling Ling head off in another direction, Qiu Qiu blinked, her worries finally easing.

Outside the rock barrier, several grotesque-infected arms reached through the gaps between the stones, fingers splayed, frantically clawing at nothing.

If repairing the bus required a yellow insect core, Su Mu wouldn’t bother digging—it’d be taken by the system anyway.

She spoke the long sentence without a single pause, even smiling as she did, revealing a few small teeth, her pupils deep red, faintly menacing. Her smile was beautiful, serene, utterly unlike her usual arrogance—but beneath it lay an unspeakable sorrow.

“I didn’t know you were so good at caring for cacti, Zhou Zhu!” Qian Nai said, selecting flowers while chatting with Bu Er Zhou Zhu.

Saying this, she leapt down from the carriage, her skirt swirling as she ran toward him, her eyes half-open, those demonic pupils gleaming.

“Gods are humans, and humans are gods. The terms ‘god’ and ‘human’ are merely labels.” His words were flawless—neither confirming he was human nor denying he was divine.

One night, the bright moon hung high, its pure light blanketing the earth like a thin layer of frost. The wilderness was silent, utterly still.

Recently, Chu Yu had been staying in the provincial capital; now that she’d come to Qiushanyu, Professor Huang had come too—clearly, there had been a breakthrough in the artificial cultivation of Zi Yu Chong Lou.

“You say it’s poisoning from Hyoscyamus? That’s just an excuse to shirk responsibility!” The leader retorted quickly.

“Don’t go off-topic! This person is lying right here!” The leader ignored Dong Ling’s response and stuck to one point.

“So wouldn’t it be better to let her reincarnate, so she never suffers these pains again?” Ming Tianluo couldn’t help but admire Ming Potian even more—his elder brother always thought most comprehensively, doing everything possible to minimize harm to those he cared about.

The young master’s face was half-shadowed; sunlight passed over it, making his sharply defined features appear as if split cleanly down the middle.

Mo Ke channeled his spiritual energy, exerted force in his hand, and in the next instant, a piercing rush of air shot toward Ba Kun.

“Is it the boss?” Long Tao and the others halted, their faces lighting up with relief, replacing their earlier anger and grief.

“We yield.” Suddenly, just as the coiled threads were about to wrap around the leader’s black robe, he suddenly spoke—yielding—while the threads already reached his neck.