Chapter 91: I Speak Russian! (10/10)

“Sir Alexander, it’s been a long time. Unfortunately, I won’t have time this year to lecture at the University of Hong Kong for the students there.”

In the drizzle of London, Lin Ran stood beneath a black umbrella, regretfully speaking to Alexander.

“This is a loss for Hong Kong,” Alexander said. “But the students of London are fortunate—they may hear your lectures in person.”

“Inspector Thomas, hello.” After shaking hands with Alexander, he turned toward Thomas.

Lin Ran guessed that upon assuming his post at the White House Aviation...

“You must be wondering who I am?” A Jia had already woken up. She found herself naked in the bathtub, yet showed no surprise—only asked Bai Xue.

In Spain, a young mother lost her young son. Overcome with grief, she wept daily at his grave.

Chen Mo Han jumped in shock, frantically wiping the tears from her face and fumbling to toss the pregnancy test into the trash.

I chatted casually with Xie Caiping, then placed the locker key and work uniform in a bag on the side, went to the finance office to settle my pay.

Back home, it was nearly noon. Zhang Minglang feared I’d tire, insisting I lie on the sofa while he went downstairs to buy groceries and cook.

As Bu Tianmu’s plant energy joined the fray, Mu Xifeng’s Asura power instantly shattered; Mu Xifeng himself was blasted hundreds of zhang away, a trickle of blood seeping from his lips.

On such a night, under such an atmosphere, facing Bai Xue—a man—even the nearly hundred-year-old Man Gu Po could not help but recall many things.

Because the patient’s condition was dire, the visit amounted to nothing more than sitting in the outer chamber listening to the imperial physician’s pulse, asking a few greetings through the crystal curtain, with the attendant nursemaid replying on the patient’s behalf. After a brief stay, they took their leave.

Leng Ru Bing flew into a rage but was powerless; her single strength could not challenge the Holy Realm Alliance, so she dispatched the Four Elders—Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter—to seek aid from the Eagle Alliance of the Eastern Great Grassland. Yet on the way, they encountered the Nine You Demons, and after a relentless chase and escape, arrived here.

Chen Mo Han and the others looked up—before them were panicked expressions and figures scattering in all directions.

“Xia’er, bring out all the animal hides from the house—we’ll make them into shoes to sell.” Mi Qing acted on impulse, immediately preparing to begin.

Li Jin could not see. He expected that hearing You Shaojun’s voice would make him cry or faint—but miraculously, his breathing steadied. “Shaojun...” He guessed it was because he couldn’t see that he felt no shame in facing him.

“Zi You, what nonsense are you spouting? Of course you’re alive—you’re not just alive, you’re thriving.” Sun Yu said.

“Don’t worry—everything’s under my control,” Jun Zi You said calmly, comforting Xi Luo.

“Le Hui, no need. Just ask the head nurse to bring me some medicine.” Wen Zhi Fan refused Ni Le Hui’s care—it was just a fever, nothing serious, no need to be so alarmed.

Only those who’ve attended the Spirit Honey Feast know just how powerful this supreme Snow Spirit Honey truly is.

“We never seek him out—he usually finds us,” Nie Zhiyuan said. They were merely humble scholar students, so they didn’t go out of their way to socialize with aristocratic youths.

She never cried when enduring the trials, never cried when death loomed close, and even when she finally succeeded after seven trials, as others wept with joy, she still did not cry.

After arranging all this, Song Yan Zhao let out a long breath, turned to check on Mu Jin—but Mu Jin still had not awakened.

Jiang Tang Xi was startled by this scene; she had spent the entire day with these patients and must have carried plenty of bacteria on her.

Jiang Tang Xi felt countless chills now transformed into thousands of knives, slicing across her face.