Chapter 271: You Still Have the Right to Give Up

The next day, the sky gradually darkened.

After cooking afternoon meals for his second sister, Wu Wang left the house under the pretext that friends were looking for him to gather.

The matter at the Fuli Academy last night had already reached a conclusion.

Old Xiezhi had packed his things at dawn, preparing to head to the headquarters.

To meet the so-called Director of the Verification Department.

Unless something unexpected happened, Wu Wang felt he would join this department.

In that case, he might be transferred away from Mingyang City afterward.

Fortunately, Old Xiezhi

"In your heart, am I that kind of person?" After speaking, Zhang Beichen let out a bitter smile, his eyes unconsciously turning toward the window.

The moment Ye Tian's vision went black, after opening his eyes, he had already entered the virtual training ground.

Officer Yang himself did not want to get involved in this matter; first, Nan Jinnian was a prominent figure in Yuncheng, and his relationship with their superiors was quite close. If he offended this deity, he would not be able to live comfortably in Yuncheng either.

Mei Long also said nothing, sitting quietly like that, staring blankly at the demon cultivator's broadsword and bone club, as if pondering some profound problem, or perhaps simply spacing out, thinking of nothing at all.

It was undeniable that Mujin was very simple, yet also very obedient. With her sister's warning before leaving home to have little contact with strange men, therefore, during the early period after leaving home, among all the people Mujin encountered, except for Xiao Yunchang and his entourage, and the Old Man of Guanshan and the people the Old Man of Guanshan brought her to meet, she simply would not contact any males.

Sitting inside the carriage, Yu Ran made no move at all; she just lay silently, not speaking to Xia Xinghan. A gauze curtain separated Xia Xinghan from her, so he could not see whether she was asleep or awake; anyway, they had been traveling since last night, and Yu Ran seemed somewhat exhausted.

Yes, it was that clear sandalwood scent that made him, unconsciously, sink into it.

The black net had already boiled over; no one had expected that such a young special forces soldier of Huaguo would have risen to such a status in just half a year.

Moreover, a terrifying qi force, carrying a piercing sound of tearing through the air, shot directly at the back of his neck.

When the carriage stopped, Lin Zi gazed out the window, and a familiar, intimate feeling washed over him.

The OP theme song of the healing work, the unique anime performance style, and the suspenseful opening were indeed beyond reproach.

"He has already been sent to the emergency room for rescue; we don't know how he is yet. My son has never suffered any grievances before. This time, he has not only lost his family but also brought trouble upon himself at work; he might have to bear responsibility. This is too heavy for him." As Jia Siyun's mother spoke, her heart ached more for her son, and she once again appeared as if weeping bitterly.

"Yes! The noodles sold in the supermarket are nowhere near as delicious as our own handmade ones." Zhao Qingcheng said earnestly.

That punch, containing the absolute characteristic of certain death, pierced straight through the head of the plain-clothed youth without the slightest obstruction, as if striking a mass of air.

The significance of clearing the 25th floor is immense; excluding the first floor, the 25th floor is estimated to be the most difficult to clear.

This was originally very normal; occasionally, a few students would come—even many students clicked by mistake and never came afterward.

She loved painting, so she should not care about others' gazes; if she liked it, she should do it, otherwise, that liking would be so hypocritical.

"You stay and rest well with your master. I'll go out and take a look first." Doctor Zhong patted Situ Jiannian's shoulder and said.

Until the night grew heavy, just as Fei Yan's grandfather, Butler Fei, was preparing to close the Feng family's main gate, he saw a person who looked very much like their young master hurrying over from the other side.

"Yes, Your Highness, that person's appearance is exactly the same as the person in this drawing. Your Highness, should we pursue?" The guard leader hurriedly took a portrait from his bosom; the one drawn on it was precisely the likeness of Feng Shaoming.

Jin'an, ignoring everything, stared blankly at a certain corner of the room, giving Kou Lei no response whatsoever. He was still drawing that figure of unknown significance, except this time it was not drawn on paper, but drawn in the air with his hand.