Chapter 210: Pure Land of Bliss

When Gu Chengyang sang, his face was expressionless, his eyes looking at nothing in particular, yet his voice was very gentle.

After leaving the classroom, gust after gust of cold wind scraped against her face, gradually cooling down Xin Yuying's burning ears. She shook her head, trying to throw out the strange thoughts that had just flashed through her mind. The important thing now was the final exam in a few days—she had to do well on it.

Once this news broke, it spread from one to ten and ten to a hundred; every country abroad learned of it and was furious, demanding an explanation from the national government. Under pressure, the national government issued a statement, promising to take corresponding responsibility and provide an explanation for the matter.

This truly aroused the suspicions of Riga and Hesta, but recalling the Thorn Monk who had earlier tried to force the lock with a pistol, they felt it all made sense—these people were simply poorly trained; to them, firearms were more like a more lethal toy than a mechanical companion for protecting one's life.

But Mu Shanchun was impervious to all approaches; aside from occasionally introducing some of the institute's facilities and staff, he basically kept his mouth shut.

Only at this moment did Shinichi truly understand that, apart from the wisdom brought by a developed brain, humans really were no different from any other animal.

Still, neither an angel nor an Ultraman could bear to watch Dark Lopes Zero head off to other universes to wreak havoc.

After cursing inwardly several times at a certain trainer with an utterly terrible attitude, Ye Sen observed for a while, then walked straight toward the bar not far away that looked like it should be the management center.

Sitting in the car, Xin Yuying thought about what Chen Bingyu had said back in the bedroom—"liking someone and dating early are two different things"—and hearing her father and mother up front chatting about relatives and friends, she inexplicably felt a bit irritated.

Put that way, it did seem to make sense; even Miss Wang's gaze at Lin Jiaruo carried a hint of doubt.

Speaking of which, even when meeting the parents back then she hadn't been this nervous—what on earth was going on now.

This Gu Jie was rather ordinary-looking, his skin a bit dark; perhaps because of puberty, his face had a few pimples, and his build was on the thin side.

Xuan Tianle drunkenly drifted off to sleep. Xiao Xiao brought nine cows and two tigers to carry him to bed. Suddenly, like a good wife, she took off his shoes and socks, removed his clothes, and pressed a hot towel to his head. It was her first time carefully and considerately taking care of someone else. Perhaps she herself couldn't believe this was happening.

"It doesn't matter, it's just the two cousins; we can just avoid them when the time comes," Gan Shi smoothed things over.

So a group of people pushed Chang Qing along, looking just like they were escorting a prisoner, and successfully led him off into the distance.

If Daoist Priest Qingzhi had the Ice Sword in hand, each strike carried the force of one sword; seven strikes combined carried the force of seven swords—only then could he bring the full ten parts of his power to bear.

White Monkey rode in the same car as Lin Jiaruo, so more than a dozen people followed behind Lin Jiaruo's car as well—a truly grand sight.

Wushi Lie was silent, but at this moment his heart was utterly shocked. When the Third Imperial Prince Wanyan Xue gave him his assignment, there had been no one else around—how had he known?

After a bumpy journey, they finally reached the destination; from the Tang building, the enormous Sun-Moon Palace was already visible.

Everyone looked stunned, somewhat Mo Ming, not understanding what the man meant, but from his words they could tell he had already decided on a way to become that one person—and it didn't seem to involve fighting.

"Then you tell me. What did he mean by that?" Lan Ruoxin instantly turned her spearhead toward the half-beast who had spoken up.

Wherever he saw soldiers trying to attack and resist, he drew his sword to help; the sword moved and the sword sheathed, and no one saw him make any move, nor saw the sword at his waist leave its scabbard, yet heads fell to the ground.

A month ago, he still looked like a chubby baby of about one year old; now suddenly transformed into the appearance of a child—no wonder Hou Tian barely recognized him.

The original beauty, the original happiness, because of his own foolishness, turned to drifting smoke and scattered away, leaving this lonely man sitting alone on the snowy peak, savoring the desolation and the guilt through the long stretch of time.

Then, in the stunned gaze of the middle-aged man who hadn't yet come to his senses, a massive palm suddenly came crashing down from the tree, and before his horrified eyes, everything plunged into darkness.

Li Xiaoyi broke into a sweat and said, leaving aside his wild thoughts, the others still turned their eyes to the screen—Nightmare's vehicle had suddenly come to a stop.

The terrifying blast wave, like a storm of dozens of levels, kept sweeping outward in all directions; a massive tsunami surged toward the city of Lanpuluqi, even more terrifying than the tsunami engulfing the entire city in the original work.

"I'm in a bad mood, I just want to let off some steam," he leaned over, using both arms to lock me firmly in his embrace, and took my earlobe into his mouth.

The deputy director in charge of land, Luan Gumeng, came from a teaching background; he had developed an ailment back in his early years as a teacher. After becoming a high official, endless meetings took their toll, and his intervertebral discs often flared up—he could only rely on painkillers to get by. He went to quite a few hospitals, but the results were all mediocre, and back home the pain was still killing him.

Nan Qing's hands rested properly folded on her knees, but the fabric of her skirt there had been pinched into a wrinkled mess by her.