Chapter 126: 123 Useless Struggle (6k)

Monday meeting? It really is Monday meeting!

When “Bai Xiaosheng” delivered accurate information on time, the curious onlookers who rushed over were thrilled, feeling this name was perfect!

Fuck, it really is Bai Xiaosheng!

This is Bai Xiaosheng himself logging in!

Commercial Bai Xiaosheng—news you can’t miss!

You said you never claimed to be a PhD from Caltech, that it was the second chief editor at the publishing house who got it wrong—now this time, the PhD from West Pacific University—

In stalemate, the situation grew dire. The man chasing Xiang had even begun to consider turning back and leaving.

Song Qian was startled by the malevolent aura radiating from Bai Li Shihan, gazing at her in dazed confusion.

Zhang Ziqin and Kong Yixian were evenly matched; both had the skill and accuracy to compete on the field. But since they were new recruits, the basic training still couldn’t be skipped.

Thinking of him was as constant as eating and sleeping—I never stopped thinking of him. Yet no matter how hard I strained, I couldn’t see how we could still be together, how anything could change after Yuan Yang’s destruction. Becoming a Heavenly Lord was his only path forward. A man with ambition should be just like that.

After several attempts, Qi Zhixi finally put down his toothpaste and toothbrush, then turned to Qi Ruize and said seriously:

He could spare Chu Qi’s life—that he could do. But if Chu Qi insisted on causing trouble, Liu Dong would make sure he never dared to cause trouble again.

Liu Buyin spoke these words, but Heng Yanlin couldn’t tell if there was any envy hidden within them.

Chang Yi calmed his mind, glanced at Kong Yixian, who was laughing and chatting with Lu Shan and Liang Fei, then rose from his seat, slipped to a corner, and only after ensuring Kong Yixian hadn’t noticed him, shook his head.

Just now, Yun Xiao leapt onto the body of the Ice Flame—it terrified me. A divine beast covered entirely in fire? Yun Xiao jumping on it was pure suicide!

All night long, Li Tan struggled with eating, drinking, and bodily functions—he refused to let go, no matter how many times it was said.

From initial disdain to now lowering his stance and personally inviting me to assist in the investigation—it took less than ten minutes.

Along this path, every ghostly entity that saw it pass shrank back in fear; even many ghost kings among its kind automatically cleared a path upon its approach.

How can you comprehend if you cannot touch? Without comprehension, how can you fuse? Without fusion, how can you control? Without control, how can you guide the situation, wielding supreme causal power to reshape your past-life physical form?

Though this group was small, each individual, if sent alone, could stand against ten thousand warriors. With them guarding this region, even the fiercest demonic army assault could not advance a single step.

Instantly, dozens of ghostly claws appeared around Master Zhang Tian, one after another, launching a frenzied assault on him.

Just install one wireless charger at home, and like Wi-Fi, by entering a password, your father’s, mother’s, and child’s phones can all charge from this single device.

Luo Jia pulled two packs of Soft Zhonghua from her backpack and tossed them to the gatekeeper. The old man, recognizing premium cigarettes, quietly slipped them into his pocket and began chatting warmly with Luo Jia.

Yanxia Sect, with tens of thousands of disciples, suddenly fell silent, losing its former bustle.

He didn’t want to return to school yet, so he kept wandering the streets. There were crowded places outside campus too—maybe he’d find a chance for something exciting. His vision must be broad, not limited to school; his earlier gains on the pedestrian street had been promising.

Birds chirped merrily, the sky blazed with sunlight. Unlike yesterday’s arrival, the flowers and grass outside the window remained lush—but beneath this vibrant surface, faint magical barrier waves glided silently.

Zhao Hong now understood why sometimes Jiang Weidong seemed brilliant, and other times, utterly clueless.

In an instant, Xia Xingyu broke from his ethereal state, smiling at Bai Mengli: “Your body isn’t healed yet. Let’s talk about this later.” Regardless of his brief memory lapse moments ago, he remained cautious about Bai Mengli’s physical condition.