Chapter 40: Bei Bei's Special Training Plan (Part I)

The construction of the new dormitories was in full swing. During this process, Liu Erlong came to inspect several times but did not intervene or offer help. She knew very well that her daughter, Beibei, was a child with strong opinions, and that this activity was an excellent way to quickly build team cohesion. Aside from the "Seven Phoenixes of Lanba," the other children who had come to the academy with them joined in as well. Jiang Beibei, Tai Long, and Ye You, who possessed higher spirit power levels and spirit rings, carried the heavy loads.

Qiao Weihuan, with her eyes cast down, did not answer; she simply reached out, grabbed the hand soap from the vanity, and hurled it, grazing Zhou Ruobing's face.

But now that Zhou Mei had actually said it out loud in public, she felt a profound sense of panic. Could she truly be capable of such divination?

Young Master Chai was narrow-minded and vengeful; those who offended him never met a good end. The tombstones outside the Silent Annihilation Array and the countless members of the Wang family were the best proof of this.

After three days and three nights, Xiang Yang had recovered his original form, though he had fainted again from the pain.

Qiu Ce looked at Zhang Yiyi in disbelief. Zhang Yiyi glanced at him, her eyes filled with pleading. Qiu Ce was dazed for a moment, and in the next second, he received a slap across the face from his own father.

Wei San pushed Qin Zhenlan’s wheelchair, watching these people bow. Although they were not bowing to him, he stood behind Qin Zhenlan and, for a moment, felt as if he were sharing in the experience.

The editor-in-chief spoke to Cheng Jingrao about this matter in an almost pleading tone, even asking if she was busy—as if the editor-in-chief didn't already know exactly how busy she was.

His soldiers kept advancing and kept being wiped out, but since there was no counterattack, the Japanese army would not retreat. Having already entered the city, there was no reason to pull back; they could only intensify their assault.

"If you have something to say, Senior, please speak plainly." Wang Ku of the Kaitian Divine Sect was a legendary figure who had been hunted by powerful enemies several times before even entering the sect.

Geng Zhuo could never have imagined how much benefit his heavy investment in currying favor with these reporters would eventually bring to the Golden Dragon Group.

The wound was too horrific to know how to bandage; fearing that the exposed flesh would become infected if bound, he simply covered it with a piece of gauze, though it would likely leave a scar.

I scrambled up in a start, exchanged glances with the other semi-emperors, and we all jumped into the lake in unison.

"Is that the one often mentioned on the news?" She also followed military news and knew of a few figures with sky-high power, the kind that were among the top in the entire nation.

Although the explanation provided by the intelligence agency seemed reasonable, Tashiro Wanichiro still could not forgive their dereliction of duty. Because of the intelligence department's incompetence, thousands of Imperial soldiers had been driven to a desperate situation; no matter the reason, it could not compensate for this loss.

The Saint Son looked at Xia Yuan coldly without speaking. Xia Yuan had no choice but to utter a few polite pleasantries before turning his attention toward Wuzi.

He regretted being so rash in letting her try it last night. He regretted letting her know that he, Huo Siran, harbored such desires as well.

"Crash," the thundercloud collapsed. As it dissipated, vast, five-colored radiance spilled down from the fissures in the clouds.

As the old saying goes, a thief never leaves empty-handed. Now that the tomb chamber was completely bare, the mere thought of it made Zhang Tianci feel cursed, and he urged Elder Geliji to leave immediately.

I didn't listen closely to what exactly the Beile Lord and Dunzi were whispering about. I turned my head to look at Professor Yan and Yun Jingjing, thinking to myself, could it be they had no opinion on this matter?

Several more warhorses galloped past. This time, besides the riders, they were carrying not only human heads but also a dying old man. His gray hair hung over his chest like dry grass, and his vermilion official robes were slashed with holes everywhere.

Thinking of this, the last ounce of strength in his entire body was drained away, and he collapsed into a heap of mush. He closed his eyes and let the spears threaded through the ropes carry him wherever his opponent wished him to go.