Chapter 58: Just Practice More When You're Bad

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Jiang Beibei did not blame the cat-eared girl for lacking team spirit; she simply gave a wry smile as she watched her retreating figure, then turned her gaze back to the Soul Combat Arena.
The bitterness within Zhu Zhushuang was likely no less than that of the others in the squad, only hers was more overtly expressed.
On the Soul Combat Arena, just as Dabao’s spirit beast, the rhinoceros horn, was about to charge, Bai Ningxue calmly made her move.
“Big clumsy bull, your charging speed is so slow, even if my grandmother came, she’d outrun you.”
As for Gang Motianye, it was clear he expressed dissatisfaction with the fighter squadron. Being new here, it was obvious that their outbursts tonight were by no means accidental.
Sixty percent? That was nearly equivalent to Shangguan Yu’s intention to take on almost all the projects next year. If he succeeded in all, his position as the main lineage would be precarious, and his family’s standing would surely be shaken.
Wen Shan sighed helplessly and released his gun. Xing Ruomei gestured to Ming Qian, who normally would not obey her, but under these extraordinary circumstances, she reluctantly stepped forward, disarming Wen Shan of two more pistols and surprisingly pulling out a dagger.
Have you ever experienced a moment in life where you run wildly alongside someone as if you were desperate flowers on the verge of the end, regardless of the destination or how dire the situation becomes, just wanting to hold hands and run together to the very edge of the world?
“But the Empress Dowager ordered me to bring the princess to the Hall of Eternal Longevity…” Fang Ruo hesitated slightly.
However, having shared meals for years in the same pot, seeing the troupe about to disband, everyone felt a tinge of loss and uncertainty about the future.
Tan Jue quickly said, “Not at all, you coming to Shanghai makes you my honored guests. I’m actually worried you won’t be satisfied!” Though polite, he never mentioned the life-saving favor, so as not to make them feel indebted.
“Hmph!” After a brief stalemate facing him, I resolutely turned and walked away, refusing to pay attention to this “dog biting the hand that feeds it,” ungrateful man.

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That collision not only left Huang Shanshan with problems, but Ji Liunian would undoubtedly take responsibility for her, caring for her as if she were family.
Li Yunying sneered contemptuously, pressing her lips tightly. Suddenly, black blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
“The taste is still the same, only a bit stronger—probably due to not drinking for a long time. I can hardly tolerate it now. The old man, however, is more formidable; he keeps drinking without any reaction,” David Robinson remarked.
Forgetting the world in the corners of memory, relying on boisterous music to fend off loneliness, chasing away the chill of growing up with fleeting excitement, letting youthful bodies bloom like burning fireworks—this weekend, shed your masks and be your true self.
In an instant, the dark power withdrew into Qin Tianqi’s body, and under inertia’s effect, those people turned on their comrades, hacking fiercely; blood spattered everywhere, cries of agony filling the air.
“Damn.” I cursed, standing up and surveying the surroundings. Though the light was dim, it was better than before. Just then, I vaguely saw something ahead of me.
The day the American Empire can no longer stay in the Asia-Pacific region will mark the moment when the world’s discourse power belongs to China.
Nevertheless, Zhang Yang still needed to recruit people proactively. His plan was to go to the Mirror Realm. Now, he counted as a known figure, though he knew his reputation was hardly good.
Venom dripped onto the dark golden body, corroding it with a hissing sound and a foul stench. Within seconds, it ate away at Qin Tianqi’s dark golden body, then bit into his skin.
Fuduo secretly exhaled in relief but dared not relax. He kowtowed once more before rising smoothly.
Sure enough, under Fuduo’s strong pressure, Yu Shiyi could only yield and let Doctor Li examine his pulse.
“Isn’t it better like this between us? Why care so much about status and titles? Ye Lihuan, you’re not that worldly man, are you?” Yue Mengxin smiled teasingly at him, deliberately saying so.
I had just left Xiangxue Hall when someone followed me in, causing Li Xiangxue to detonate the Nine-Dragon Departure Fire Pill.

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After all, whether this gamble succeeds did not seem to depend on them at all. The players did not leave but instead climbed the high wall outside the labyrinth to observe inside.
Ryan extended his right hand, a faint mark appearing on the back of his hand. “I have a friend who is the King of Elemental Spirits. If you cooperate with him, you can surely create a suitable habitat for the venomous dragon in the snowy mountains within my territory.”
Ranlai said, “It’s not easy for so many of us to come out together. This time, we must buy a car—I don’t have time to wait for the next one.”
Liang Chao sat in the wedding car, excitedly gazing ahead. Why did the road seem so long today? We could barely reach Lanying’s home on foot.
Ranlai just called you earlier; you’d better pay the fine quickly. As for your trivial matters, I don’t want to get involved, nor should we. Just don’t break the law.
Red Sister glanced at that astonishingly beautiful face breaking into a smile; her cheeks flushed slightly as she turned her face away and brushed her curls, falling silent.
Because, as Gu Zhaoxi said, if he went up, he couldn’t stop Ji Yan from speaking, and might even drag down Brother Wen Li.
Ryan wanted to ask Mashiya about her recent situation, but seeing her focused expression, he thought better of it and instead led the sunflower and two fairies sitting atop it toward Katyusha and the others.
Throughout the process, Zhao Xueying remained silent, listening. Just as Jiang Muyun was disappointed by her coldness, Zhao Xueying suddenly stood up and slammed her head against the wall.
In the days that followed, turbulent undercurrents surged through the martial world. The suspicion surrounding the Murong family of Gusu not only failed to clear but only grew more malicious.
Sitting opposite, Gu Jincheng and Qiao Anqing were both silent, exchanging no words. A trace of awkward tension lingered between them.