Chapter 168: The Invitation

"Please make yourself at home."

"Oh, by the way, Aunty, I wanted to ask you about something. Our Dabao has already finished one semester of the first grade back in our hometown, and now I'd like to have him continue his education here at the military district school." Gu Tingzhou suddenly remembered that Jiang Fan's wife was a teacher at the military district school, so he brought it up.

Today was the weekend, and going directly to the school to inquire would likely yield no teachers. Moreover, he did not want to leave his wife to handle these matters entirely on her own later on.

Therefore, he hoped to find a teacher today, get the registration sorted out, and then he could return to his unit with peace of mind.

"You..." The other person was left speechless with anger. This was precisely the matter that all spiritual masters cared about the most. If one failed to break through to the Emperor Spirit Master realm before the age of thirty, they would be forever unable to reach higher levels of cultivation, and he happened to belong to this exact category.

"You—what are you doing?" Ye Feng shouted loudly in his heart, feeling a mixture of grief and absurdity. If he were to return to his physical body now, he wondered if the Dragon Dan would beat him to death.

No matter how much of a genius Molin was, it was impossible for him to independently author a cultivation manual. Therefore, Moxi inquired about the origin of Molin's cultivation techniques.

The Regeneration Pill was truly a miraculous medicine capable of swiftly repairing damaged bodily tissues. Thus, shortly after I consumed the pill, all the wounds across my body healed completely, and they stopped bleeding altogether.

Fari gripped his whip tightly and pressed the button on the handle, causing countless blades to spring forth once again.

After walking through the forest for several days, the woods grew increasingly dark and dense, and the soil turned as black as ink.

Just as he neared Ouyang Jingfeng's room, a leisurely sound of the zither drifted over from the back garden.

Meanwhile, seeing the Seventh Prince close his eyes, Hao Ke Yue'er withdrew the feigned smile from her face. Slowly sliding her left hand into the Seventh Prince's upper garment, her delicate, icy-smooth hand gently stroked his chest, eliciting a series of soft, contented sighs from him.

Qingyue and the others rushed over upon hearing the commotion, but by the time they arrived at the scene, a crowd of incense-burning pilgrims had already blocked the corridor.

If it were the former Gu En, she perhaps wouldn't have found it strange for him to do this for her. However, she now knew he wasn't some host, but the eldest young master of the Gu family. For a dignified, high-ranking CEO to do such a thing for her could only leave her flustered and at a loss.

After their sailing junk entered the Liaodong Gulf, Mou Rongtian had Yan Siqi find a trusted sailor to stage a play for Old Second Guan.

Mo Ziyan did not reply. His breathing was somewhat rapid, his body curled up, and his brows tightly furrowed as he groaned in intense pain, as though enduring a heart-rending agony.

At the same time, he could not help but marvel at his wondrous destiny with her—to actually run into her here, and under such circumstances at that.

The head teacher walked over and stopped beside me. "Them? They have body fragrance too?! I want to have that kind of body fragrance as well, tell me how you did it!" The head teacher looked at me with a playful expression.

Fu Tingze frowned slightly, stood up from his seat, scooped up the flustered Ruan Mianmian in his arms, carried her over to the living room sofa, and placed her on his lap.

Seeing the person beside the Returning Daoist, the Seven Kills, who knew the thirteen individuals like the back of their hand, immediately spoke up.

The conversation had ceased, yet neither of them hung up the phone for a long time. They simply listened quietly to each other's breathing until another call came through on Fu Tingze's phone, finally ending the connection.

Su Qin and Li Minghao also nodded slightly, clearly not holding the same biased views toward Yang Tian as the people outside the village.

Ruan Mianmian gazed at the specks of starlight on the ceiling, feeling a sudden ache in her nose. All of this had probably been arranged by Fu Tingze long ago.

"No, I cannot just stand by and watch my second brother march to his death, I..." Before Wang Erde could finish, he saw that Sun Shuang'er was already bathed in tears. He hurried back to embrace her and gently wiped away her tears.

As they spoke, the spacious CEO's office was instantly filled to the brim with them. As for Luo Birong, scared out of her wits, she hurriedly hid behind the executive chair, her hands gripping the backrest and trembling uncontrollably.