Erbao's Unusual Behavior

Gu Tingzhou had not been home for well over half a month, while Li Qingyun had officially secured her footing at the nursery school.

Drawing upon the wisdom of future generations alongside her own intelligence and resourcefulness, she not only successfully fulfilled her duties but also won unanimous praise from the leadership.

The other two teachers, who had arrived full of ambition and initially vied with her in secret, were now thoroughly convinced and willingly deferred to her supremacy.

Li Qingyun could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Although her life had become overwhelmingly busy, she did not seem to feel tired at all, for in this unfamiliar era, she had found her own sense of worth.

Every time Shangguan Rong'er wanted to shake off Zhang Yixuan's pestering, she would rush out to engage him in a battle of wits. After each such encounter, the chilly and eerie aura about Shangguan Rong'er would grow exceptionally heavy, leaving her complexion deathly pale and completely drained of blood after every duel with Zhang Yixuan.

Even the horses sensed the lurking dangers, snorting anxiously and stamping their hooves as a heavy restlessness settled over them. The surroundings suddenly fell silent once more; it seemed the bandits this time were not as mediocre as those encountered in the past, but rather cunning, ruthless, and top-tier outlaws.

"Since ancient times, emperors have maintained harems of three thousand beauties. How could there possibly be only a single heir?" Yixuan said coldly.

"I have no objections either, as long as Sister Xian can recover," Liang Luo chimed in, completely ignoring the blatant eye-rolling from Ling Lan-yu.

The colossal tail of the Frost Genesis Dragon lashed out with fierce, successive whips against the magical shield sustained by the two. The God King and his companions frantically patched up the fracturing barriers, and only after dozens of minutes did the torrential blizzard of ice arrows gradually subside.

Under such dense strafing from the top of the city walls, the hundred or so people originally left downstairs were reduced to just over a dozen still fighting the zombies. Without exception, those individuals had bloodshot eyes, hurled continuous curses, and fiercely attacked the zombies with nimble hands.

She circled around him, even walking ahead to lead the way, as she conflated the past and the present. Throughout that entire year, he had visited several times, and she had chattered away on numerous occasions, repeating the same words over and over until she herself could no longer tell what time it was.

Xiao Tu could not see where the old master was, but his voice echoed as clearly as if he were right beside his ear, filling him with a mixture of shock, fear, and joy.

"A solution to this matter has already been found, there is nothing left to discuss." Haotian's tone remained cold and detached.

"Potian, what is wrong with you?" Ming Potian was studying a military map when his brows suddenly furrowed into an expression of intense pain, throwing Tang Youyou into a panic.

Nearby, the God-Emperor-tier abyss creature paid no heed to their idle chatter. Flapping its massive wings, it hurled condensed boulders of red-hot magma directly toward the Night God Emperor.

"Sigh, this time Long Hao has slain Cao Mo, and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect will definitely not let the matter rest. I hope you can step in and help him," Ye Zhuxuan thought anxiously, worrying over Long Hao's safety. She naturally knew what the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect signified; a sect harboring a Sovereign Realm expert was definitely not something Long Hao could contend with.

Wang Xian nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and with a flick of his hand, produced several Verdant Embryo Fruits.

Seeing Su Cha already dressed in her wedding gown, the bridesmaids Le Anqi and Jin Mou could not help offering continuous praises.

Moreover, under such circumstances, should the Dragon Palace encounter danger, it was likely that no one would come to its rescue.

Shadows surged like a tide from all directions. The garrison soldiers let out a battle cry as blades clashed in fierce combat.

"Rest assured, respected father-in-law, in the days to come I will always stay by Qinglian's side to protect her. Anyone who dares to harm her will suffer a fate worse than death," Yang Huaiping said, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The two major factions had long since negotiated with the Sacred Fire Clan, and naturally, they would not offend them.

She said with a smile, a lingering and wistful expression resting on her face as if the fragrance of the roasted sweet potato still lingered between her lips and teeth, leaving a profound and enduring aftertaste.

Mentioning last night's events, Su Cha also felt it was unsuitable for children, and the moment Thin Muyi brought it up, she found herself uncontrollably letting her imagination wander.