Volume One, Chapter 81: Her name is Shen Ruzhi, and I know where she lives.

When Lin Chu returned to the classroom, he noticed a faint trace of grievance in the way Tong Yao looked at him. He sat down unhurriedly, pondering what on earth he might have done to offend her, but could not come up with anything.

In the north, dried chili peppers are more commonly used, whereas in the south, chili oil is preferred. Lin Chu liked chili oil—not too spicy, and free from miscellaneous ingredients. When it comes to food, especially noodles, he believed simplicity was best: a mouthful of snowy white noodles, slurped up so that a bit of broth clung to his lips—that was the most delightful sensation.

Yet, even so, Ji Minai found it odd that those two curls of hair covering her "little rabbits" were still perfectly in place. This simply defied reason!

“Harry, my boy!” The moment Slughorn saw Harry, he leapt up, his velvet-clad belly nearly filling the remaining space in the compartment.

“Then why haven’t you figured out why you’re not allowed to stay here any longer?” The old doctor finally lost his temper.

If Ji Ruxue had heard that, she would certainly have retorted, “Don’t you have any self-awareness at all?”

Every member of the Slytherin Quidditch team had been outfitted with Nimbus 2000s, courtesy of Draco’s father’s sponsorship. With their superior gear compared to the other three houses, they were determined to seize the Quidditch Cup that year.

“All right, all right, I’ll go, okay?” Ji Minai shivered, brushed off her goosebumps, and went to open the door.

She remembered that last night, the noodles had been springy and chewy. Why were they so soft now? There was no bite to them at all.

He had already looked into it—the room across the hall was laid out exactly the same as this one and could also be used as a studio.

There was no shortage of experts in the orthodox sects skilled in lightness skills like Pang Fei. No matter how formidable the cult members were, it was impossible for them to vanish without a trace. The eight locations attacked were all different, but each was close to forests or mountains; only by taking advantage of the terrain could the attackers disappear without a sound, like swallows gliding past.

Li Xiang really felt his head spinning. How had things become so complicated? For the moment, he couldn’t even tell who was friend and who was foe.

After speaking, Chen Zijun came over and slipped her arm through Lin Yuming’s, her left breast pressing naturally and intimately against his arm. Lin Yuming felt a rush of warmth; that full, supple, and heated sensation seeped through his arm straight into his mind.

Of course, from an international perspective, almost all world-renowned large enterprises are publicly listed companies. Among the top five hundred companies in the United States, only about twenty or thirty are not publicly traded.

No need to explain in detail—Li Xiang now clearly understood how important this competition was to Na Feng, or rather, to Dragon Soar.

As the wings spread wide, like a vast canopy, they blocked out the sky, appearing all the more stately under the sunlight.

His younger sister and father hurried to stop him, insisting, as they always did, that getting up early was their habit. A little noise didn’t bother them. Besides, living together as a family was wonderful—lively, free to do as they wished. There was no need to stay in a cold hotel.

Even though the forces behind Shao Xing’s trio and Niu Kui’s group knew that the original rune manuscript was in Su Zheng’s possession, none of them recognized him.

“That’s enough! Stop talking!” Suddenly, tears welled up in Luo Yuhong’s eyes. Not wanting to draw attention, and even less willing to make a spectacle of herself in front of thousands of soldiers, she quickly feigned drowsiness, wiping her tears away with her sleeve.

Kong Fei wasn’t bothered by such things. True, it wasn’t ideal for people from law enforcement to frequent such occasions, but the hosts of these banquets never let in uninvited guests, nor did they turn on any surveillance. In fact, they had attended more than a few of these events.

Immediately, Dalbato issued orders to the mages behind him to unleash eighth-level magic—Wrath of the Thunder Dragon—at Rod and his party.

Listening to the old farmer’s explanation, Huo Xinchen truly learned a great deal. Normally, water counters fire, but he had never heard of fire restraining water. The world was indeed full of surprises.

When I finally landed, I discovered to my shock that I was in a graveyard, the grounds crawling with swarms of venomous insects.

What kind of influential sect could achieve such an awe-inspiring effect? They admitted they could not match it and were truly shaken by the miraculous scenes at the Taoist ritual.

“You… you really didn’t look, didn’t touch? And didn’t do anything else to me? Swear it!” At first, Su Su seemed doubtful of Qin Guyue’s words, but seeing Qin Guyue promptly raise his right hand and solemnly make a thunderous oath, her doubts were dispelled.

“Do you realize that if you cure him, his strength will rival yours? You may not be able to kill him,” Zhou Qian said calmly to Lin Ke after thinking it over.

As Qin Guyue desperately tried to come up with a way to escape while the other three conversed, Qian Xunxue suddenly tugged at the leather strap fastening his armor.

But just as he moved, he saw Li Dongsheng appear in front of him. He changed direction, but Li Dongsheng blocked him again. Four times he tried, and each time Li Dongsheng was one step ahead.

Zhang Xingxing’s expression remained impassive, unmoved by Xie Ruiyu’s pain.

“Why is this mountain so tall? And not even a staircase? Are you planning to sell me off?” Cang Yun looked up at the mountain shrouded in mist, unable to see any sign of a path.

After so long in the military camp and then returning to the capital, caught in open and hidden struggles, his hands were stained with more than a little blood.

On the way back to the Marquis of Jing’an’s residence, Chu Lian had already decided to make the crispy roast duck that Lady Dunjia so often longed for.

So she sat back down on the edge of the bed, playing back the recent scene and the journalist’s impassioned commentary in her mind, her heart surging with indescribable excitement and joy.

Chen Zi found this yet another strange occurrence, for his hand had long since lost all feeling. Realizing this profound change, many of his plans began to waver.

As an unremarkable cardinal, Stephen had few trusted subordinates. Last time, after Chief Judge Kairon’s scheming led to the Pope’s disgrace, Stephen, as the scapegoat, had been exiled to Tal Town to become a pioneer settler.

My eyes were fixed on the werewolf sitting on the ground, completely unaware that Mikas had circled behind me. In his hands, he was gathering a dark power, which he was now slowly bringing toward my back, clearly intending to strike a fatal blow while I remained oblivious.