Chapter 45: The Writer

For some reason, seeing Li Yan’s exhausted expression, Huo Guang suddenly felt a surge of pity in his heart, and the desire that had been difficult to control instantly diminished considerably.

Although Ni Sichong was a fool, his question hit the mark. Everyone turned their gaze toward Yuan Shikai, who sat steadily in the Grand Tutor’s chair.

Yuki seemed not to have heard Kamijo’s apology at all; ignoring the young man fumbling awkwardly before her, she turned to Levi and asked.

“Bang…” Yet Tang Xiaoyan still fired abruptly, pulling the trigger without the slightest hesitation.

At this moment, Ning Youran was diligently working at her writing desk, fully immersed, her face burning with endless passion.

“This…” Sun Yuanqi hesitated greatly. Having been in education for many years, he held deep affection for his students and always valued harmony. Faced with their protests and petitions, he found it hard to be ruthless. Perhaps this was the “born to avoid conflict, fond of peace” character that Tang Shouqian mentioned?

On August 1st, Germany declared war on Russia and issued an ultimatum to France, demanding neutrality if a conflict broke out between Germany and Russia. France resolutely refused and mobilized fully.

This secret passage was actually a natural cave, extremely damp inside, with moss-covered surfaces that were very slippery. After winding through several hundred meters, the light vanished completely, and the passage came to an abrupt end.

If this went on, my mouth would cramp up, wouldn’t it? Levi felt a pang of sympathy for Yezi and secretly asked Yuki to help.

He knew exactly what kind of situation Su Lin was facing: two Xuanxian-level cultivators. Among them, Wang Richan and Chu Nanxiang were in a different league—true veteran Xuanxian masters. The pressure was absolutely unbearable for an ordinary person.

“Wow! Ding Sanyang, we’ve struck gold! This big ship can fetch a lot of spirit stones,” Feiyu said excitedly.

Neither of the Gu brothers had a gloomy temperament; instead, both possessed an optimistic and uplifting spirit. If it were an ordinary man dealing with the matter of Madam Gu’s eldest son, he might have refrained in public but certainly would have tormented those around him in secret.

They had long heard she was a beast tamer, but none had confirmed it. Now, having seen it with their own eyes, they instantly regretted it deeply.

If he truly cared for his younger brother, no matter how the couple’s relationship was, there would be a lingering wound,” Ji Shoucheng said after speaking, feeling there was still room to teach Ji Anning in this regard.

Gu Shinuo once spoke to her, yet she still allowed things to happen; at that time, his wife had been too careless. Ji Anning took meticulous care of Gu Shinuo’s daily life, smiling brightly in his presence, but in the end, things were different.

Over the years, many common folk secretly cursed Yu Zhiyang, but none dared to do so openly; after all, they still had to survive.

Yet the Black Flame Flood Dragon showed no fear in the face of the two enormous fireballs; it moved skillfully within the fiery world, utterly fearless.

Qin Lie moved his right hand, gripping tightly the Big Dipper Sword. Then, all the Sea Dragon Star energy in his dantian surged powerfully into the sword.

In just about a year, the Ma family’s strength had grown significantly. Last New Year, the entire village had just over fifty people; now, they had more than a dozen servants, over thirty tenant families, and more than a hundred people in total. How could the New Year not be lively?

“You?” Su Jinyi never expected that the man she considered a jerk, a rogue, a scoundrel, would step forward at the critical moment to shield her from the bullet.

But then again, since Sifeng was right behind Zhu Haozhao, how could he have failed to notice her?

Xiuyao obediently fastened her hat. She led the Liu family to find Liu An and the others, who had been selling goods for most of the day. Though dressed like cotton balls, they were trembling from the cold, stamping their feet, warming their hands, pacing back and forth.

For example, to avenge Yang Hao, she naturally wouldn't dare confront the Supervisory Department, but the cultivator who harmed her child must die—either avenging her child or dying alongside him.

For mercenaries, surrender was the most normal thing. Even their commander Abus had died; what reason did they have to fight desperately?

Suddenly, the two families clashed again. However, the Qiu family was clearly at fault. Seeing the surrounding crowd’s pointing fingers and curses, they understood and slunk away in disgrace.

Qi Feng’s handsome face was covered in soot, making his bright black eyes appear especially clear and translucent, like they had been washed by pure water.

Tang Haodong laughed, “You stay here and keep watch. I’ll go down to check. There are too many of their people; I’m worried something might happen to Huzi.” He casually picked up a steel pipe and a machete from the ground and went down the stairs.

“We’re at the largest Yuelai Inn in Feng City,” Rao Yao interjected, though this was not a long-term refuge.

“Better to stay alive, right? Whether or not you betray me doesn’t matter, and chasing after you was actually her idea.”

Then the middle-aged man regained consciousness and painfully said, “You! You actually destroyed my cultivation.”

In short, Zhang Maiwei only wanted to get along amicably and keep an eye out for himself, with no ill intentions.

Though angry, it was embarrassing to say anything in front of so many people, so he could only walk toward the other side.

The officer quickly put away his gun and bowed to Elena: “Last time at Mr. K’s residence, I had the great honor of seeing your profile.”

At that moment, he arrived at the spot where turbulent currents surged beneath his feet, as if the entire sea was about to be upheaved.

Qiu Ruoruo listened quietly as he spoke, her eyes still devoid of warmth. Yet her body shifted slightly as she propped herself up on the sofa armrest and stood.