Chapter 34: Drugged and Abducted

Ollie hurriedly stood up, shaking its fur until it rippled, and then warily circled around Su Ninglong.

The foreign teacher remarked with a sigh, "You are the first person I've seen who can make even a calm guide dog afraid of you."

Xing Yuan knew that as long as Su Ninglong was awake, she could never stay still; she would tease even a dog if given the chance.

Having finished their discussion, Principal Yan and Yun Fei returned to the office.

Yun Fei spoke directly, "Let's start with our requirements. We would like..."

At this moment, his only chance was to beg for mercy; perhaps Long Wujia would soften his heart and spare his life.

"You promised, you must come. I am to be married at sixteen; if you do not come, I shall have no face left to see anyone." Yang Xianrong looked up at Sima Ji with a smile, her fair face filled with unease.

"Lift all city restrictions tonight. The citizens may move about freely," Sima Ji ordered with a wave of his hand.

"It is not yet certain who will die. If you have the ability, go ahead and summon the Eye of Heaven again," Xiao Fan shrugged, completely disregarding the Heavenly Spirit King.

Yun Jinxiu pursed her lips and said, "Not for now, lest we startle the snake. Your mother hasn't appeared for so many years; perhaps she has lost her memories, or perhaps she simply wishes not to remember. Rash action would only alert her."

Because Yang Wudi had already communicated with him that the Human Emperor was about to return, he asked Jiang Bai to head over as soon as possible.

The moment Yao Feiruo retreated, the infant spirit seemed to peel away from her, bit by bit.

The fourth master of the Yun family accepted this compliment with a wry smile, yet he felt a lump in his throat, feeling as though his second brother had still been scolding him.

"Let's go and apologize to Xixi. I hope she can forgive us; otherwise, we are the sinners of the Lu family," Lu An decided.

Practitioners absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refining it with various techniques, all to transform the contained energy factors into true essence for their own use.

The moment Wang Zhiqiu fell, Ji Yu never looked at him again, as if he had merely killed an insignificant stray cat or dog.

The efficiency of the harvester was, of course, remarkable. In just one morning, more than half of Hu Shijie’s fields were harvested. They left the machine at the edge of the field, went home for a meal, and continued in the afternoon. By the time the sun set, half of Ping'an's father's wheat field had also been harvested.

Wang An had a keen eye for talent and recognized that Zhu Chongba possessed the makings of an emperor, which is why he ultimately made that choice.

"Hmph! Do you think I would have come without a strategy?" Qin Yuhua scoffed disdainfully. If she hadn't made sufficient preparations, she would have been walking straight into a trap like a turtle in a jar.

Zhou Jin, however, knew that was not the case. It was that while Young Master Xiao’s cultivation realm was inferior to that man's, his true strength surpassed him. By swearing upon that man's own heaven and earth, the man naturally found it unbearable.

Just then, a crescent-shaped necklace fell from Old Zhang’s pocket. In the dim light, the chain shone with an unexpectedly bright silver luster.

Having gone down the slope earlier to take a look, they discovered that a weasel had caused a disturbance at the chicken coop belonging to Grandpa Li, Li Lida, at the bottom of the hill. However, the creature hadn't actually entered the coop; it had only scared the chickens in a circle before slipping away before the dogs arrived.

"The Source of Life?" Yue Hua was somewhat startled. When she had arrived earlier, Qing Ling had already finished absorbing it, so she hadn't witnessed the event. It was only upon hearing "Source of Life" that she reacted.

"This is not a matter of whether I want to or not; I cannot control the laws of heaven and earth," Old Zhang said.

"Prince Rui is a rare beauty; what is so strange about him being likable?" Wei Qingqing replied casually.

Ge Lanlan threw herself into Fang Jiren’s arms, clinging tightly to his chest. The bitterness of separation, the ache of longing, the suffocating loneliness, and the accumulation of grievances all welled up in her heart. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed in sorrow.