Chapter 51: The young master's learning is sufficient to be your teacher

Since it posed no harm to the body, Lingling naturally did not stop Liu He from indulging in his binge eating. However, Liu He’s luck seemed to end there; no matter how hard he searched afterward, not a single fish appeared, as if they had all hidden away.

The three fell silent, though each harbored the same thought: the world’s top university—such a rare opportunity—who wouldn’t want it?

As Jiang Ming spoke, memories of his parents surfaced—their daily breakfasts and dinners together before their disappearance, the midday calls after school, their mutual care, and his mother’s constant reminders to work hard.

Those people always treated Gu Fengshou with cruelty and never once regarded him seriously.

The Seven Killings’ eyes twitched slightly; zero battle damage… compared to this rustic band, he hardly seemed like an unparalleled general anymore.

With one week left in the month and Lingling’s death, any of the three could become the top courtesan and win the two hundred thousand prize. Motive-wise, all three had cause.

Tang Hao, drunk and belligerent, spoke while swinging his fists; how could Ye Xuehua possibly stand against a man like Tang Hao?

As he spoke, the sun climbed higher, making the air outside oppressive. A sliver of sunlight streamed through the window. In the corridor, people busied themselves with their tasks as if the outside world held no concern for them.

Returning to school, despite Lei Mingfei’s earnest invitation to Du Xinrong for a grand feast, Du Xinrong, lacking the mood, insisted on returning home. Ultimately, they relented, and Yu Weilong escorted him back before returning to join Lei Mingfei and head to Lei’s residence.

“Good. Relay my orders: all regiments of the Independent Brigade, full assault!” Without hesitation, Young Master Chen issued the command.

With this, Xu Tian suddenly gained several artillery regiments’ firepower, boosting their confidence significantly against the elite Nationalist divisions approaching.

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Zhang Ling had entered the realm of death; one more step would be the sacred realm. Preparing the Nether Grass early might help Zhang Ling regain memories sooner.

“Yes, yes, as long as you can help me detoxify, I’ll do whatever you ask.” Bao Xingfeng, worth billions, had pursued every luxury. He still had a bright future ahead and did not want to die young.

“Officer, if you have any questions, feel free to ask.” The two enemy officers, already captured, decided to reveal everything to secure travel expenses home—it was better than dying at the hands of the Communist army.

With that, Luo Ze turned on the computer, typing quickly before turning the screen toward Jiang Fan and the others.

“This operation concerns the entire situation. Xuanyuan must consider it carefully. The various cultivation sects have objections, but Duan Fei shares the same intention!” Xuanyuan Duan Fei’s gaze swept across the room.

“Young hero, please come this way!” After a brief retreat, a disciple from Mount Shu approached by the main hall’s side doors, ready to introduce himself.

Throughout, Jiang Fan remained silent, eyes closed in meditation, occasionally opening them to share a few light-hearted words with Zhou Yurou, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

If his grandfather had died earlier, for the Li family descendants to live peacefully, it was normal that his parents did not cultivate.

Unfortunately, I didn’t keep detailed records like other mothers. I have no clear idea when you first walked or spoke.

Still, that was the realm of Dragon Transformation and Return Origin. Even though Dugu Bai and Zhu Qiuyang were also at Dragon Transformation, as the saying goes, two fists can’t beat four hands; heroes fall before numbers.

This extended “world” had already surpassed the maximum time he could halt it.

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Ah Yuan’s mouth hung slightly open, awkward. Qin Kexia could tell he wanted to refuse but feared making her cry, so he forced a smile and then opened his arms.

With a gentle beam from one hand, Wei Ming’s light flew into his palm. Gazing at the glow, Wei Ming touched it lightly, and a surge of immense yet gentle power flooded his mind—an endless stream of life force.

Next, they bought many items from the Divine Emperor Company and contacted the branch office to confirm that the Aztec and Inca weapons were genuine, not replicas.

She never fancied herself rising to prominence nor dreamed of being Cinderella.

Nodding in agreement, the group resumed their assault on the barriers of the Gui Ling Realm, their attacks now stronger than before.

Qin Kexia beamed with happiness, her joy evident since stepping out of the car—night and day compared to yesterday at the He family. He Zhiqian, seeing her delight, smiled in return.

At that moment, the man cloaked entirely in black appeared seven yards behind Mo Fengyan alongside Wuhuan.

One must admit, the Purple Roar weapon was as brutal as its appearance suggested. Against ordinary monsters, it was crushing and pulverizing, delivering devastating blows that left none spared.