Chapter Forty-Two: Suspicion

Ji Xiaoxiao was a naturally suspicious person. She frowned and said, "Go back and have someone check into this. Make sure it’s not someone’s plant!" With that, she headed straight for the restroom and dialed Shu Zucheng’s number.

"Old man, what’s going on with this Shu Yiming? He really stole the spotlight today!" Ji Xiaoxiao complained.

Back then, this was the best outfit she could think of after just graduating, and she had spent all her savings on it.

After the canteen moved, meals were no longer served at round tables. Instead, they switched to a cafeteria-style service, where everyone disposed of their own leftovers and placed their trays at the collection point.

A fuse lit the gunpowder, and with a dull gunshot, a suit of armor mounted eighty paces away exploded in the chest, leaving a gaping hole.

So, even when others stepped forward and accused Zhenzhen of pushing Yuan Nianrong into the water, she was just grateful it wasn’t the frail Zhenzhen who ended up falling in.

Meanwhile, when he had some free time, Chen Jinghong visited the management office of Huaken Tower and toured many of the studios and offices upstairs.

At the end of the video, it was emphasized that the royal family was in full swing preparing for the wedding, which was destined to become a historic event to be remembered for centuries.

He was determined to make Anran see who truly loved her, who was the one most suited for her.

Sister Liu spoke as she began to pull out the money—this was the price she and Stationmaster Wang had agreed upon beforehand.

It wasn’t difficult for a yellow oriole to ring the bell a few extra times. It hardly mattered; at worst, it would just earn a scolding.

There were beastfolk in the Soma District as well. Perhaps a few of them wouldn’t mind working at the zoo.

Hearing there would be a banquet and wine, Wang Chen broke into a cold sweat, secretly thankful he hadn’t been made to recognize a godfather; calling him uncle was barely acceptable.

But these two newcomers were different. With their backgrounds and looks, as long as they extended an olive branch, the other party would surely accept it gladly—perhaps even throw themselves into their arms.

At this moment, the three reached an agreement. The six-winged golden dragonfly suddenly beat its wings and sped toward the western side of Mount Gang Rinpoche. Along the way, countless tribes dotted the land below, and many of the Bullfolk villagers gazed up in wonder at the six-winged golden dragonfly in the sky.

The forest was dense, the grass lush, and there were some strange wild creatures whose names Feng Yin couldn’t even guess. They were all gentle and not particularly large.

Just then, another man with long hair lunged at Qin Haodong, who promptly sent him flying with a kick, landing him beside the crew-cut man from earlier.

Li Tianba had nowhere to dodge and was forced to clash with Liu Cuihua again, at the cost of coughing up two more mouthfuls of blood.

The truth behind Yu Yanxiu and Ning Yukun’s deaths was exposed, dealing a heavy blow to the Ning Corporation’s stock market.

"Ha!" Zhang Jiang laughed aloud, wielding a longsword, while Zhang Zhi brandished a long saber. Both their weapons were shrouded in black aura.

If he didn’t know Ye Xiu, if he didn’t know Ye Xiu wasn’t the sort to show off just to put him down, he would have really thought Ye Xiu was acting pretentious.

Zhang Tian nodded. With his current mastery of light magic, he could easily sense the demonic clan’s dark constitution—especially the waves of corroding force that followed the black feathered arrow’s impact. It was light and darkness battling for dominance.

That night, I had no idea how I made it back to my room. By the time I woke up, it was already past nine the next morning, and Shen Yi was nowhere to be found. I was naked, my damp clothes from last night strewn on the floor, with a shaft of sunlight falling across them.

Otherwise, Su Wei would have done as with the other authors—had someone else handle things, never bothering to do it herself.

Could it be the teacher’s injuries had worsened, so much so that she no longer even had the strength to scold? Ye Ziyi, lost in wild speculation, told herself this wouldn’t do—she had to get to the bottom of it.