Chapter Thirty-One: Shall We Make a Bet?

“What kind of person do you think I am?” Qiao Luo kicked the bathroom door open and stared directly into Lin Miaomiao’s eyes. “Weren’t you brave enough to say it to my face before? Now you prefer to badmouth me behind my back?”

Both women were taken aback. The female colleague who had been speaking ill of them blushed deeply and felt utterly ashamed when caught red-handed.

Lin Miaomiao felt a flicker of guilt but quickly straightened her neck and spoke with conviction, “What’s wrong with what I said? I wasn’t wrong! Did you think—”

“Hold those hellish ghost corpses!” Dou Baozi immediately issued orders to the summoned BBs. These BBs, like puppets, charged directly at the ghostly creatures without hesitation.

Chu Feng had just stepped out of the room when he caught sight of Zhao Xue and Zhao Yu’s graceful figures moving about. He nearly drooled, utterly captivated by their curvaceous forms that held his gaze fixed in awe.

The ensuing battle left me utterly discomfited. Every slash of the Sword of Light was perilously close to striking me. My eyes filled with hesitation, and I sighed inwardly, thinking, “Fine, I’ll use it.”

“You know, Xingzhou is the gateway to Sichuan. I bear great responsibility, so I cannot afford any mistakes. Therefore, you cannot pass through Xingzhou.” Wu Jie paused here, watching Gao Chong’s reaction carefully.

This flying sword was identical in shape and color to those of today, only about the size of an adult’s palm. A piece of jade adorned the hilt as decoration. The sword exuded an ancient aura, as if from millennia past. Yet everyone now knew it was merely an ordinary flying sword.

Finally, after a long wait, the once haughty Zheng Jinshan, who had been so proud at the parent-teacher meeting, broke into a cold sweat and stepped to within a meter behind Nalan Changsheng.

They say fortune favors the bold. Without those periods of intense training, without those narrow escapes from death, would I even be who I am today?

During the experiment, the major families of Ningguo were all present. Everyone followed closely behind, including several veteran craftsmen dispatched by the Guan family. Gao Chong explained the process as he worked. First, papermaking.

Pei Donglai always believed that no matter what one did, thorough investigation and preparation were essential for success.

A shield soldier company consisted of three shield soldier platoons and a fire support squad, configured similarly otherwise. Shield soldiers were primarily equipped with shields, broadswords, and multifunctional daggers.

Lin Jiaying raised an eyebrow slightly but did not approach. Instead, she casually took a glass of champagne from a waiter and scanned the hall. She remembered that Bo Zixiao had also come but had no idea where he had gone.

This feeling was a little like when he returned home after marrying An An, weary and frustrated from work but unwilling to let his wife worry, so he forced a smile as he stepped through the door.

As the season grew colder, Jiang Yu sneezed and coughed several times, piling blankets over himself, too lazy to get out of bed and move around.

In the southeast corner of Chang’an City lay the Furong Garden and Qujiang Pool, public recreational spaces open to the populace for a limited time—an ancient form of public amusement.

However, ascending to Golden Immortal was no easy feat. Master Sanfeng not only lacked the right opportunity but also the necessary insight. Even Zhang Yiyi knew that recently the master planned to seclude himself for a long time to seek enlightenment anew.

“Ming, what did Lu Xiaotong tell you?” Ye Chuxue asked timidly, lowering her voice and keeping her distance for fear that she was still angry.

“Wan Nian Nian’s methods are so ruthless?” Shi An’an knew well that when the drug cravings hit, some would even kill their own parents to afford their habit. Yet Wan Nian Nian could still pull teeth from a tiger’s mouth?

Lin Jiaying was completely unaware of this matter. At that moment, she was at home selecting scripts recently sent by Ye Qingqing. Just then, a knock came at the door. Lin Jiaying furrowed her brows slightly and was about to get up to answer when her phone rang—a string of numbers from a landline.