Chapter 75: Dead?

After leaving those words behind, Ye Chen couldn't care less about how Zhou Shaoyuan felt and strode straight into the office building.

Zhou Shaoyuan, kneeling on the ground, wore a terrifying expression on his pallid face.

It was July, after all, and the midday temperature outside soared to forty degrees. Since he'd started running with the rough crowd, he'd rarely been so humiliated.

Yet now he could feel that searing pain...

With Wang Yimu gone, what followed was a scene of universal delight. Yin Mo carefully tidied her room, while I couldn't afford to be idle. Seizing the moment when no one was watching, I slipped into Xu Meng's room to see what it looked like.

Yes, after Su Jun and Angela left, having bonded with the Blue Ice White Night Dragon, they contracted other spirit beasts as well.

So as long as the software was successfully launched and proved effective, everyone would benefit. Ye Zhen still had to pick up Jiang Ningning that evening, so he hurried to finish his tasks, not even pausing for dinner before calling her.

Ah, this meal, which was a feast for everyone else, left Lan Yu feeling utterly uncomfortable.

Because Ye Zifeng was always at the Night Wind headquarters, most of the trivial matters across the various enterprises beneath him were handled by Ye Xinghan, the general manager.

"Phew, I'm exhausted. How did the Venomous Chimera break free from control?" Sike, the bald-headed teacher, let out a breath.

Ba Tianyi, now sixty-five, was the most renowned shaman in Ba Kingdom, respectfully addressed as "Sorcerer Lord"—the highest honor among shamans, with immense status, presiding over major sacrificial ceremonies.

He hadn't expected her to sever it herself with a knife. He was dumbfounded at the moment, shouting for her not to do it! Mo Ying smiled gently, telling Ming Fan, "I love you, and I'm willing to trade my life for your safety."

"Ming Fan! Who allowed you to speak to the professors in such a loud voice? Apologize!" Ming Lou glared at him and whispered, his gaze so intense Ming Fan dared not meet it.

Su Jun exchanged pleasantries and settled on the office sofa, quietly awaiting Teacher Sisi's next move.

It all began when Ji Xingchen had a high fever, and Nan Xiangwan, though at home, ignored him, nearly costing Ji Xingchen his life.

Julian and Karl's teams were evenly matched, but they had agreed to cooperate, with the final blow left to individual skill. Naturally, intrigue and scheming were inevitable, but there was still a chance to slay the monster.

Ji Xingchen frowned, feeling a little displeased. Eighty million—far beyond the jewelry's value. There was no need to bid any further.

The boy's name was Ye Junzhen, who also liked Tian Jing, and he was a troublemaker. At this moment, Ye Junzhen hated Xu Ziye.

Wei Ruo raised such conditions again simply to confirm whether her claims of wanting the people to live in comfort were genuine.

The agony of eighty-one needles was a hundred times worse than forty-nine or sixty-four, yet Mo Heng gritted his teeth and endured it.

Endless winds of spiritual fury tangled with the Nine Heavens Fire Dragon, like a catastrophe. Vast stretches of land saw their vegetation ignited and then swept away by raging gales, exposing the bare earth.

Now Li Huaide clearly understood the consequences—what awaited him might well be execution by firing squad.

Ye Xingxing grew anxious, and could even sense the pleading and the desperate longing for life in Yunxia Zhi’s eyes.

Dizang collapsed to his knees, like a heap of broken flesh, unable even to sit up. He could only prop himself up with his hands, greedily gulping fresh air.

But no one else was to blame for this; at the time, I was far too reckless. Relying on a bit of martial arts, I became the king of the village children, beating up every kid my age and leading Liu Qi in making the village a chaotic mess—chickens and dogs in uproar. In truth, I was nothing short of a little tyrant, hated by everyone who saw me.