Chapter 155: Kidnapped

Ever since she learned that skipping a grade to enter the senior year was impossible, Tao Hua sank into a low mood for quite some time. She still held the senior year textbooks in class every day, but as she read, her mind would wander, leaving her head blank, unsure of what she was thinking, and entirely unable to concentrate.

Tao Hua had never expected that the first to apologize would actually be Huang Zihao, so she hurriedly said, "Yesterday, I was a bit too emotional... and hit you... Are you alright?" As she spoke, Tao Hua reached out to touch her left cheek where she had struck him the day before.

Big Brother is indeed formidable, Duan Chengxu thought to himself, ignoring Gao Yizhe's words and simply gazing at Su Nuannuan.

"Wu Hewei, what are you doing?!" The slender-figured man, having his train of thought interrupted by the muscle-bound man, looked extremely angry and shouted loudly.

Hearing this, I was shocked! Both of us being elite soldiers, I couldn't beat Old Tu, yet Old Tu was no match for Kun Sha. What the hell—how could there be such a massive gap?

Su Nuannuan suddenly sprang up from the bed. A man's voice! Could this be the man her mother had mentioned marrying—her own stepfather?

Under such circumstances, if Lou Wanggu were to receive any news about the other golden fox, he would inevitably have to ask Nie Yuansheng to yield a step. Lou Wanggu alone might not be enough to make Nie Yuansheng, a favored minister close to the emperor, feel any real apprehension, but Lou Wanggu's wife, Princess Xuanning, was someone Nie Yuansheng could not afford to displease.

"Auntie, I'm not very clear about this either. I have class now, let's leave it at that for a moment." After hanging up the phone, I looked at Douzi's uneasy expression. Since Huang Cheng said he would leave him for Douzi to deal with, then it should be left to him.

Su Nuannuan had no time to spare for Wu Lili either. She gripped her phone tightly, sat down, straightened her posture, and took a deep breath, trying her best to keep her tone steady. Only then did she answer the call, speaking a very soft "Hello" into the receiver.

Seeing the knight standing close at hand, Invincible smiled faintly, slowly reaching his hand out toward the knight's neck, while the knight was still scanning his surroundings in all directions, completely unaware that catastrophe was about to befall him.

Only, at this moment, Yan Qingyao did not understand what this meant; she only knew that this sensation was far from pleasant and carried with it an inexplicable sorrow.

However, originally Yuan Futong had only raised troops in rebellion in the seventh year of King Zhou's reign. Now, because of her own intervention, it had started ahead of schedule. With Grand Tutor Wen being dispatched to the North Sea to quell the rebellion, she wondered if subsequent events would still unfold as they originally did?

Wondering if she would still possess such a burning, passionate love when she grew old, she thought of Mo Ziyan. After he confessed his feelings here that day, several days had passed without them seeing each other. Could it be that because she hadn't given an answer, he had backed away in discouragement? It wasn't that she didn't want to respond, but rather that she didn't know what to say.

Bai Mei possessed a fiery personality and a fierce sense of right and wrong. Su Ji entirely agreed with her words, and began subtly probing her about who had bullied his mother. Hmph, did they think the Su family had no one to stand up for them?

It was simply impossible for someone to cultivate Golden Saints just like that! And Garan managed to produce four of them in a single go?

"Yuze, how old am I now? Why are you still as childish as before?" Although Mo Xialan verbally blamed Mu Yuze for being childish, she readily and happily accepted his form of celebration.

"Hey," Tan Zhen let out a sigh of frustration, unable to say anything else. He raised his arm to check his watch; it was one o'clock in the morning. What could he do? Should he really wake the provincial governor up over this?

Deng Zhengxiang gave Zhao Zhengce a very strange look, finding no obvious flaws, before letting out a sigh and dropping the inquiry. However, Zhao Zhengce knew that Deng Zhengxiang had taken the matter to heart.

Song Xiyuan took a sip of the red liquid in his glass, his tone nonchalant and completely indifferent.

If Wang Sheng guessed correctly, it was likely due to the influence of time travel, causing these two entities to once again catch a glimpse of themselves from before they had entered the realm of fortune, thereby successfully beginning their awakening.

According to the remains of Charlemagne discovered in later generations, his height was around 1.84 meters. This height is quite ordinary in modern times. Whether in northern China, the various nations of Europe, or the Mayflower Alliance, there are no small number of men whose height reaches 1.84 meters.

I have to make a living too. I'm just an ordinary author, not a top-tier writer, and I can't rely on copyright royalties to live without worries like they do. I have to write for a long time every day. Six thousand words takes a huge amount of time for a perfectionist like me, yet the income is pitifully small—less than two thousand yuan after tax. I hope everyone can understand.

With a height sufficient to obscure a starry sky, it directly loomed over Wang Sheng's form, and a single palm could completely cover his three-thousand-zhang stature.

"Pfft—cough, cough." Jiang Sheng hadn't even managed to swallow his mouthful of wine before spitting it out, coughing repeatedly as he choked. Was this Yuan Shao?

The Blood Demon used the bat's line of sight to gradually make out the structure of the cave. Just as the bat was about to catch sight of two faint figures, a brilliant sword Qi suddenly came hurtling forward. The blood-red bat was instantly cleaved in half, turning back into fresh blood that dripped onto the stones of the cave.

"Perhaps you will need to change locations in the future; this vicinity is truly not very suitable," Professor McGonagall said, frowning as she surveyed the surrounding environment, clearly growing increasingly averse to the malevolent atmosphere within the Forbidden Forest.

Of course Qin Min wanted to get to the bottom of it. Why? His own wedding was something he found out about last; was there anything more absurd under heaven? Even if he couldn't resist this arrangement and had to submit to it, not even discussing it with him first made it impossible for him to accept.

Countless grains of yellow sand and shattered stones pelted against his body, creating a dense, stinging sensation that made one's scalp tingle.

Coupled with the fear, terror, and helplessness experienced right before being killed—a whole series of negative emotions—he became the absolute prime "material" for refining a blood corpse.

Indeed, human kindness and malice are truly difficult to judge definitively, unlike evil spirits and the demon race, where the greater the strength, the higher the karmic merit.

The end of the dead-end alley was a wall of glass. I stopped beside the wall and looked out through the glass.

I walked along the roadside, following the highway, walking continuously. Occasionally, a car would speed past on the road, but I never once thought about trying to flag them down for a ride. Such a thing was thoroughly unrealistic—a lone pedestrian walking on the road in the middle of the night.