Chapter 127: No Talking While Eating

The last time she returned from a late-night class, Gu Huaizheng had been quite considerate and did not pester her. Today, however, he seemed like a different person. He walked in while Lu Jianwei was bathing, and in the dim light, his eyes shone brighter than the lamps, staring at her with the intensity of a ravenous wolf. Lu Jianwei ducked into the water for a moment, but Gu Huaizheng came over and scooped her up. "Are you finished yet?" He felt the water and found it had turned cold. "I’ll carry you over; the weather is still chillier than it was before."

With a large crowd gathered around, the commotion along the way let the Bashan Sword Field members who had arrived earlier know that Yu Xiuchun had also arrived.

Jiudu thought, "Then we shall wait and see." Because of the existence of the alien orc Dianbai, his trust in Yan Ran had long since vanished.

He picked up the flower pot and walked over to Dianbai, squatting down to poke him with his finger: "I won't settle the score with you regarding the 'Black Pearl,' but you've borrowed my throwing knife for long enough. Give it back to me immediately; life is very inconvenient without it." She kept the throwing knife close to her, so how could she not notice it was missing?

He didn't know where he had heard the news that Tang Yifan's token had been stolen, but he called to ask him if he was the one who did it.

A swordsman should be able to face a collapsing mountain without changing their expression; such violent fluctuations of mood were truly a bad sign.

Watching the red and blue storm being pushed further and further away from the crystal by the counter-reaction of the energy waves, Qi Baijun frowned deeply, feeling unusually anxious. If he missed this opportunity, he feared he would truly be trapped in this illusion forever.

With these few generations acting as a buffer, the Profound Dao Realm would be completely transformed in three hundred years. By then, when the Emperors and their sects re-emerged, they would surely be dumbfounded.

Liu Zhongcheng, who was closest, looked happy and hurriedly shifted his body to clear a seat between himself and She Rou.

He pondered for a moment, guessing it might have been Dianbai’s doing, deliberately stealing the boots and framing Jiudu.

Compared to the enhancement of other awakeners' abilities or the kaleidoscopic changes of spells, perhaps the extension of time after copying an ability was the very hallmark of his own growth. It was not hard to imagine the absolute advantage brought by such an improvement.

This painting could not be said to look exactly like Zhou Mo at the time; it was simply completely unrelated.

"I know," Jin Yougen said, fully aware of the situation, but he could not just stand by and watch his younger sister be sold.

Ji Yu nodded. With five thousand elite cavalry and over ten thousand infantry reinforcements, they had over ten thousand regular troops capable of fighting, plus forty thousand auxiliary troops who could win a one-sided battle. The gap in strength compared to the enemy outside the city was not too vast; the enemy force outside consisted of only a few tens of thousands of regular troops and one hundred thousand useless, unarmored conscripted peasants.

"The human realm and the underworld are like two sides of a mirror. When many people die in the human realm, our ghost population skyrockets, leading to overcrowding. Managing the ghosts, investigating causes of death, and arranging reincarnation has become impossible to keep up with. As the number of humans dwindles and the number of ghosts increases, they cannot be reincarnated, causing an imbalance between the human and nether realms."

"Do you see it, old man? This family, once shattered, is finally becoming whole again."

"Brother Yu, I know you are worried about me and want to help, but right now, doing nothing is the best help you can give me." Fu Yaoyu’s expression was somewhat helpless.

For a professional athlete, the knee is undoubtedly an extremely critical part of the body. If it can be helped without going under the knife, it is best not to touch it. Therefore, for so many years, Nowitzki had never undergone surgery on his knees.

Lu Heng was the gift of wealth. If one day Lu Heng stopped liking her, she would lose everything and be left with nothing.

Old Lady Jin, in particular, saw her once-plump, round face wither into a square one, her eye sockets sunken and her mouth drooping—a mean-spirited look that could no longer feign charity.

Before the match even began, fans had already started a frenzied war of words online. Supporters of every viewpoint had their own reasons.

Having inadvertently heard that Luo Shiyang liked dashing and romantic men, he went to great lengths to imitate them.