Chapter 165: Director

"Yes, am I the only one taking the class?"
"Of course not. It's your entire department—well, excluding me, of course."
At this, Xiao Bai's expression completely changed, and her whole world fell apart! Her mind went blank with a loud buzz! If she really did this, she would become the target of everyone's resentment!
Everyone in the entire department would hold a grudge against her!
Her heart...

"Qin Mo possesses extremely high cultivation talent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to rise with the Blood Fiend Sect in just a few decades and even defeat the Carefree Venerable. Therefore, Long Hui's formidable cultivation must be entirely due to Qin Mo's nurturing," Taigu analyzed.

As Lu Jue took Zhou Ruoshui by the hand and sat back down in the main seat, Wei Han, clad in armor and wielding a steel saber, swept into the main hall like a gust of wind.

Hearing this, Li Chenfeng's heart skipped two beats in rapid succession, but outwardly he showed no emotion whatsoever. He merely nodded calmly, as if indicating that the proprietress was right.

Not only that, but from now on, even for the sake of his own safety, he had to protect Wu Hao's safety—which ran completely counter to what he needed to do.

As a defensive structure for the Necromancer race, the Shroud of Darkness could not possibly serve merely to block out the sun in the sky.

Under these circumstances, Ding Yuan reacted swiftly. Taking Ding Li with him, he escaped amidst the chaotic tide of the Wuxian army, which was completely routed due to the backlash of the "Suppression of the Army's Might" after the fierce Wuyan was killed.

This undoubtedly placed Zhu Zhen in a dilemma. He stood up indignantly and said, "How can the imperial decree and the empire be treated as child's play? Pretend I said nothing." With that, he turned around and left without looking back.

When he had originally received the Three-Slay Seed Mechanism Sword Qi imparted by Wang Zi Qiao, he clearly remembered it being designated as an "Extraterritorial Fiend Supreme Sword Canon." He did not know what an extraterritorial fiend was, but judging from the utterly lethal and merciless Three-Slay Seed Mechanism Sword Qi, extraterritorial fiends were certainly no good entities.

"Elder sister, you suddenly stopped walking just now, and no matter how I called you, you wouldn't speak. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Red Pupil looked at her with concern.

Looking at the dozen or so soldiers armed with AK-74 steel rifles, standing motionless with an imposing aura to guard the cave entrance, I nudged Old Ma and told him to get out of the car and come with me. Old Ma, clueless as to what I was up to, walked over in a daze.

"Oh, go ahead." Viscount County actually had a rough idea of what was coming, but she needed some detailed information.

At this moment, Ouyang Kunpeng's heart was filled with intense anxiety. He stared at Tian Tian's tear-stained face, eagerly awaiting those three words from her.

"Chenzi, I thought you were just acting up and throwing a tantrum because your grandfather went missing, and I went along with your madness. What else do you want? Take Jiang Xuejuan with you to court death?" The fatty pointed straight at the tip of his nose with bulging, angry eyes, then turned his head away, unwilling to look at the others any longer. He knew his expression must be utterly repulsive right now.

The family cradled the steamed buns, feeling as if they had arrived in heaven. They could hardly believe they would receive such treatment, left with nothing to do but nod repeatedly and傻笑 (laugh foolishly).

Of course, we were just teasing each other. But as for what Old Ma said, it made me shudder just hearing it—a heartthrob? I think it should be called a "universal repeller" instead.

The gist of it was that his name was Li Ming. When asked why he wasn't going to school, he replied that his family had no money, so they could only afford to let his younger siblings attend.

The fifth match took place in Jiangle County, which was Wang Hou's battle against his most formidable opponent—an old Taoist nun. The nun's "Hatred-Parting Acupoint-Sealing Hand" was vicious and bizarre in style; her finger Qi actually wriggled like a snake, locking relentlessly onto his Tanzhong acupoint and dynamically adjusting its twists according to his movements.

Chusheng couldn't bear such a cold war and was the first to relent, indicating that she would accept the child.

The sickle jerked upward fiercely, tracing a graceful arc in the air around his body, effortlessly cleaving open space before slashing toward the ground.

Lü Siyin's expression was ferocious, his gaze flashing with blazing flames of hatred, and his iron fist, wreathed in violent gale-force energy, struck toward Yang Ren's chest.