Chapter 51: She Didn't Mean It That Way

Zhu Fang noticed that Song Mingrui's expression was somewhat displeased, but recalling how pleasantly he had been chatting with Shi Manli just moments before, her suspended heart suddenly settled back into place. After all, this was a massive auditorium with so many people present; what possible impact could a child's words have?

Li Hanqing looked at his wife, who still had her chin raised and lips pouting, feeling as though his mind were about to explode.
"Old Song, I am truly sorry. What Yangyang just said was a misunderstanding, it wasn't like that at all, really."
"Then tell me—"

Before the assistant could finish his report, the dean slammed his hand down hard on the table, frightening the director of academic affairs—who was just outside, raising his hand to knock—into halting his steps and quietly slipping away.

A-Sheng arrived at Zhanfeng and browsed back and forth through the junior battle token platform several times, yet still could not find a suitable token.

"However, that malevolent Qi is a power even more formidable than the primordial energy of heaven and earth. If utilized properly, it will grant you incomparably great strength," Lu Zhenting said in a deep voice.

Once he reached Tianzhou, he would find a way to build his own faction; only then would the safety of Tianyin and the others have some guarantee.

At this moment, Shangguan Xiong's eyes were already flushed with excitement. If he could become closely acquainted with Ye Mu, he could completely have Ye Mu act as his helper during the assessment competition.

Ceding further interaction with his opponent, Meng Yang rubbed his reddened knuckles, flicked his figure in a flash to deftly evade the adversary, and floated lightly downstairs.

Of course, the most crucial point was that Murong Jie was merely an imperial prince without any deep foundation, and furthermore, he had been the one to bluster arrogantly and mock Gu You first.

"Does that mean the God race are all stronger than us cultivators?" Ye Qian asked, voicing the question held within her heart.

If it were the older brother of his youth, Qin Yue believed that Qin Tian would have felt even more heartache than he did. But the Qin Tian of today was so cold and merciless that Qin Yue sometimes wished he had been possessed by another soul; forget about words like that, even a real blade might not be able to cause him a single pang of pain.

Cui Mudan leaned forward, her scarlet lips only a foot away from the tip of my nose, and the scent of her French perfume rushed straight into my nostrils.

Having already traveled for three days, it was too late to turn back for equipment. This meant that any precious herbs found further ahead would mostly be harvested by her.

Stepping into the right-hand tunnel, a gust of chilly wind suddenly rushed up, carrying an earthy stench mixed with the smell of decay that made one's stomach churn with nausea.

Su Dayong appeared slightly more composed than Zhang Ahua. He pointed a trembling finger at Su Ruo, watching the eerie smile on her face, even though half his heart had already turned cold.

A flash of anxiety crossed Wang San's eyes. He could not speak, and his skills were being suppressed—the Fear of Affection required explicitly designating a favored target.

Her level appeared low, yet her combat prowess was exceptionally fierce, making it impossible to regard her as an ordinary person. Moreover, Fang Shaonan spoke very little and seemed exceptionally cold. Although she treated him like a brother, there was always a faint sense of distance.

This violent method of cultivation was something only examinees could use, and even then, only when the attributes of the keyword effect remained continuously active.

Yiyi naturally did not want her to ruin her good mood, so she stepped aside to let her pass. But the next moment, she blocked Wu Yuan's path once more.

"You can give it a try; otherwise, wouldn't the Azure Water Spirit Bead go to waste?" Jun Mochen said casually, completely unconcerned about how unreasonable it was to have someone who had just learned water magic concoct a medicinal potion.

Most of the Gryffindors chose to leave the Great Hall after witnessing this scene, retreating to the common room to lick their wounds.

"I used to have a... good friend," Xia Peizhi said with a smile, though the smile carried a hint of bitterness. He stepped closer to Zhou Ranran, then grasped her wrist and pulled her toward the sofa.

In other words, in just a single night, she had earned 640,000 US dollars. Converted into her country's currency, that was over 4 million, far more than all her earnings combined over the past few years.

Having suffered through endless hardships at the Fan family and utterly unwilling to face the good-for-nothing second young master Fan, Lu Yuchang's eyes lit up the moment she heard Mrs. Shen's words, and she hurriedly nodded in eager agreement.