Chapter 122: Before Filming Wraps, I Still Don’t Want to Part Ways with Professor Du

After saying these words, he tried to pull his collar back from Lu Yu’s grasp, but before he could move, Lu Yu, eyes bloodshot, struck him down with a punch. What followed was a panic-stricken crowd pulling them apart, and someone quickly informed the homeroom teacher of the situation.

At that moment, Master Lu Qi was deeply shaken; he never expected Liang Xiao to have trapped him in such a snare. What was he truly after?

“Benefactor, have you discovered something?” Lian’er, standing beside him, was more perceptive than the old woman. He was the first to sense Yun Xiao’s inner turmoil.

He knew that behind that camera sat Tao Yi and his men.

After leaving the Yan family estate, Wen Qu did not return to his own home next door but paused to think for a moment. Then he had another driver fetch some items before heading to Wang Yan’s residence.

When Lü Ji passed away, I wept for three days without ceasing; even the last person willing to act as a parent to us siblings was gone. What meaning did life still hold?

The electric eel, crackling with lightning, surged straight up from its lair. Perhaps it had appeared here once more, this time seeming somewhat delighted as it circled continuously in the air.

Before Shu Hua, a colossal blood-red lotus blossomed. Yet this lotus bore no difference from those seen in life except for its gruesome hue. Its attack power read zero, level showed LV1.

The old man sighed softly. To him, Liang Xiao’s response seemed too conventional. Beyond his sigh and lament, there was nothing he could do.

“The scariest part is that none of us can gauge his true strength, because it’s beyond our capacity to comprehend!” the lively young man shrugged and said.

Liang Meng, still groggy, went to open the door. Upon seeing the visitor, she was instantly terrified and took several steps back.

Lin Feng narrowly dodged the raining swords, silently calculating. Seven days wasn’t long, but it was enough to solve the immediate crisis.

Xu Yiming tried to dissolve the force with his own spiritual energy, but it was to no avail; instead, his energy was absorbed, only strengthening the power.

Often, because Liang Meng was unconscious, he would boldly hold her, or speak of things he never dared reveal to her before.

Fang Lihua was extremely agitated, firmly insisting that Su Qing’s condition was all because of Xiao Zhuo’s anger.

So with nothing else to do, I took Liansheng and we made some common paper crafts together as stock to keep in the shop.

Though I didn’t recognize the man, seeing him appear made me furrow my brows involuntarily.

She yawned, nestled against He Bai, nuzzling him before wanting to sleep a little longer. Next door, after lying awake for over ten minutes, unable to sleep, she resigned herself to staring blankly at his collarbone, subtly revealed as he slept.

The external demon was shocked upon seeing this, but before he could react, the flaming dragon engulfed him completely.

After several exchanges, Ye Wu retreated a short distance, unable to discern the nature of her opponent’s power. Why did a man in baggy shorts emit pink aura during the fight?

“Ghost Emperor, so there really is a Ten Yama King in the Wind Valley. Looks like what the City King said is mostly true,” Wu Songxu remarked.

Yun’er knew it was inappropriate to speak now, but she feared if she didn’t say it, the chance would be lost forever.

Meanwhile, Mo Jin’s evolution progressed swiftly. As the Death-Stealing Demon Blade ceased releasing its power, she nearly immediately opened her eyes.

Over the years of fleet drills, the Imperial Navy had developed a set of related attack tactics.

Ming returned to the bedroom and glanced at the demon cat. It had its eyes closed, mouth slightly open with the Enlightenment Pill inside, drooling in a puddle. Whether it was truly absorbing insight, no one knew.

“Dare to bully my sister? You’re asking for death,” Ye You declared, gripping a silver greatsword, eyes blazing with murder as she approached the fallen man step by step.

In a world where technology thrives, all the more so in the great Tianxuan world where martial arts flourish. If the Northern Xuan Sword Sect continues as it is, one day it will vanish from the river of martial history without a trace.

Wu Songxu dodged the steel arrows and paced back and forth on the coffin platform, suddenly sensing something amiss.

In response, the Imperial Navy adjusted by deploying long-range fighters for patrol missions, pairing two fighters per patrol squadron. Even if these fighters underperformed compared to carrier-based ones, they still had ample time to send alerts.

Moreover, from the Kingdom of Roli, Tripoli was closer to reach, while Benghazi lay farther.

Just two days ago, Hu Likai summoned him to the office. After a lot of empty talk, he finally revealed that superiors had other plans for his work and would contact him after upcoming evaluations.

Soon after, Liu Erlong wearily entered the palace. She had been assisting Tang Ya in managing the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus family’s disciples these past days.

Though these alien scholars were indeed powerful, perhaps the assimilation brainwashing had been too intense at first. Now, Macado and his students often gave Gu Fan the impression of minds missing a vital string.

If old village chief Jack witnessed this scene, he might doubt his eyesight due to age.

“I know you have a hand injury, and I admire your perseverance and worry about your wound. But whether it’s a friendly match or an official arena, I will fight with all my might and leave nothing behind,” Sun Zheping said sincerely to Song Qiying as they chatted, looking earnestly through his glasses.