Chapter 143: Where Is Mine?

Xia Ling didn’t even lift her head; she simply said, “Welcome,” and returned to her game. “Sister Ling’er, you’re playing Angela, right?” “Mm.” “Use the skill!” “Sister Ling’er, run quickly!”...

The terrain was extremely steep, and beyond lay vast stretches of forest, showing almost no signs of any activity.

“Talking won’t help. What matters most is whether we can win the competition,” Li Yuanjun muttered, a twitch at the corner of his mouth as he squeezed the words through his clenched teeth.

Fortunately, when she went out to work, she encountered people from the Ni family, who gave her monthly payments far exceeding the agreed wages. Coupled with her frugality, she almost sent every penny she earned back home.

In a short moment, a dazzling scene of blooming flowers appeared within the lamp, followed by the mingling scents of wine and blossoms wafting through the air.

Mo Yin pondered for a long while, feeling somewhat disheartened. Gazing at the chaotic traces of fighting scattered throughout the room, she sighed deeply and sank into the tiger-skin chair.

She had never anticipated such an outcome; in fact, she hadn’t even considered it possible. Completely at a loss, she could only seek help from the security guard.

This sparked a thought in Wang Quan’s mind: Could the emperor be deliberately avoiding him? With this in mind, Wang Quan decided to wait outside the Qianqing Palace.

As expected by a certain prestigious university, the incident spread online that very night, and the university’s forum was soon bombarded with posts.

Everyone else withdrew, leaving only Huo Yingjie standing stiffly by his side like a wooden statue. The prison cell returned to silence.

The world’s people were all pawns; she was the chessboard upon which the battles raged. Such upheaval was all within her expectations.

At the very least, he should have devised a method—one that could detonate the bomb without needing to control his entire body.

Those beggars who found the silver notes immediately knelt and kowtowed to the ragged man who had tossed them the money. But when they looked up, the man who had thrown the notes was already striding away, leaving only a fading silhouette that vanished into the wind.

Sometimes, he experienced hallucinations so vivid that he couldn’t discern which world he truly lived in.

Chu Huai knew that someone as shrewd as Xia Yuan could not have been oblivious. Yet because he cared deeply about Wen Nan’s feelings, he long refused to confront the matter.

Upon seeing Mu Hanchen carrying Bo Huan inside, Mu Bao immediately rushed over, trailing closely behind with a worried expression.

After some aimless fumbling, they finally discovered a faintly protruding spot in the crevice where the stairway met the wall. It blended almost seamlessly with the stone, easily missed without careful inspection.

Chu Huai did not leave immediately but instead squatted by the stone wall next to the door, listening intently to the sounds within the stone chamber.

If her years were to unfold, they would likely resemble a Ferris wheel as vast as the Earth itself, slowly turning behind her.

Someone couldn’t help but exclaim in awe: the land and spiritual energy here were insufficient to support a Nascent Soul stage duel. Were they to fight seriously, the entire Yi Kingdom could be reduced to ruins.

The glowing support signs in every color waved in unison, forming a dazzling sea of light that ignited the atmosphere inside the arena.

“Isn’t this exactly the trick you yourself used, sir?” He Yaodong muttered disdainfully.

Though holding a ruler, it was merely part of Lin Qi’s teacher persona, merely imitated. The ruler served no real purpose. He had already made it clear: all lessons would be taught once only. Listen or don’t; if discipline faltered, lessons would cease immediately.