77 The Endless Journey of Learning (14)

“Hahaha, now that’s something new—am I truly a tyrant like Jie or Zhou? I’d love to hear exactly how I became such a tyrant,” Li Lu was nearly laughing from exasperation.

Sophie was amused as well, and the taxi driver burst into hearty laughter. He’d assumed Sophie couldn’t understand, but to his surprise, she turned out to be quite the expert herself.

Yet the commotion grew louder and louder, and at last, he realized the sound was coming from underground. He hurriedly lay flat, pressing his ear to the ground, and could distinctly make out the noises of digging and people talking beneath the earth. It dawned on him: the British were tunneling.

I noticed a slant of sunlight creeping in from outside. I sprang to my feet and ran upstairs. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was about seven thirty in the morning. I raised my hand and opened the door. Gu Panzi was still asleep, so I left her undisturbed.

“My lady, do you remember what I said this morning?” Gu Huaiyuan caught Mu Qinghuan’s restless hand.

Li Mu, however, ignored the woman and continued eating his banana. He had no intention of stooping to her level.

“Then you should also know the story of the second year of Emperor Xuan’s Shenjue reign, when the King of the Xiongnu’s Sun Tribe surrendered to the Han. Emperor Xuan ordered Zheng Ji to welcome him. From then on, both the northern and southern routes of the Tianshan Mountains belonged to the Han. Zheng Ji was made Cavalry Commandant and Protector-General of the Western Regions, overseeing both routes,” Changsun the Fatty said with a beaming smile.

The head of security stood right beside Su Chenmo, eyes glued to the surveillance screens. At the slightest sign of trouble, he would immediately alert his team to deal with any intruders.

If word got out, he could never again hold his head high at Allure Pharmaceuticals. He would become nothing more than fodder for gossip—a walking joke.

A series of muffled booms rang out from the black dragon, which let out a shrill, agonized scream as a torrent of wild energy surged from its body.

And before Li Yiqi and Mei Renyi could make sense of what was happening, the phoenix swooped down, grabbed them both in its beak, and whisked them out of the canyon.

Hearing Su Hui’s words, Zhan Bu’s forehead was marked by a line of exasperation. What did she mean by “stay behind and learn as an apprentice”? Wouldn’t that mess up the seniority? Did her father also have an interest in physiognomy?

But Director Feng didn’t see it that way. In his eyes, a geomancer like Zhan Bu was practically a god—nothing could be hidden from him. So Director Feng truly did head for the restroom.

Whenever heaven closes a door, it always opens a window. For her, Huo Jue was that window, the one who could help her overcome every obstacle.

As for defeating the monster, it was hardly worth mentioning anymore. Once, it might have been useful, but now that its master was gone, the creature was useless.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, Huo Jue’s eyes unexpectedly grew red. He had endured brutal werewolf training, survived hellish presidential selections, and faced death itself. A man of iron would never shed tears easily, yet now his nose tingled and his eyes stung.

As the opposing team discussed tactics, Huang Shang glanced at the audience and offered Zhao Jufei a “Death’s Smile.”

As Huang Shang spoke, his eyes wandered over her. At the palace banquet, Wang Lu’s low-cut dress had left an indelible impression on him.

At that moment, the white field mouse demon leapt onto a large water vat, panting heavily as though gathering strength, waiting for the right moment to strike at me again.

“Of course—it’s the last day. If we don’t go now, it’ll be too late,” Mu Yinyin nodded enthusiastically, her excitement for what was to come clear on her face.

To everyone’s surprise, though Yu Peier had spoken fiercely, when it came time to wield the knife, she lost her nerve.

“Go on. If you want to settle the score, come back whenever you like—but next time, I won’t spare you,” Tang Feng said to Guo Xingyan.

Xiao Yu’s words served as a fuse, igniting Hong Sheng’s temper. His rage threatened to burn Xiao Yu to ashes.

But out of caution, he needed to bluff, “Tell me exactly how you heard this information, everything you did before and after, every detail in perfect order—don’t leave out a single moment.”

Feng Chong’s two hundred razor bird puppets surged forward with the might of a thousand armies, a murderous aura rolling off them as they swept in.

The forest was so dark and tangled it seemed as if countless eyes watched from every angle, setting his nerves on edge.

Of the four members of the Chen family, only Chen Yun couldn’t drink. The other three poured out glass after glass to toast Xiao Yu in gratitude, making it impossible for him to refuse.

The bamboo ladder creaked and groaned under Wang Erlai’s feet, as though about to give way, but somehow, it held. For all his lazy, roguish ways, Wang Erlai was surprisingly agile and soon reached the crow’s nest in just a few moves.

The enhancement elixirs used by Yan Zining weren’t rare in the Yan family. Their ancestors had long since found ways to control the side effects, but they remained forbidden medicine. The reason was simple: fire poison could be managed, but never cured—it clung like a leech to bone.

No sooner thought than done—the priest joined the mother and child swords, swung the long blade with both hands, and brought it down on the stone wall bound by silken threads.

The filming was nearly at an end, and her opportunities to enjoy Cheng Zike’s “private lessons” were growing scarce. She had to cherish what little time remained.

Long Feixue frowned. Clearly, Chen Qianlan still harbored schemes, and her aim was nothing less than Long Feixue’s very life.

First, he visited the old general store to test out the farm tools, wishing he could smash them against the ground, so angry that the shopkeeper’s beard bristled and his eyes bulged.

At this moment, Long Feixue clenched her fists in secret. Prince Rui was willing to risk life and limb for her safety; from now on, she would fight by his side.

“Congratulations, Master! Felicitations, Master! Your power has greatly increased!” The disciples of Frost Hall flattered loudly, their shamelessness rivaling, if not surpassing, that of the disciples of Green Mountain Hall.

With this thought, Luo Hong directly asked the abbot why he wouldn’t let him change Xu Xian’s fate. But when he voiced his question, the abbot only shook his head.

Since entering the entertainment industry, she’d heard countless compliments about her alluring figure, but none of that mattered to her.

He hesitated, unsure whether to barge in and question Tony right away. But after a moment’s thought, he worried that if he exposed Tony too abruptly, Tony might become angry and refuse to answer him.