Thirty-five thousand thirty-five

Li Jiayu was strolling through the mall with Fang Qin and Li Tie, waiting for the time to go have hot pot.

Gu Xiaoyun’s words made it impossible for him to continue deceiving himself. Rex was no fool; if he had tolerated him all this time, it was likely only because there were few others who could take over the chip experiment.

She had expected praise, but after waiting for a long time, all she saw was her husband’s face growing increasingly gloomy.

"You would have found out sooner or later anyway, there’s no rush," Ye Jingheng said, turning his face slightly away and pretending not to care. He thought this would hide his embarrassment, unaware that the reddening of his neck betrayed his true emotions.

Yin Wansheng began to explain the necessary precautions for extracting the Gu poison to Jiang Yunqing, including the potential dangers and complications that might arise.

Han Jiao bit her lip, trembling with rage. She cast a pleading look toward Major General Feng, who had been standing by as a bystander, but the latter showed no intention of helping her out of the situation.

Zhang Jialiang could only analyze it this way. He took out a cigarette, lit it, inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled, a hint of a smile appearing on his face.

Black laughed out loud. Harry raised his left hand and punched Black in the face, knocking him into the dust, where he coughed and spat out blood.

"That’s because the selection mechanism of the Wizengamot itself is flawed!" Hermione stood up halfway, bracing her hands on the table, and let out an angry, low roar.

She gave him a sharp, brilliant smile. Seeing this, Shen Yunche happily embraced her, but Su Miaojing simply stood there, letting him hold her without reciprocating or speaking.

Professor McGonagall placed a four-legged stool gently in front of the first-year students and set an old, dirty, pointed wizard’s hat upon it.

"Rock, paper, scissors... weren't we discussing the Triwizard Tournament?" Ronya was even more confused.

Furthermore, she was now caught between Mine Shiori and Miyazawa Maki, even though she had known Mine Shiori longer and the latter had helped her with her studies.

The old doctor shook his head. "Do not worry, young master. Your wife is truly fine, though you certainly need to have your arm bandaged properly!" He pointed to his arm.

"Hey, hey, where are you going?" Seeing her rush out of the room in a panic, Xuan Ji scrambled to his feet and chased after her.

Fu Zuqin had his back to her. Lu Jiyan could not see his expression, but from the way he slumped on the sofa and his heavy breathing, she could vaguely guess what had happened.

However, she did not know that while examining one of the patients, Wen Zhixun had already climbed out the window and left.

Yuan Shao’s army arrived to receive them, both sides arraying their forces. Shen Pei deployed ten thousand crossbowmen to ambush on the flanks and five thousand archers to hide behind the gate flags, all waiting for the signal of the cannons. When the three drum rolls concluded, Yuan Shao, clad in a golden helmet and armor with a brocade robe and jade belt, sat upon his horse before the formation.

Hearing this, Ying Yuluo was on the verge of madness. She could not fathom what the Emperor of Petersburg was thinking or how he could possibly perceive that she was the one who could cook the dishes.

Su Jiu nodded steadily and said, "That puts my mind at ease. I won't delay you any further; you should be on your way." Li Yu nodded, then took her students and Luo Yi’s group and departed.

Lia held the lightsaber Monica had left behind, unable to put it down. A sweet smile appeared on her face, causing both Unqi and Farooq to stare blankly.

Instantly suppressing all distracting thoughts of contempt, he centered his energy in his lower abdomen, assumed a bow stance, and unleashed a punch directly at Dugu Cheng’s chest.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Yi Le wanted to pull back the left foot he had stepped into the bathroom, but his eyes betrayed him.

Yan Kuang opened his mouth to speak, but Su Jiu waved his hand. "If you feel something is wrong, go find your City Lord; don't come to me. This matter has nothing to do with me anymore." With that, Su Jiu turned and left.

"That's right, older brother. We brothers have the heart to join the Former General, but if we could perform a meritorious deed now, it would be excellent. Why not assign us some tasks?" Luo Cheng and Qin Qiong also asked.

Li Er read Zhang Baoxiang’s memorial but did not immediately summon his ministers. The Grand Court Assembly was tomorrow, so it would be the perfect time to discuss this matter then.

The leader of the assassins smiled in disdain. Did the opponent think he could evade his attack this way? It was nothing but wishful thinking.

A short, stout man with a sinister glint in his eyes opened his mouth and laughed deviously at the person beside him.

However, the team's assault required plate armor, so Zhao Dingguo naturally didn't sell it, but instead threw it to Old Li at the original price of 700 victory points.

After ordering a few drinks, the three sat in the tavern, and Zhao Dingguo took the opportunity to ask about Li Feng's purpose. Ordinary Super God users would not easily come to the Endless Sea unless they had a special mission. Zhao Dingguo suspected that Li Feng might also be here for the Sea Giant Temple.

Ding Yilin, who was in a fit of rage, had only spoken out of frustration, but the music director took her at her word and told her to get out immediately.

Bai Xue and Xu Ying did not participate in today's operation. Xue'er had to go to work; now that she had just become a general manager, she could not be late or ask for leave often. Gao Yuan dropped her off downstairs and left; he had other matters to attend to. Of course, Gao Yuan rarely told Bai Xue what he was doing, and Xue'er usually didn't ask.

As for his previous promise, Black Bird had not gone back on his word. He said a few words of encouragement and handed Zhao Dingguo a folded piece of parchment.

Yin Suo had just narrowly escaped death on the battlefield, his body reeking of the acrid scent of war. His handsome face was covered in blood, and his fierce eyes were like those of a man-eating wolf.

Without wearing a thick life jacket, he stood on the edge of the rocks, wearing only a white T-shirt, his toes resting on the precipice.