Chapter 34: The Assessment Concludes

Rapid footsteps sounded behind him. Di Qiu immediately made his judgment, took out his camera, photographed a withered leaf at his feet, and at the same time selected a Class C1 Strange Seal.

“Why is it you?”

A familiar male voice came from behind. Di Qiu knew who it was without even turning around.

He had actually been assigned to the same examination room as Sikong Lu. They had both completed the beginner’s tutorial, but the other man had come from S3 and was bound to be more experienced than those of them who had obediently remained at the academy listening to Fang Mingzhong—

She took the cup, raised her head, and drained it in one gulp. Yet apart from dust, there was nothing in the cup.

And so, a live boxing match unfolded right before me. As for me, I was essentially just a spectator, standing to one side and enjoying the spectacle.

Chen Cao stood on high ground. Although the branches were thickly tangled, he could still make out two people in camouflage moving forward in parallel not far away.

Feng Mingqiu picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was naturally inconvenient for him to answer Du Jiaqi’s call at that moment, so he cut it off without hesitation. By doing so, he was, of course, telling Du Jiaqi that he was unable to answer right now.

Wang Hui thought it over and decided that only this explanation made sense. All the others were untenable.

Could it be that his feelings for her were gradually fading, while his feelings for Nalan Rou had grown deep—profoundly deep?

“Control, baby. This isn’t home. How could anyone possibly be controlling anything here? You’re joking, right?” Wang Hui said with a laugh.

Chixi complained as she turned the clothes in her hands over and over. After all, it was her first time wearing this kind of outfit, and for a moment she found herself at a loss.

At the same time, she moved her body. With a mere sway, she somehow produced three sets of clothes from some hidden corner, one for each person, and put them on herself.

Only then did Prefect Shi’s guards come to their senses. One after another, they drew the sabers from their waists and assumed an air of facing a formidable enemy.

Xi Leshan frowned as he listened. Why did that voice sound so familiar? It seemed as though he had heard it somewhere just now. It was somewhat different, yet somehow also the same.

“It’s the braised pig intestines Third Sister-in-law made this afternoon.” Madam Chen smiled as she placed the braised intestines in her hand on the table.

If that were the case… At the thought of returning to the capital of Baekje and being revered by tens of thousands, he became so excited that he could hardly contain himself.

“It’s nothing. Go down. Get some medicine from the palace physician and charge it to the public account.” Yinzhen patted Nian Shilan in his arms and spoke to Songzhi.

Manila police had set up a blockade at the entrances and exits of the villa district. Just then, a strange noise came from the sky. As the officers looked up, the cars stopped in the middle of the road exploded. Amid the spreading flames, two police cars leaped into the air from where they stood.

After sending Old Third Lou away, Li Ke made up his mind to tell Li Er that evening that he wanted to leave the palace and take a stroll the next day. It would be even better if he could spend the night outside the palace; that would make things more convenient.

How strange. Her period was five or six days late, and she had not had much of an appetite, yet today she suddenly felt like eating a few grapes when she saw them.

Shouts came from the entrance. His drinking had been interrupted, and Wu Zhen’s brows furrowed. Already somewhat drunk, his anger flared up in an instant. He glared viciously at the clerk and was just about to hurl the wine jug in his hand at him and launch into a furious tirade.

The moment you stick out your backside, I know what kind of donkey droppings you’re going to pass. Aren’t you going to tell me the truth?

Imperial Physician Bai shook his head. “I don’t even know what kind of poison this is. How am I supposed to cure him? If I use the wrong medicine, he’ll be meeting the King of Hell immediately.” He specialized in difficult and unusual illnesses; he did not know how to counter poison.

At that moment, an elderly man who appeared to be in his fifties or sixties stood studying a map in his hands with meticulous attention. He wore a golden-threaded cloak and had grown three long wisps of beard.

In the Ming Dynasty, servants were the private property of their masters and had no human rights. Even if one was beaten to death, the master would not be held accountable. At most, he would have to compensate the victim’s family with some money.

Xiong Hao felt as though he had discovered some enormous secret. He could not concentrate at all and sat beside the old man in a daze. Unintentionally, he once again remained in contact with him for more than a minute, and the dialogue box appeared again.