Chapter 51: Mingde Junior High School Dormitory Building

As soon as Li Fang finished speaking, she turned and walked straight out of the Li family's courtyard gate! The villagers gathered around to watch the excitement automatically parted to make a way for her without any prior coordination.

If Li Tianze could command an incomparable and ultra-high level of popularity simply by relying on Hollywood, how much more so for Locke? The moment Locke made his appearance, earth-shattering cheers instantly erupted from the scene.

After the Head of the Wang family calmed down, he stopped making a fuss and got straight to the point again, bringing up the matter of the duel: "Since my son failed, it is naturally time for your son to step up."

Therefore, Zhou Chi had recently been organizing his abilities, dredging up the ones he frequently used and those he had learned but never had the chance to use, familiarizing himself with them once more.

"I refuse to accept this... I refuse to accept this! Li Luoxuan is merely an orphan, how—by what right—is he able to become a wasteland wanderer and the God of War who commands nature? I just can't stand seeing him swaggering around in front of us like this," Ming Xiangyuan said with a face full of resentment.

Ye Yaoke felt like vomiting just listening to them; she had actually thought they were going to put on a live-action adult show right here in the courtyard. Fortunately, they pulled back just in time, sparing Ye Yaoke's ears from further contamination.

At this thought, she abruptly reined in her emotions, walked straight over to the table where Leng Lingye and the others were sitting, poured a cup of tea, and drank it all down in one gulp.

Under normal circumstances, breaking through this array would be extremely difficult because the gap was guarded by numerous terrifying attacks. However, the terrifying sword radiance they had just unleashed consumed an immense amount of energy, making it temporarily impossible to muster a second attack to reinforce it. This was what gave Mu Chen the opportunity to break through.

"That bastard has occupied my treehouse, get out here right now!" Luo Tianchen dropped down beside his own treehouse and spoke unceremoniously without holding back.

Feeling the tightening grip around his waist, He Tingyu felt his heart melt as if gently brushed by a feather, growing even softer.

Even with amnesia, whenever this Xuanyuan Chen uttered sweet nothings, it was enough to make one's heart blossom with joy.

"I brought my ID," Luo Xue said as she pulled out her identification card and handed it to Shen Shilan. Her movements were crisp and decisive, clearly showing she was not being suspected of her age for the first time.

When he saw that the incoming call was from Zheng Riyang, he hesitated for a moment over whether to answer it or not. Cai Feng, who had taken over Li Zhiming's shift, noticed and—having nothing better to do—told Zhang Jiuchang to take the call.

In a concise and succinct manner, while subtly conveying the tone of "I am in a very bad mood right now and really want to tear something apart," Cheng Cheng's interrogation was met with a swift reply.

Martin remained silent, keeping his eyes tightly closed. After so many days of his son repeatedly nagging him to sell the estate, he felt utterly exhausted in both body and mind and no longer wished to argue excessively with Bilbo.

Perhaps in Chen Tu's eyes, he and I had completely reconciled, yet my heart remained as unsettled as if crushed beneath a massive boulder.

Mu Siyin wore an expression of disgust as she wrenched away the large hand He Tingyu had draped over her shoulder, pushing this fake He Tingyu far away.

Su Tao had been waiting for Yan Wujin's response. It was only when Yuan Lan took the initiative to call him back and relay Yan Wujin's intentions that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Sheng appeared wearing a military-green mercenary outfit. His skin was much darker, his back ramrod straight, and a few scars now marred his face, making him almost unrecognizable unless one looked closely.

Young Master Yan showed no trace of surprise; the smile at the corner of his lips simply grew broader, as if he already knew why the other had come, and quietly waited for him to speak.

"You two go ahead and sit for a moment, Third Master will be right down," the old man rasped in a hoarse voice. With that, he shuffled away, moving two steps at a time at a sluggish pace.

"The two of us are going too." You Maoxiang tugged at Fairy Xueye and dashed to the front as well. She was also trying hard to suppress her laughter; watching Sword Immortal make a fool of himself was a rare sight indeed. To laugh at him right now might lead to unpredictable consequences—it could be quite dangerous.

However, the moment Fu Yunxi closed her eyes, she plunged back into a dreamscape once again. This time was different: she found herself entirely alone in a vast, open meadow, surrounded on all sides by ghost-faced monkeys. They glared at her with predatory eyes, though none of them made a rash move.

"Ya ya ya ya... Spare my son... Pay with your life!" Having grown in size, the Black Dragon Demon King was now a good two feet taller than before. The bone spurs on his two arms were as sharp as refined steel, and most importantly, the dark miasma swirling around his body crackled and hissed like chemical gas.

Zhang Lan sliced the watermelon, arranged the pieces on a plate, and carried it over to the coffee table in front of Qingming before going to take a bath.

"Princess, this truly is an opportunity. When Shushan dispatched forces to search for the Demon-Illuminating Mirror, two-thirds of their strength left the mountain. Right now, the only difficult person to deal with on the mountain is the Sect Master, and he is bogged down dealing with the offensive from the demon realm!" Xuan Qing said in a low voice.

The pain—it hurt so much that she had to exhaust her very last ounce of strength, preferring to damage this mortal shell rather than harm her true form.

Preoccupied with the issue of looking aged, Zhang Lan paid exceptionally close attention to her skincare routine during this period, hoping to restore her appearance to its former pure and radiant state. At the same time, she planned to visit Liling again and ask her face-to-face: exactly how did she look aged?

Gong Ren thought to himself that the vigilance around here seemed rather high after all. That soup spoon handle was clearly a signal; wherever the spoon handle pointed, danger would lurk. He hadn't expected underworld gang tactics to be applied here—it was truly showing off one's slight skill before an expert, or selling elementary primers to Confucius.

" Alas! Several years ago, your Senior Sister and the others fell victim to a dark scheme. By the time I rushed over, it was already too late, and your Senior Sister's home had been destroyed."

The guards of the Dali Imperial City were not as strictly enforced as those of Liang, and since Duan Chong was an imperial prince, no one dared to stop him. He gently pushed open the half-open courtyard gate of Duan Zhuang's residence; the courtyard was empty. Duan Chong knew his brother's temper—no one was ever allowed to enter the courtyard where he practiced swordsmanship.

Felix blocked Reina's path. Seeing the young man looking so resolute and not joking in the least, Reina could only let out a sigh.

Pushing open the doors of the basketball gymnasium, one found the expansive court strewn with scattered basketballs and various jerseys, with a few pieces of luggage sitting near the entrance.

Su'er rubbed her aching arms and hung up the final piece of clothing. Although Su'er held a high position within the palace and washing clothes was naturally the duty of other servants, she always preferred to wash her intimate garments herself for peace of mind.