Chapter 34: The Confident Yu Xiaogang

Tang Niannian lay on a chair in the garden, a round fan in her hand, which she waved with leisurely grace; she herself looked just as idle.

"I plan to invest in an academy, just spending a little pocket money."

"An academy? What kind of academy?" Xue Qinghe paused in the act of watering the flowers, looking at Tang Niannian with curiosity.

A gentle breeze wafted by, causing Tang Niannian’s long hair to dance in the air. The trees and shrubs in the back garden of the Crown Prince’s residence were exceptionally lush, with towering canopies that blocked out the sky, providing shade in the heat.

Furthermore, they could both sense that the area where the fissure lay was almost completely hollowed out; if they were to set foot upon it even slightly, they would undoubtedly fall right through.

Given the current strength of humanity, they were at a complete disadvantage, lacking the power to even put up a fight.

The fireball in the air turned black. Ymir flew to dodge it, but the fireball continued to track him. Ymir used his staff to deflect the projectile time and again, and seizing a brief opportunity, he pressed the key against his heart. He glanced at Richard, who still showed no desire to help, and Ymir gritted his teeth.

Ye Zhixing rarely wore makeup, but due to the special occasion today, the makeup artist was working on her, unable to help but sigh in admiration as she applied it.

Murong Shun had originally thought that the matter was settled, but things did not turn out as he had imagined. The other party had no intention of letting him off so easily, so with a wave of his hand, more men stepped forward.

The early morning at Hearthfort was quiet, with not a single pedestrian in sight. Forden rode his own horse down the main street, and only Alton was waiting for him at the city gate.

But... she was quite attractive, yet Zhan Junyu either couldn't be bothered to look at her, treating her like air, or when he did look at her out of courtesy, his gaze was as sharp and even as disdainful as ever. He was the same even when looking at her self-righteous sister.

Chen Bo couldn't help but look up in surprise toward mid-air, where those petals were gradually appearing and coalescing, already beginning to take shape.

The slightly weaker Meluke, along with the exhausted Daphne, couldn't help but let out sounds of extreme distress under that pressure.

As Chen Bo continued to let his mind wander, he was caught off guard by a burst of oppressive, gloomy singing that suddenly resounded in his ears.

After circling the room, Sun Yifan spotted the water glass on the table, though this time he did not pick one up so casually.

Luo Ange kept wiping away my tears, but they simply wouldn't stop coming. His own tears began to flow as well, and as I tried to wipe them away, I collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably once again.

These words clearly carried an underlying meaning, and those under Hui Ji’s command all fell into deep thought upon hearing them.

At this moment, I moved too, but this time it wasn't to dodge; instead, I lunged toward it. I watched as its massive body threw itself at me, completely disproportionate to my own.

With his current status, if he were to return to Pucheng one day, he would surely make the members of his family look at him with new eyes.

Lei Zhiyi was wearing a royal blue evening gown today, her hair piled up like a princess. Even though we were enemies, I had to admit she was a natural-born beauty.

Damn it, was there any need to be this discouraging? On the sidelines, Gao Badou felt like finding a block of tofu to bash his head against, or better yet, finding a noodle to hang himself with. He had always felt his martial arts skills were quite decent, but before he could even display them, he had been knocked off the ring.

No wonder Lin Hui had repeatedly warned her not to set her sights on Mu Yingchen; they were, after all, half-siblings sharing the same father.

"It's nothing." Yin Junyu smiled. "It's just that he asked me yesterday what your name was, and I found it a bit strange." Having said this, he turned back around, leaving Ling Xiquan and Lu Xining to exchange glances.

Tong Shuang pointed at Lizhu and laughed, scolding, "You really are thick-skinned." As she spoke, she fished out some small change and handed it to the old maid as a tip.

There was no need to taste them; as soon as they sniffed the herbs, several old experts frowned. They wouldn't call them good, nor would they label them fake, but they stared at the herb slices in their hands, trembling.