Chapter 109: Little Cicada and the Class President Joined the 901 Activity Group Chat

Going to bed early or late made little difference to Chen Shian.

Even on the first morning of his holiday, he still rose at five.

After making a circuit around the neighborhood, he had intended to go home and cook some noodles, but at the intersection he suddenly turned and ran toward Wen Zhixia’s house.

He had drunk so much soy milk from Little Cicada, yet had never tasted her steamed buns.

He ate noodles every day. Today, he would try something different.

At six in the morning, Joyful Steam Bun Shop was already open.

The earth trembled. The attacks of more than ten Sea-Filling Realm cultivators struck all at once, blasting a huge hole through the City Lord’s residence.

Because her face was buried in her arms, Zhu Youning could not see it clearly and therefore could not tell whether she was Zhu You’an.

Song Xian ignored Lin Lan’s explanation, put on his shoes, and walked straight out. Lin Lan had not expected him to become so agitated. Afraid that something might happen to him, she wanted to follow, but a phone call at that moment brought her to a halt.

Thus, the Bitter Realm had always endured pressure from the Demon Emperors of the four directions. Even now, it still stood unshaken—a testament to the terror of the Tathagata of White Bones.

A great Confucian once annotated and explained the term “Awakening of Insects” in this way: “Principle possesses both constancy and change. Yet there are changes that preserve constancy, and changes that give rise to further change. In living things, the sparrow becomes a clam, the eagle becomes a cuckoo—these are changes brought about by the seasonal qi, and thus are change within constancy.”

Inside the Office of Suppression, Granny Shen had finally decided to return to the world after years of seclusion. Yet the moment she lifted the straw mat and saw the corpse beneath it, she shook her head at Wang Yi and lowered the mat again. Wang Yi felt his heart sink, but since it was Granny Shen’s decision, he naturally could say nothing more.

At this rate, it was practically a private server. In any case, the private server Li Tian used to play on had leveled up at exactly this speed.

Before this, they had not noticed the shadow while watching the footage. After all, the dark silhouette overlapped with the black Volkswagen; at most, it would flash across the screen and vanish. Besides, no one could have guessed that the shadow might be connected to the murderer.

It was already 1998, and Stephen Jackson was about to turn twenty. As a rotation player, he very much hoped to match up against Jordan and prove himself.

I began to feel restless. Rising from the sofa, I walked over to the window and took a careful look outside.

The frightening thought that had flashed through his mind moments earlier was now expanding without limit. Though he was unwilling to believe it even unto death, he could no longer avoid facing the truth.

Even a behemoth like the Zhou Corporation was powerless against someone of this stature.

Once he found the half-reclining position exceedingly comfortable, he withdrew the Itch-B-Gone from Luo Yi’s nostril.

Luo Li saw that there was something unusual between them, but did not ask outright. She simply picked up the glass of water beside her and took a sip.

The thousand Demonfeather Guards who had volunteered to remain at the city gate instantly swept past the two men and rushed out, warily watching the five figures suspended in the sky.

With nothing else to do, he wandered aimlessly around the courtyard. Han Sijing had not slept at all for the past few days and had finally fallen into a deep sleep in her room.

Gu Man’er stared at the incoming messages, a heavy anger lodged in her chest. She read them over and over, cursing Shen Mo and blaming her useless assistant. A perfectly good plan had been ruined, and now she would have fewer chances to be alone with Li Anjin in the future.

The sound of the drums was devastating to the disciples of the Demonheart Palace. Everyone who heard it found their breathing thrown into disarray, making it difficult to summon the true essence within their bodies. Yet the eight hundred elite soldiers behind Zhang Heng were invigorated instead. As Zhang Heng’s body shot into the air, they followed his lead and charged up the mountain without their feet ever touching the ground.

Although the other high-ranking members of the Candy Sect had no idea what had happened, Tang Yun’s single sentence revealed the sect’s imposing spirit. The words may have been unpleasant, but they were immensely satisfying.

Su Fan held her in his arms, and little by little she grew calm again. Who was the person appearing in her dream? Perhaps only within that dream could she regard him as someone she could rely on, rather than as a loathsome man.