Chapter 134: Wouldn't You Like to Come Over to My Place?

Chen Shi'an left the classroom clutching the books Wen Zhixia had lent him.

Like in Class Five, the students in the first row of every other class had moved their desks out into the corridor, turning the once-spacious hallway into a cramped, chaotic space. The passageway was piled high with books, and students from every classroom bustled back and forth, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of the frantic deep-cleaning that precedes the Lunar New Year. Perhaps because the holidays awaited them once exams were over, there was little sign of tension or pressure on anyone's face; instead, there was a lively, festive buzz.

After speaking, the two of them suddenly lost control and burst into laughter.

The malice in An Xiaoxiao’s heart surged even higher. The radiant smile on her lips was just a hair’s breadth away from breaking through, but she fought with all her might to suppress it.

The play on stage depicted the famous story of Cao Cao taking the Emperor hostage to command the feudal lords. Since this was an alternate dynasty, such a thing as the *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* did not exist here. She had written the play herself and hired a troupe to perform it, though she had added a line claiming the author was Luo Guanzhong.

Amidst this intense collision and undulating motion, the three layers of fire, ice, and water miraculously merged, growing into a strange, three-colored flower.

Watching the two of them draw closer and closer at times, Fuji Shusuke felt distinctly displeased.

"Thanks, I'd rather just drink." Ming An glanced at the only plate of vegetables she had pushed toward him, showing not a hint of gratitude.

After all, it wasn't just the company belonging to Xue Chi’s family that did voice acting in the upper city. For instance, the companies owned by her sister-in-law and her sister-in-law’s best friend also recruited voice actors every year; these were all within the scope of her considerations.

He hurried upstairs, unlocked the door, and threw himself onto the bed, burying his head under the covers and gasping for air.

The fox gave Su Mubai a great fright before hopping away, but when it returned, Su Mubai found a ration bar and a bottle of mineral water in her arms.

Dong Ling smiled and replied, "Alright, then I’ll thank the Third Young Master Ye in advance. If there’s a need in the future, we shall speak again!" With that, she took Mu Xiang and left.

Each of the Seven Sons of Mount Longhu was an absolute elite, groomed specifically as talent for future eldership.

After the Holy King struck down the avatar of the Holy King, he knelt down respectfully before Ling Xiao.

Fu Lei noticed her anxiety, offered a few words of comfort, and called Peng Zhang over, instructing him to keep an eye on the newcomer, Ren Xinlu.

However, no matter how they regulated things, it only applied to ordinary conflicts. If someone with ill intent colluded, they could always bypass the director’s department.

"I never would have guessed, Uncle Gui, that you had so many tricks up your sleeve! Very well, let’s leave him to suffer in the position of lieutenant colonel for a while longer!" said Li Hongwu.

Just then, the Heaven-Turning Seal in the distance began to tremble. An ancient, heavy aura radiated outward, and waves of holy might permeated the air, carrying fluctuations that shook the very heavens and earth, instantly erupting in ten thousand rays of light.

Placing the wounded on warhorses, Xiao Mo and his group immediately turned into herdsmen, driving the cattle, sheep, and horses back toward Xiao Village. As they passed Western Stockade, they left behind twenty of the most loyal herdsmen and all the sheep. As for the cattle and horses, Xiao Mo brought them all back to Xiao Village. The cattle could replace human labor for plowing and transport, while the horses would be used to equip the cavalry.

Of course, they had no idea what the price levels were like in the restaurants of the Miaodu, nor did they know if the money in Jin Chuchu’s hands was worth anything at all.

Du Feng was not the least bit polite. After dodging, he drew the Soaring Dragon Sword and slashed backward without even glancing behind him. Anyone daring to ambush him deserved to die; there was no need to see who it was—he could just kill them first and find out later.

At Sun Ze’s signal, the remaining twelve blood slaves launched an attack in unison. His Thirteen Blood Array must not be broken. If one of them were taken out early by this formidable Zerg powerhouse, they would have absolutely no hope of survival.