Chapter 85: The Hand Without Palm Lines

Because of the extra two and a half hours spent on the weekly Chinese language test, tonight’s evening self-study seemed to end particularly quickly. After the weekly test and one period of self-study, the bell signaling the end of evening study rang out. No wonder, when students reach their third year of high school, evening study hours need to be extended; although the weekly test is part of learning, it clearly eats into time for independent study. It was obvious: tonight, more students remained in the classroom, voluntarily staying behind to study a while longer.

Chen Shi'an was not among them.

When Yang Yifan was on Earth, he knew that magic crystals were an important ingredient in Piaoxuan cosmetics—having them could reverse aging. He had intended to go to Tianshan to slay magical beasts and obtain magic crystals, but he hadn’t expected that the Continent of the Battlefield also contained magic crystals.

“So, how is it?” Ye Lancheng held his phone, the corner of his brow lifting slightly, the laughter in his voice deepened. Listening to her voice at that moment, he felt his body wasn’t quite so uncomfortable.

Zhou Yu’s heart harbored not a moment’s hesitation; after days of preparations, he had already withdrawn security personnel. Flames arose in his hand, just as he had cast them countless times toward enemy troops.

Within the Fire Tai curse, Chu Fei finally ambled toward the stone platform, casually drew a red stick, glanced at it, paused in surprise, then the corner of his mouth curled with amusement.

“If I leave, I fear his father won’t be able to keep her.” It wasn’t that Wang Dachuan didn’t want to go, but that he simply couldn’t.

Wang Hao and his companions found themselves in a tunnel of dazzling colors, seemingly composed of radiant lights, resembling the flow of oil paint in water. “Hold onto the hands of those around you—don’t let go, or you might be transported elsewhere!” Luo Bing shouted.

Yang Yifan’s plan had finally succeeded. Wearing a smile, he arrived at the open-air stage; on the east side, he spotted Dong Xianling.

The Fu family has never been easy to deal with. Lian was surely reckless because she was so young.

But it didn’t matter; she would see it sooner or later. If she saw it now, perhaps she might feel embarrassed.

The assistant’s heart was uneasy. With the Ruan family backed solidly by the Fu family, no one should have dared to make a move. Yet now, not only had the young master been beaten, even the few remaining projects couldn’t be kept!

“That’s because my Momo is clever!” Shi Zichen’s words were open in their praise of Su Momo. In truth, he deliberately gave her simple tasks, wanting her to realize that handling company affairs was easier than being an editor—so she’d be more willing to work alongside him.

Suddenly, archers sprang from behind each tree, all unleashing rapid-fire shots, concentrating their firepower; five archers attacked a single target from different positions. Even a warrior with the highest physical defense could not withstand such an assault. The first to turn into a white light and return to the city was someone from the Pink Rose faction.

Looking at the textbooks on the desk, Lu Chen found them endearing for the first time, feeling an urge to kiss them.

The person in the white Land Rover SUV was none other than Li Xinru. At that moment, she bit her lip, her face full of grievance and resentment, her heart even more sour.

Even with Xiao Luo’s extraordinary physique, he now felt his arms had gone numb, almost without sensation. He wondered if other cultivators descending the mountain had some other method.

The white crane soared forth, but unlike ordinary Underworld Immortal cultivators who brandished fists and feet with crackling energy, its presence was gentle and dust danced in the breeze.

In Snow Dragon City, Fairy Guanghan and Heaven Is Not Lonely led their thirty thousand troops in a surprise attack toward the northwest district.

No, under these circumstances, he should be hoping Yu Bing Sheng finds someone better than him, rather than gloating over those suitors she had rejected.

Gu Jiu and Chen Xin arrived early at the newspaper office; as soon as they entered, a wave of unfriendly stares focused on them both.

Looking at the still unbothered Lu Qing before him, Yuan Yan felt not only tricked, but as if he’d encountered a monster among monsters.

Nan Huaicheng saw Ye Fanxing’s unabashed, direct gaze, his face reddened further. He couldn’t bother getting up; instead, he reached out and covered Ye Fanxing’s clear, pure eyes.

The black-robed stranger’s voice turned sinister. With a wave of his hand, the world where Zhang Tie and the others stood became a vast prison.

Thinking back, it was still in those ordinary days. Training in basic sword techniques, though it was truly exhausting.

“Falling for such a scoundrel? What a joke! Li Yuhan, you must be sleep-deprived lately, or not working hard enough—otherwise you wouldn’t have time to care about his affairs!” Li Yuhan shook her head as well.

“Hey, hey, hey, Emperor Ji, you can’t leave now—your father’s about to come back!” the driver called out from behind to Ji Ze.

Lin Feng, full of questions, followed his mother into the east room. Rose was also stunned, not knowing why Lin Feng’s mother called him into the west room; something felt strange.

“What if someone causes trouble and claims the food is bad—aren’t you going to get beaten?” Gu Jiu looked at Chen Xin.

“Get lost! Shut up! How many times do I have to tell you?” Ren Mao was truly furious. Xun Si followed quietly for a while.

As the leading figure of the Donglin Party, Ye Chuchun intended to use this incident to step onto the corpses of the Industrialists and secure a place as one of the Seven Gentlemen of the Donglin Party.

This fluorescence, developed over time, provided resistance to Heavenly God Scarlet Flame Fire. With the guardianship of this fluorescence in Ye Yan’s body, the burning effect of the Heavenly God’s Scarlet Flame would be greatly diminished.

“This matter cannot be taken lightly. I’ll ask you again—are you absolutely certain?” Sain’s face grew stern as he stared at Li Chahan.

Her schemes, her cunning, the way she led Song Xuanrong step by step into the trap she’d laid at the Ministry of Justice—all these tactics made the Crown Prince a little more wary of her.

“Hahaha, did you see that? The king among our younger generation, Fire Ling, now ranks among the top two hundred in combat power!” A middle-aged man in luxurious robes, holding a wine glass, gazed at the giant screen in the distance.

Li Wei realized that the television in the bedroom was quite large—even if it couldn’t match the living room’s massive LCD, it was at least thirty inches, already a sizable screen.

Those in power on the high platform each had their own thoughts; for a moment, the scene fell silent. After a long pause, the current emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, clad in a dragon robe, radiated an awe-inspiring presence.

Snow covers eight hundred years of humiliation for Great Qin, all manner of evildoers; when spring comes, it melts away, sending off the past and ushering in warmth and blooming flowers—how could one not love it?