Chapter 132: I'll Make a Bet With You!

Hearing Jiang Ying’s words, Li Ming could no longer contain himself and retorted loudly:

"Jiang Ying, tell me, how exactly is this against the rules?"

"The regulations clearly state that all editors-in-chief and deputy editors-in-chief are eligible to participate in the scoring process. Is there any clause that says an intern deputy editor-in-chief cannot participate?"

"Even if Deputy Editor-in-Chief Miaomiao was late for the scoring, the rules also specify that as long as the results have not yet been announced, any situation can be—"

Ling Yue... she is truly this naive... A thought flickered through Shen Sanyuan’s mind, though he immediately wondered if Ling Yue was merely feigning ignorance to deceive an outsider like him. Watching Ling Yue’s smiling face, a sense of melancholy washed over Shen Sanyuan. He fell silent, prepared to wait it out, determined to linger here and not leave.

"Then I will reopen her healed wound. I will have to trouble you to hold her down during the process," Violet said.

The pastries that Yanxia had fed her in the early morning had long since vanished, and she couldn't help but lean forward, staring fixedly at the boxes of sweets without even blinking.

The crystal bottle had been soaking in the cold pool and still retained a biting chill. Yet, seeing this guy lying on the ground, blood spilling from his lips, still grinning through his teeth like an idiot, a warmth bloomed in Ling Yue’s heart, and she no longer felt the cold of the bottle.

Qi Ziyan had clearly gone back from the beach to look for someone, only to return empty-handed, bumping into them just as she arrived.

She shook her head, stopped gazing into the distance, and focused her attention on the topological palace before her, feeling much more at ease.

When Lu Ming tracked the phone’s location to this place, his eyes narrowed sharply, and he froze in place the moment he saw the state Jing Yiren was in.

The monster’s blood was ink-green and carried a foul, fishy stench, but Lian Yin had no time to be repulsed; she remained entirely focused on the situation from all sides.

A 2:1 score is never a guaranteed victory in a soccer match; with the slightest lapse in concentration, there is always a chance for the opponent to equalize. After brief deliberation, Gerald once again issued orders to the captain, instructing the team to focus on defense.

After knocking on Lian Yin’s door, Qin Qi told her about meeting the seller tomorrow, though he omitted any mention of Zhou Zheng and the other two. He felt too guilty to bring them up.

If one were to add the only successful candidate for the Secret Treasure Merchant stream, whose name was not posted on the bulletin board, then Ye Fan occupied more than half of the top spots across the nine streams. This was a rarity in the history of the Canglan Kingdom; only one Martial Saint had ever achieved such a brilliant record.

His voice was soft, yet it carried a trace of cultivation power, causing Qian Zheng’s mind to shudder as a chill took hold. He immediately sat up to regulate his breathing.

With his wife and son both staying at the Gu residence, Xiao Huai naturally accompanied Gu Zhenshan over after work.

Upon hearing that his sister’s miserable state was caused by food poisoning from incompatible ingredients, Gu Liangchen felt such heartache that he wished he could fly to Hai City immediately. Only after hearing that his sister had just finished two IV drips and was feeling much better did he allow his tensed heart to settle.

The next morning, Gu Meijing received a call from her uncle as expected, telling her not to send any more money. He had just finished a project and earned over a hundred thousand, which was enough to cover her cousin’s medical expenses.

Qing Li frowned. Dong Fei was on the phone, but who was he speaking to? Was it about her?

"Junior Brother Lu Ming, I admit that I wasn't always fair to you in the past, but I hope you can let the past be the past. After all, for one's life, the future is far more important than the past, isn't it?" Mu Yang’s tone began to soften.

"This disciple has nothing more to say, but I dare to ask: can we not choose our daily duties? Why was I directly assigned to feed horses at the stables? Is it possible for me to change tasks?" Feng Du, feeling unwilling to accept this, risked asking.

Looking deeply at Ye Fan, Gu Chunbo suddenly felt an infinite sense of confidence surge within him. He put away the Beast Emperor’s corpse, bid farewell to Ye Fan and Gu Xinyue, and departed in a flurry.