Chapter 82: Believe in Xu Ze! (Please subscribe)

Du Yuanzhou pondered for a moment, then spoke in a disdainful tone:

“Yang Yixin, my critique is that your mistake lies in adding a rap at the end.”

“You should learn from Xu Ze—so clever, he slipped in a folk song and got away with it.”

“You’re still a bit too naïve. Don’t you know our language can’t handle rap?”

“Compared to English, our rhymes and pronunciation are utterly stiff.”

Thus—

Liuli Xue’s gaze was icy and clear. She gripped the bamboo sword in one hand, her aloof temperament keeping everyone at a distance.

Lan Yue even used high-grade and supreme spirit stones to set up several spirit-gathering arrays, hoping to enhance the spiritual energy within these caves.

Almost twenty minutes had passed; it was time for makeup and a change of clothes, so no one paid any more attention to Ji Xiyan.

The moment they received the photos, the discipline committee rushed in to check for contraband, and their classroom was the first target.

Even if Tao Ruoyu really was his savior from ten years ago, he would never look back—never again grovel and curry favor as he once did.

Punishing at will would break the boundaries too early, forcing the president to endure humiliation and even abandon her pride.

At dawn the next day, the Yu family packed up and departed the capital. Atop the city tower, a figure in dark robes stood with hands behind his back, watching the carriages wobble away, imagining what face lay within. As the sun rose high and the beauty vanished from sight, he drew the flute from his waist. The melody of “The Hundred Flowers Ritual” still echoed, as if her dance lingered from that night.

Not to mention the line his master added: In days to come, should Bai Rong be favored by her, let him be content as her warm companion.

To be able to face these matters now, at any moment, is to truly face the changes that have come.

Xi Xichen poured herself a glass of juice, tapped her glass lightly against his, then drained it in one gulp.

For now, Gongsun Fan could only interpret it this way. He had many more questions for the knowledgeable Sky Spirit.

Though he knew the deputy chief couldn’t see, Wei Han still lifted the briefcase handcuffed to his wrist.

“Thank you.” Lofimina took a moment to digest her shock, then snapped back to thank the princess. The weight in her heart finally eased a little.

The Fire Qilin nodded, its body transforming into a streak of light and vanishing before everyone. With Lingyun Cave right beside them, there was no fear of accidents. Meanwhile, Nie Shao stared at the clay Buddha, feeling something strange about it, though he couldn’t pinpoint what.

“Still not running? Waiting to be chopped up?” Huang Feng blew softly in my ear, tickling me. I shoved him aside, dodging a punch from a figure in black.

Deng Ziming continued his business with the horse caravan, but now he served in the Xiliang Ministry of Household Transport, specializing in smuggling goods from the Central Plains. Their route differed from that of the Military Intelligence Bureau, so chance encounters were only natural.

Could it be that the sword spirit of the Blood-red Demon Sword wasn’t destroyed, but attached itself to the Dragon Shadow Sword instead?

With the demon army buried beneath the sea, streams of green light converged toward the Dragon Palace. A closer look revealed these green lights were nothing other than the blood of the demon clan.

“Indeed!” The Withered Wood Elder nodded and flew ahead. Gongsun Fan dared not slack and hurried after him, but the farther they flew, the more puzzled Gongsun Fan became—for the Elder was leading him straight toward Carefree City. Could there be a way to reach the Eastern Sea from there?

“A super divine beast!” At this, both Gongsun Fan and the Sky Spirit leapt up in excitement. The Sky Spirit rushed straight to Heishuang, grabbed his tiger head with both hands, and pressed his eyes close to study him carefully.

When Yun Jiao arrived, she saw Zhang Fengyun standing beneath her own statue, surrounded by swirling clouds. The mist gathered around him, gradually filling the grand hall.