Chapter 60: The Delivery Sisters

First High School teaching building. Wang Zhen placed the takeout boxes on the windowsill one by one and handed a portion to Wang Peng.

"Big brother, this is the fried rice you ordered," she said.

Wang Peng took the fried rice from her hands, glanced at the name on the receipt, and asked, "What is going on?"

"The school made me and the third sister suspend our schooling. We can only go back when we save enough for tuition."

"Wang Song refuses to pay our tuition, and we couldn't borrow any money. We have no choice but to follow your example and earn our own tuition."

"Elder Sister Zhao took pity on us and let us work for her, providing room and board along with a hundred yuan a month."

At the end, Wang Zhen could not help but offer a bitter smile.

Wang Peng nodded. "That's fine too. A person can only rely on themsel..."

"Dual Domain... God of Slaughter!" The Lord of Thunderstorms looked at Ye Mo, pronouncing each word clearly, his expression equally grim.

"Did I do this?" A trace of astonishment flickered in the depths of Ling Feng's eyes. He looked at his own hands and the Moyu Sword he held, feeling that his connection with the sword had grown even deeper.

By the early morning of the fourth day, Hua Zhong finally noticed a change in the fragrant membrane pattern sample knife on Xiaoyaoxiang's leg. His spirit instantly lifted, and his eyes stared fixedly at it.

With the connivance of the Shi Family head, a fierce conflict broke out outside the Shi Family residence. Puppet Number One received Ling Feng's command and rushed forward with a stride straight toward the Iron-Clawed Earth Dragon.

It also seemed as though this was not his intention at all, and the function of this human soul fragment was merely just that—taking a life without a trace. According to what Big Brother Wan and the others had described, the formation of this human soul fragment probably did not originate in their household. Someone must have intentionally wanted to harm the old master.

"I'm full, I'm leaving first," Le Fan said with extreme depression in his heart, turning around and walking away.

No matter how I chased it, that resentful ghost would not leave. Moreover, the array formation in my home seemed to have no effect on it at all. I remained in a stalemate with this fierce and resentful ghost until dawn before it finally left, and only then did my friend emerge from the bedroom, peering around cautiously.

Thirty-one years ago, Old Zheng was only twenty years old. He had followed his master to learn Feng Shui since childhood, but that was actually just a cover; what he truly specialized in was grave robbing. Old Zheng's master was a renowned grave-robbing expert in China at the time—a genuine veteran grave digger—and Old Zheng had inherited all of his true techniques.

Xiao Lang, who had just yesterday looked ready to tear the other person apart, softened up after merely a single night.

"No, I have to go to the restroom," I said, asking Luo Cheng to pull the car over for a moment because there happened to be a public restroom directly across the street.

Meanwhile, in the seats originally belonging to Cehui Academy, Shi Nian watched the direction in which the Shrek members were leaving, a flash of contemplation crossing his eyes.

*Crack.* Another friction sound came from the black hole in the ground, still accompanied by a tiny spark.

Huang Miaoshui's martial arts were unfathomable, and his character was sinister and cunning. His words easily made Qiu Su harbor suspicions against himself. Once Qiu Su's psychological state wavered, Huang Miaoshui's opportunity would arrive.

Perhaps the heavens knew how unfortunate Xia Moxuan had once been, which was why they arranged for someone like an angel, Cheng Guandong, to stay by her side.

Busy working on the test questions given by Yu Anran, Gao Chuanze even forgot to have dinner. Around eight o'clock, Gao Chuanze's stomach let out a very uncooperative growl, and Su Zihang, who had been resting in bed, happened to wake up at that exact moment.

Just passing by the rest area, she heard someone calling Bian Qingluo, and upon peeking out, realized that this school was actually in Shanghai.

Afterward, driven by someone unknown, these people gradually formed a group and began searching for mages within Randburg.

Hearing the Birdman's words, the faces of several demons turned pale with fright. They naturally knew what it meant to be the Birdman's experimental subject—it essentially meant becoming his captive, subjected to his endless torture. The Birdman was neither the most powerful high-ranking demon nor the most famous, but he was certainly the most terrifying.

Especially in recent days, his old ailments—diabetes, high blood pressure, and coronary heart disease—had flared up one after another. He had no choice but to honestly return to watch over the shop and recuperate, no longer daring to go out and roam around. This forced tranquility often made him recall that young man.

Anyway, when she and Fang Minmin's maternal grandfather received the news, the Wu family was in complete chaos, and they too had come to Jiashi under immense pressure.

As for the matter of the Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Grass, A Man's great-grandmother had told her about it back when she was still just a seed of the Hell Flower. Memories from that time were already very distant from the present.

"Y-You, how did you know I transmigrated in soul?" Ning Jing's body stiffened instantly, staring at him with a face full of disbelief.

As if he hadn't heard the old man's latter sentence at all, Qu Nuo merely smiled obediently at Elder Gu, just like how he had behaved in front of Feng Che and the others—shy, friendly, and completely harmless.

Journalists gathered tightly around Luo Mo, while those nearby listened in casually, paying a bit of attention to the interview.

Following the recurrence of this sound that altered the course of the battle, a blurred figure gradually emerged before everyone from the distant, gloomy rain curtain. Yes, the entities Liu Bin referred to as "they" had ultimately materialized as just a single figure.

"Alright, everyone take out your money and help me pool it together later to beat this piece of trash into the ground, so he knows we aren't so easily bullied," a monitor from their class organized and said.

One can imagine Governor Bao's inner thoughts. What kind of situation was this? The old master was thousands of miles away, yet he actually knew that I was right beside Gao Yuan. It could be said that he saw right through everything happening in Province S.

"Not bad!" Shen Yu swayed slightly. She knew how battered she currently looked; calling herself covered in bruises and cuts would not be an exaggeration.

For scenes requiring nudity, to reduce the actors' embarrassment, the number of people present on set was usually kept to a minimum.

"If there really are that many, let's gather more, enough to eat until this time next year." She was truly tired of eating meat, so having mushrooms to eat was simply the best.

"But? With snow this thick, let alone running, you can't even walk up to the animals!" With snow this deep, every movement made a crunching sound. By the time you got close to where the animals originally stood, they wouldn't be anywhere in sight.

Qi Tian flicked his wrist, drawing the Flat-Browed Red-Hooped Cudgeling Staff from his battle ring, stepped forward with the Cicada-Like Footwork, and rushed toward Pan Yulin like a gust of wind.

Although the Empire people stubbornly refused to reveal the whereabouts of the Imperial leadership, concealment was meaningless to Xiao Yi, because Xiao Yi possessed the power to see through human hearts.

Bai Yuwei contemplated the possibility of planting sweet roots in the future. Snow Wolf twitched his brow, and then turned away carrying the sugar ball.

After their peak combat strength achieved an absolute victory, the ten of them joined forces, charging straight ahead and sweeping across the barren tribe's army and camps. Those battle formations and camp barriers that were so lethal on the battlefield were completely vulnerable in front of the eighth-tier ancestors.

Colonel Guan said nothing outwardly, but inwardly cursed: *I believe your nonsense! That broken wooden sword was obviously a buy-one-get-one-free toy wooden sword bought for ten yuan under Changbai Mountain. I sent people to investigate all of this long ago.*

He hadn't seen wrong; this was the perfect-quality weapon that dropped after his death, which had somehow been taken out of the Northern Wasteland Secret Realm and even hung up for auction on the black market.