Chapter 61: The Stationery Business

The second monthly examination was currently underway.

Wang Peng was writing his essay in a flurry of inspiration when his fountain pen suddenly stopped flowing. He took a razor blade from his pencil case to clean the dried ink out of the nib's slit.

Still refusing to write, he unscrewed the pen and squeezed the rubber ink sac with his hand.

A large drop of ink splattered onto his exercise book. Wang Peng could not help but curse, "What the hell! What kind of crappy pen is this?"

Laughter erupted in the classroom.

Li Mengjiao offered her own fountain pen to Wang Peng and opened her pencil case to take out another one.

Chen Qingsong said helplessly, "If you bought good quality ink, your pen wouldn't clog. When I get back next week, I'll bring you a few gel pens. Just hurry up and finish your exam."

"Alright," Wang Peng nodded, then suddenly froze in a daze......

Aside from the father and son themselves, virtually no one else knew Hua Xian'er, so most people would never discover that the bride was actually a fake.

There was no light burning inside the tent, and since it was an overcast day, Wei He could make out a robust man shivering beneath a sheepskin quilt on the straw couch in the dimness.

However, Jiang Haoran refused to argue with him any further. He was exceptionally clever and saw through Wang Jingwei's attempt to buy time with a single glance. Babling with him at this juncture would only drag things out until the island army noticed, making even an escape difficult. The most direct and efficient method was simply to kill him and leave.

More than twenty puppet fighters rushed forward, engaging the surrounding people in a frenzied slaughter. If they could win, they kept fighting; if they couldn't, they would detonate themselves! Their tactics were extremely crude and violent, as if they were manufactured at zero cost, truly shocking the onlookers.

As his voice trailed off, Lu Zifeng was the first to plunge toward the ground below, with Lu Jingzheng and the others hurriedly following behind.

The tip of the Wuyou arrow twitched slightly. This was a nickname only Li Xiang used for her. Every time he called her that way, her heart would flutter wildly, and her body would involuntarily tremble.

A martial emperor from the Heavenly Gate held a stack of documents and said, "Here." With a wave of his hand, the documents separated into hundreds of copies, and everyone present received one.

The Evil God sneered, holding back his power so that he did not unleash the full might of the seventh floor. He kept it just slightly weaker than Hel Yan-sheng, ensuring that Hel Yan-sheng would not suspect anything amiss.

The hardware had been upgraded and renovated, but the personnel remained largely unchanged. Holy Court Hotel had originally been managed single-handedly by Pang Dahai, and that was still the case. Pang Dahai loved titles, so Wan Kang gave him the position of deputy manager exclusively in charge of security, leaving Pang Dahai grinning from ear to ear.

Li Xiang knew nothing of these sophisticated intelligence methods, but he was familiar with the endless ciphers, dead drops, and cryptographic information featured in modern espionage dramas. Therefore, he simply compiled and wrote down a few basic versions of them.

Deep within the divine body of the Cangwu God Emperor, a luminous seal had been branded. It was the Great Salvation Technique, which thoroughly bound the Cangwu God Emperor to Ning Yang, making it forever impossible for the Cangwu God Emperor to rebel against Ning Yang, turning him into Ning Yang's loyal slave subject to his absolute control.

Even so, the manifestation of this divine ability was not necessarily weaker than the Nightmare Scythe wielded by the Night You King. After all, his own foundation was immensely profound, and the destructive power he could unleash was extraordinarily astonishing.

"Brother Gang, perhaps we shouldn't rest just yet. Let's finish handling the tasks entrusted to us by our employer first. I'm just worried that—" Tiezi worried he wouldn't be able to hold on.

"What kind of ship is this?" The colonel on the side turned and asked the captain of the Coast Guard standing next to him.

However, much to her surprise, the moment her words finished, Ning Yang slapped her across the face.

After Chen Yaowu nodded, Yimo gave Chen Yao a kiss, then darted toward the kindergarten entrance like a lively little rabbit.

Ten minutes later, Lu Nan arrived outside the entrance of a nightclub. Cuicui's sensory signal had vanished right here.

Ganie remained ice-cold. With a single stride, in the blink of an eye, the senior swordsman suddenly materialized right in front of the Blood Demon Lord, bringing his longsword down in a direct slash.

To be honest, back then when Xu Jiaojiao demanded an extra fifty thousand yuan in bride price, it wasn't that I couldn't afford it, but rather that I was utterly disgusted by being treated like a fool. Now, I didn't want my Third Uncle to go to the Xu family and swallow his pride ever again—it was just too suffocating.

To tell you the truth, they couldn't pay me enough to go to that place; it's creepy! Let me tell you, the year Old Man Daonian's grandmother from Front Street—one spring, just as dusk was falling, she was returning from her maiden home and passed by that dilapidated temple. She noticed a light shining inside and wondered, why are they lighting lamps so early just as the sun is setting? So she walked up and peeked through a crack in the broken wall.

"I'd like to start a breeding farm and raise cattle. I'm not sure if cows are easy to raise, or what kind of cows are best to choose?" I shared my thoughts with him.

Bai no longer wanted to leave Gao Shan's side; she never wanted to be separated from him again. Disregarding everything else entirely, she threw herself straight into Gao Shan's embrace.

Before acquiring his golden finger, his career plan had been to intern at an animation company, gain experience, and look for opportunities after graduation.

Although the Three Thousand Great Realms were born from the Three Thousand Great Daos of the universe, the same feat could be accomplished as long as one devoured a complete Dao, or utilized one's own world's will to swallow and nurture another destroyed Great Realm.

"Moka, thank you," Xu Zheng said with a slight smile. "Brother Yi must have a specific reason for asking me to come over today." Having spoken with him last time, Xu Zheng understood Yi Qing's personality; the man was straightforward and disliked beating around the bush.

No one would ever refuse a fortuitous encounter, and Lin Wanqing was no exception. She promptly bound herself to the system.

Taking advantage of a patrol sortie, he parked the dark gold puppet in a hidden location, left a marker, and teleported back onto Wang Leng's ship. By that time, everyone was waiting for Gao Shan in the command room.

"What's the rush?" Li Shusen grabbed Old Guan by the arm and yanked him back.

All twenty-pouch copper coins had to be stood upright there, also known as the Vajra Wall. Since those copper coins had been touched by thousands of people, they possessed extreme Yang energy, making it completely impossible for any ghost to escape once it entered.

Besides, the art of war states: "When strong, appear weak; when weak, appear strong. Using emptiness and substance interchangeably is the essence of military strategy." Therefore, in Duan Pengju's view, the Liangshan army's grandiose claims about attacking Bianjing City were nine times out of ten just an empty bluff—a strategy of besieging Zhao to rescue Wei, with the sole purpose of lifting the siege on Bianliang.

This astonishing destructive force was merely the result of a single strike from that young man. In that instant, Han Fei and the others were left utterly dumbfounded.

No one understood Bai Shaozi's abilities better than Tang Tang. Among the four major martial arts sects of the pugilistic world—together with the Tang Sect, Moon Shadow Sect, Qinglian Sect, and Burial Flower Palace—not a single person could defeat him in single combat.

"Why are you staring at me!" Jessica Jung instantly bristled, shrinking her body slightly as she said with utmost vigilance.

"I suppose you brought this death upon yourself by waiting for it. Don't worry, I'll grant your wish immediately!" Pan Yuhong said with a mocking half-smile to the bald man.