56. The Eight Princes

Tang Yiwen let out a silly giggle. Although Tang Yuling usually kept a tight rein on Tang Yiwen’s spending, she still indulged her to some extent, so Tang Yiwen’s life was far better than that of an ordinary student.

The backdrop of the painting was the school’s teaching building, with the open sky above the playground to its left and drifting white clouds.

The crux of the matter was that Cao Zinuo lacked these elements. Even if he had them, they wouldn’t instantly translate into combat power. Those otherworldly forces all operated through systems, and acquiring enough to form battle strength was a long, drawn-out process.

The Five Tigers of East Gate had long cemented their status in Desolation City, their reputation known to all. No one who lived in the city year-round was unaware of their fierceness and ruthlessness.

Worse still, Shuina and Tachibana Kanade were not by my side. Aside from me and the boy who called himself Jam, there was no one else in the garden.

As for Hong Canmin’s meaning, Li Shenglin, the big brother, was headed to compete in the Olympics. He and Choi Jizhong would surely go cheer him on. But what about after the Olympic soccer matches concluded?

Because of this, he grabbed her wrist once again. “Keep pushing like this, and you’ll be in danger.” As he spoke, he turned around and looked down at Qi Qi, whose cheeks were flushed.

With so many top-tier fragments of the law combined... how terrifying would Lance’s sorcery become?

Upon hearing the reprimand, Thirteen’s expression softened as he fixed his gaze on Seven Buddha for a long time. This silent scolding weighed heavily on Seven Buddha, and after a tense pause, he could no longer bear the panic in his heart and suddenly knelt to the ground.

Among the five great superfamilies of Laoyu City, except for the You family at the city lord’s mansion, the other four clans each occupied one direction, surrounded on three sides by walls and backed by a mountain. Of course, the city walls connected directly to that mountain.

Although Lin Xiao’s family background was humble, his talent was extraordinary, and coupled with his decent character, such a person was destined to be a force in the region. If he truly matched with the third sister, he would not only become a powerful asset to the family but also bring honor to her.

Especially since the old Confucian scholar, to prove his sincerity, could first recite a Heaven’s Secret to bestow upon Jiang Yu and others—a temptation beyond imagination. Facing such a terrifying forbidden power, refusing or accepting seemed much the same; any ordinary cultivator would have nodded in agreement long ago.

“I need you to answer one of my questions,” Ouyang’s voice was calm and even, so much so that even Bing Lan couldn’t help but admire his self-control.

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“I feel the same.” Han Jiang Qianying spoke without expression, now devoid of heart, and thus without emotion. Though awake, she was truly like a puppet, lacking much feeling.

Yet, having reached the lower Saint rank and achieving a breakthrough in a single day, he was already quite satisfied.

Su Mu observed everything but said nothing. He guessed the mother would lose patience before he did.

Ye Xiao glanced over the dozen or so options above and felt a headache, much like choosing the Demacia faction in Valoran or picking a faction in The Qin Empire’s Moon. Now, Ye Xiao was truly unsure which faction would best serve his development.

Sword Qi surged forth, circling Lin Xiao with a halo of sword light. His soaring sword intent pierced the clouds, a continuous flow of sword momentum tearing through a hundred meters of wind and cloud.

Seeing several ruffians overly enthusiastic, the officer feared they might go too far and escalate the situation, so he had to warn them.

After the gift-giving portion, Madam Rong went to the kitchen to bring out the cake, and everyone prepared to eat.

One more point: Nemesis was designed to counter the Holy faction, but when facing demons, it was inevitably weaker.

Lu Jitian and Dao Lang, amidst the host’s warm welcome, noticed Zhang Ruofeng standing apart and hurried over to greet him. Zhang gave them a subtle look. Understanding the signal, they kept quiet.

After singing a few lines, her eyes reddened slightly. She didn’t wipe them but sniffled softly.

“Energy? What the hell?” Energy fluctuations? Watching the direction where Lan Linfeng disappeared, a wave of unease surged within.

Upon reaching the door, she didn’t knock immediately. Instead, she took off her sunglasses, hanging them on her chest, and smiled brightly at Lin Mu.

Director Tang said with surprise, “Honestly, the Suzhou Museum has works not only by Tang Bohu but also by the Four Great Talents of Jiangnan, but for Old Zhou to be this cautious is unusual. From what I hear, this piece has some suspicious origins—it’s likely a newly unearthed funerary artifact.”

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However, he didn’t seem like a kind man—those triangular eyes made people uncomfortable. His long hair and nearly every finger adorned with rings made one wonder about his aesthetic sense. Didn’t he find his appearance inappropriate?

Well, perhaps like in the movies, astronauts get “stranded” on Mars—or not necessarily Mars, any other planet would do.

Thinking of this, the legion’s expression changed during battle. Ignoring the comrades’ corpses, they activated the spatial leap device and left instantly. Just before disappearing, they glimpsed the gray butterfly slowly flapping its wings, rapidly charging toward them.

“Brother Zhan, rest assured, I’ll take good care of your sister-in-law,” Tiger said with mock seriousness.

Chaotic magic darkened the sky, the spatial rules completely twisted. Even Fass found it hard to perceive anything inside through another world.

Amid envious, jealous, and sarcastic gazes, Huo Qifeng supported Su Xiao as they exited the classroom.

He opened a storage space channel, waving his hand to release a dozen spirit herbs emitting various precious lights. They floated in the void, filling the room with radiant glow and a rich fragrance. A gentle breath instantly revitalized one’s spirit, as if purified from head to toe.

“J” was for Jie, Ouyang Jie left this letter beside Robert’s corpse—not to forge the legend of a serial killer, nor to taunt the police, but so that more would know who killed Robert.

He once felt that taking a little sister by adoption would damage his reputation as the overlord of Shaoshui. Now he thought differently.

After Yang Wei said those words, the entire hall fell into panic. They had no power surpassing the gods. If they truly opposed such forces, the disparity would bring heavy casualties.