Chapter 132: The Top Student's Image Crumbles?

Holding the thesis that had been entirely rejected without a single comment from the teacher, Lian Youyou walked out of the teaching building, her heart heavy with disappointment.

Richard’s call came through, and Lian Youyou answered, “Hello...”

“Youyou, how’s your thesis coming along?” Richard’s voice sounded cheerful. “If you have time, come by the company. I’m preparing to have you take over a variety show. Come take a look.”

Lian Youyou replied weakly, “Can I not take it? I haven’t been feeling well lately.”

“If you’re not in good shape now, you’d better pull yourself together quickly. It’s not like you have to film the show right this moment,” Richard said...

Xiao Hong had already sat up, though still leaning against the cushion due to his lack of energy.

A single remark sent Aunt Liu, the nanny, and Old Master Qiao into fits of laughter, their hearts softening with affection. Afterward, the group dined together in the restaurant, and then Ziyao drove toward the training base.

This phone was recognized by Li Yunshen—it was the white phone Tang Xin had been using. There wasn’t a single scratch on it, as its owner had taken great care of it.

The skeletal tiger, thinking it was about to be eaten, rolled away in terror, flinging the Black-hearted Nine away.

Not far from the front gate of Meiyuan, the three split into separate paths and nimbly climbed up the large trees. Instantly, the surroundings seemed as if nothing had happened.

She smiled bitterly, “Once you’ve let go, it’s hard to hold on again, because your hands can no longer reach each other. It’s like two hearts, scarred and battered, no longer fitting together as perfectly as before.”

Yet her tone was too matter-of-fact, as if she never doubted that You Xiche would refuse her.

Zhi Xi suddenly realized that the place they were in was the area where the secluded sect was located.

She had never blamed her brother even once; on the contrary, every time she thought of him, she felt a deep sense of regret.

Although his mindset had changed from before, if it were possible, he still did not want to lose his best friend.

Ye looked around and began pondering how to handle the situation below. The Blood Demon must have been trapped here as well. What plan would he devise to escape? Just then, a glow suddenly emerged beside them, and the figures of Huo Ling’er and a member of the Ye clan slowly appeared.

In Lan Xin’s view, it was very important that the formation be activated to contact the Martial Supreme Palace, allowing no room for carelessness. That was why she spoke in such detail, but in truth, she did not even realize that she instinctively just wanted to spend more time alone with Ye Lin.

Within the Ye clan’s immortal domain, Ye sat in the courtyard, wielding the Crescent Moon Blade. The sudden awakening of his bloodline power caused his cultivation to surge dramatically. Ye gradually grew accustomed to the sudden strength flowing through his hands. Huo Ling’er sat quietly nearby, watching him practice his swordplay.

“Everyone, focus on steady development. As long as we unite, we can win!” Tian Ye typed rapidly.

“Wen, fall back!” Ye commanded. Unexpectedly, the Nine-patterned Tiger spun in place, signaling that it had lost its sense of direction. Ye frowned; this savage ancient land was truly terrifying—it had already tracked him down shortly after his arrival.

A moment later, the eunuch seemed as if his soul had been instantly drawn out, collapsing with a thud beside his chair.

The flag was waved again, the bugler blew a final short note, and then everyone—both inside and outside the cover, including the bugler himself—dropped everything they held, crouched low, and tightly covered their ears.

Lin Tianxue sneered, “You daydreaming fool! Take this!” Without another word, the long sword in her hand stabbed straight toward Ye Tian.

“Do you think I’m a five-year-old child? Using the I Ching for divination? How old do you think you are, an immortal? Ha... I’d have to be crazy to believe you.” She said this with disdain, glancing at Qin Yu as if looking at a fool.

Li Qingfeng swung the Yin-Yang Holy Sword again. With a strike, the heavens cracked and the earth shattered; the sun and moon dimmed. In an instant, the body of the Nine-headed Demon Saint was cleaved apart and slammed flying backward once more.