Chapter 106: Not Getting It Is the Best

Gu Shen was absent-minded, her thoughts wandering until Zhou Ci forcibly pulled her back.

“What are you thinking about?”

Gu Shen looked at him with a deep, inscrutable gaze for a long moment, then shook her head.

“I don’t like drinking herbal medicine. I had too much of it when I was a child.” Just recalling the unpleasant taste of the medicine made her feel slightly nauseous.

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The night passed in silence. The next day at breakfast, Ye Xiao keenly sensed something was off—the atmosphere was strange.

In Qiu Feng’s eyes, the Tang Dynasty team stood unchallenged at the top of the World of Tanks food chain; even the secondary Soul Slayers could only stand toe-to-toe with them, never surpass.

Ye Xiao naturally participated—he needed spirit stones and had to bring down the Underworld. Everything was part of his plan.

Yao Ziyun took her seat smoothly, not bothering to pour tea for Cai Xiangning. Seeing Yao Ziyun’s blatant disregard, Cai Xiangning realized she was not even considered.

Beggar Taibao finally arrived, firing a shot at a handbag, instantly dropping the occupation value by half, settling at forty-eight percent.

Her pride was always strong. Her heart ached fiercely. She feared the Leng family parents now saw her as the homewrecker, looked down upon. And recalling Father Mei’s sorrowful, disappointed gaze, her pain deepened.

“Hmph, dressed like this, who would recognize me?” She glanced at her relaxed outfit—no one would pay attention to someone so simply dressed.

“Don’t say anything. Even if I donated it to the orphanage!” Seeing Liu Mei about to speak, Bu Hui instantly guessed her intention and found the perfect excuse to silence her.

“Mo’er, don’t listen to Yao Ziyun. It’s not what you think.” Qin Aobin caught up to Xia Mo, grabbed her shoulders, and said.

“The three of them are connected. If you want to rescue Ouyang Huan from Class F, you’ll also have to get He Feng and Tan Jingtian out,” Zhong Wei explained.

Su Qin, since you don’t want me approaching Su Meng, I’ll do just that. Not only will I get close to her, but I’ll make you pay for humiliating me today. I’ll stir up chaos in your Su family.

Chen Luo gave a soft command, his cultivation technique surging. Three enormous streams of energy in his body began to condense, and in moments, formed three refined streams, each half a finger wide.

Some things require accumulation, no matter how hard you try. They cannot be achieved in a short time. Fu Shenxing's lips curled into a self-mocking smile. Unconsciously, he’d drifted off. His gaze landed on the phone on the table, and He Yan’s text flashed through his mind. She had told him: she was going to end her life.

The only suspicious detail was that this person had gone abroad three years ago, only returning early this year. He Yan frowned at the message on her phone, pondering. It seemed a promising lead, except that three years ago, Shen Zhijie was still in prison, not yet executed. How could he have left the country?

Wang Dong, staring at the sky, was stunned by the intertwined golden flames and the golden hand. The hand was fierce and robust at first, but its strength quickly waned, while the golden flames burned steadily.

The basement security door’s lock had been sealed from the outside with melted lead. With the lock core blocked, it was impossible to open.

The noisy, chaotic room instantly fell silent. Boss Zhang was frozen, looking down at He Yan with a bewildered expression.

Chen Luo’s gaze lingered over the six unique seals. After studying them for a quarter of an hour, he committed all six firmly to memory.

Wang Dong truly didn’t want to waste time on the Blackwater Three Tyrants. Was everyone with status on the Spirit Power Continent so arrogant? How had such people survived until now?

Returning home, Chen Yu opened his computer. With the help of the intelligent system, he completed the schematics for the mobile phone factory and the automobile factory, along with all necessary equipment and materials, in just over ten minutes.