Chapter 49: Classmate Fuying, Can I Be in Your Group?

Having arrived only recently, she had not yet fully adapted to this world. According to Earthling logic, whether it was kissing Yuan Hejing last night or sleeping in the same bed with Yuan Feiye, neither was appropriate!

The light-brain chat page showed an unread message from her uncle, stating that he would contact Yuan Feiye and reminding her to call him after arriving at the hospital.

Her uncle's chat avatar was identical to that of her uncle on Earth—a picture of the vast blue ocean.

As for the Phoenix Miao Village, being a force within the martial arts world, Miao Hong naturally had heard of the existence of the One Sect, Two Palaces, and Three Great Families. Beneath these six top-tier forces, there were also the Four Second-Tier Families and the Nine Sects.

Zixuan also said, "Now our Protector-General's Manor and your manor are in-laws." She cupped her fists toward the elderly Lord Qian.

Impulsively, I cast my Wild Reconnaissance skill. A purple six-pointed star mark branded itself onto his waist. Fortunately, although the specific attributes were not revealed, his name finally appeared above his head.

Meiling just stared at me for a few moments before a look of sudden realization crossed her face, and she pointed at me, shouting excitedly.

She gave me a sideways glance, then pursed her lips and said, "That is how you thought about it. Why would you think that way? I treat you as a friend, so why would you think of me like that and say such things about me?" She turned her face away, angry with me, yet this anger did not seem entirely genuine—it was rather strange.

Long afterward, I learned that that instructor was a super combat hero who had been awarded two Special-Class Merits, seven First-Class Merits, dozens of Second-Class Merits, and countless Third-Class Merits, yet he had lost an arm and a leg while earning his final Special-Class Merit.

"Very well, let's not speak of this anymore. Didn't you want to spar with me? Then let us begin," Meng Wuyu felt a profound sense of warmth welling up in his heart, a gentle smile gracing his face as he laughed heartily.

As for how to train this troop, he currently had not the slightest clue and could only stay here, carefully studying the tactical manual left behind by the old man.

Even so, certain matters would still drive him into a frenzy, and an even more intensified frenzy at that, which alone was enough to prove his temperament.

Mu Yunxi remained silent without answering, merely walking slowly to the edge of the pavilion, a trace of helplessness flashing through her deep eyes while her light blue sleeves fluttered in the wind.

At this moment, she truly believed that this damn place was the Blood Demon Trial Ground—a trial ground jointly established by the seven major academies. It was simply too terrifying; the heavens really knew how to toy with people, causing her to encounter large-scale blood demons the very moment she entered the Three Realms Heaven.

"Something the matter?" The smile on Mo Xiao's face was neither overly enthusiastic nor particularly cold, but to a fiercely popular superstar, that equated to contempt.

Yun Yang gently laid down Yun Xiu, who was in his arms, watched him by the bedside for quite a while, and then turned and left the room.

"Heh." Liang Qingcheng gave another faint smile, then carried Guangguang and walked outside, followed closely by Qin Qin.

Xie Yu shook his head: "I have all the materials." He had also gone out a few times these past few days. The treasures in his old snakeskin bag were naturally all stored inside the coffee villa, but substitutes—such as needles, alcohol, and the like—had already been prepared during his outings.

Qianwu waved her hand: "Go!" Coincidentally, she also wanted to find out who wanted her life. This laxative was not croton, but red-leaf purge; a mere fingernail-sized amount of this herb could cause someone to purge multiple times, and there were probably several plants' worth mixed in here. If she had eaten much more, she would have purged herself to the point of collapse and death.

Moreover, that sudden whistle and the hastily departing experts most likely meant that Feng Ning had encountered an accident.

However, how could this divine dragon be born from this place? And why did it carry Ye Shiqi down before flying away?

A smile lingered on Lin Luoran's lips, though inwardly she remained calm, slowly sorting out the relationships among the people she knew, their strengths, and their stances as either friends or foes to her.

Xianglong sighed and said, "Alas, for now we can only wait until King Yaluo wakes up." As he spoke, he suddenly squatted down and clutched his foot.

Vaguely grasping his meaning, she conjecturally asked, "Are you saying someone is imitating ancient medicine, trying to help Jiang Hongxiu reattach his severed arm?" But right after I finished asking, he shook his head and rejected the idea himself: "No, there is a contradiction in this." Following that, he furrowed his brow slightly, deep in thought.

She just turned and walked away like that. It wasn't until she had walked some ten meters out to the dormitory door that I snapped out of it and hurriedly chased after her.

Yet the old man who had been hiding behind him just a moment ago had now vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

Walkthroughs were only an auxiliary tool after all; whether one could successfully pass still depended on the team's coordination, and in that regard, Qian Cheng could not be of any help.

"Then what about Du Xiangyuan? What is wrong with him?" Of the three, he seemed to me the most normal, just like at this moment—his emotions were very low, with a faint, deep sorrow between his brows. I believe his relationship with Wu Yan and her husband must have been exceptionally good.

Though I was bold, waking up in the middle of the night, half-asleep and needing the restroom, only to suddenly see a ghost standing in front of your bed—no amount of daring was enough for that.

I let out a long sigh, feeling that the problems I couldn't figure out had not decreased at all; instead, they had multiplied, making one's heart flutter with anxiety.

"Hehe, then I won't stand on ceremony. I didn't expect you, Liushui, to look so unserious yet still possess gentlemanly manners." An iceberg blooming—that possessed a unique charm.

Yet as for asking Cheng Teli to borrow money from the local police station officers, he would rather chew on compressed rations than lose face like that. Seeing this, the other special police officers knew they wouldn't be getting any boxed meals tonight, and with a stroke of bad luck, they picked up their compressed rations.