Chapter 40 Classmates

"Furthermore, she should possess formidable combat capabilities. Did you see that? When her roommate passed by, there was a look of adoration in her eyes. If I'm not mistaken, the two of them have witnessed her prowess in battle."

And it was undoubtedly of a high caliber.

Teacher 2 looked at Xiao Ningxue's departing back with a trace of regret.

Why wasn't she a student of the combat department?

Unaware that the two instructors had developed a sudden appreciation for talent, Xiao Ningxue returned to her dormitory, freshened up, and felt ready to—

"Both Saints of the Buddhist sect have personally given me their consent; any further obstruction from them would be completely lacking in decorum," Li Hao said.

"The Demon clan and the Saint clan are merely cooperating temporarily. Within this battlefield, the human race possesses the weakest strength and occupies the fewest mines. It won't be long before they are defeated by the Demon and Saint clans. In the end, things will return to the way they used to be, so you must not lower your guard," Xuanbing said.

"Let me softly tell you, the stars in the heavens are waiting. Share your loneliness, your joy..." Zhao Lanchun's pure and sweet timbre immediately drew heartfelt applause from everyone.

Xuanbing glanced at me, left the quartermaster's office with a grievance-laden expression, and Xiao Ming uttered a brief "Farewell" before chasing after the departed Xuanbing, while Guilingzi and Tu Lie eagerly tagged along behind them.

This building had been erected many years ago. Even though Jamie's penthouse suite was an extension added just last year, it could not alter the defect of the building's internal structure being somewhat aged and outdated, such as the lack of direct elevator access to the residence.

Huaiyuan's gaze suddenly turned complex. It wasn't that he found Cangnan's emotions difficult to understand; if anything, he could empathize deeply.

Thus, one deliberately concealing the truth while the other remained innocently oblivious, the two of them left this soul-devouring hospital.

"Are you still Ye Li?" Qin Lang asked in disbelief. Something had gone terribly wrong; Ye Li wasn't like this. She might be humble, she might be cowardly, she might feel helpless, but she shouldn't be like this.

However, Wu Yan merely hesitated with a shy blush before taking the initiative to help me undress, then gently seated herself upon my body.

A golden feathered arrow plummeted, piercing the ground not far away. Though called a feathered arrow, it was a full zhang in length, with astonishingly large fletchings that trembled incessantly, imbued with an unimaginable and terrifying force.

Brother Xiao let out a laugh almost too faint to hear. His face was caked in ash, and his pupil-less eyes appeared all the more terrifying, yet his expression was genuinely and truly smiling, as if he were reminiscing about some exceptionally sweet memory of the past.

The soldier's tone was less than courteous, sounding somewhat disdainful toward Xiao Fu. While delivering meals to these soldiers, she had indeed overheard some gossip; the soldiers harbored a certain degree of discontent toward Xiao Fu simply because he walked with a limp.

The man's sworn brother lunged forward, attempting to block her path, but was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of her blade.

Cen Qing lacked enthusiasm, suddenly feeling a twinge of longing for Gu Yanzhi, and wondered if he had eaten his breakfast properly today.

At this moment, Ling Yueyan was truly utterly feeble, deep in sleep without the slightest shred of consciousness, otherwise, she would surely have heard this Third Senior Brother, whom she had thought to be mute, actually speaking.

When Xiao Yihan spoke that final sentence, Zhao Yanfeng always felt as though she hadn't finished her words. In particular, the parting glance Xiao Yihan gave her was fierce, cold, and immensely terrifying, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the look Song Ruoyi had given her all those years ago.

Therefore, could this be signaling to her that Mu Yunyi didn't think poorly of her either, or perhaps was already re-evaluating her and finding her rather commendable?

Cen Qing suddenly reached out, pressing down on Wen Yuan's shoulders, sliding a hand down to catch him by the wrist, twisting it in the opposite direction, and directly pinning him against the door panel with his own hand.

The five of them had known each other for over two years, having shared life-and-death trials and drunk the fiercest liquor together across the vast grasslands. Even if not bound by blood, they were closer than kin.

After running for some ten-odd minutes, losing count of the numerous turns taken, and hearing no further movement behind us, we finally found a relatively small, empty stone platform and sat down.