Chapter Sixty-One: Are You Teaching Me How to Do Things?

Just at that moment, the call connected, and Yan Xuan rose and moved aside to answer it.

"Hey, Xiao Yan, where are you? Come up to the second floor later, the association has arranged dinner."

"Director, I've come down, but I haven't seen you."

"Oh, then find a place to sit first. I'm with the teacher. I need to..."

"No, this isn't evidence, but regarding me giving Zuo Li a car, only you seem to know who bought it. And those photos, they were clearly taken with intent. Do you take me for a fool? How could so many coincidences happen at once?" Xu Bingbing stared seriously at Wang Xiaoxi and pressed her for an answer.

On the way, he wasn't idle either. Flames danced in his hands, slowly gathering into threads, then woven into a fiery lotus.

He opened the map and let out a sigh of relief—the arena was a circular field, one kilometer in diameter, drawn out amid the desert.

Yang Lian laughed and said, "Your Majesty's concern for the people is so urgent, how could we delay? Let us go at once." With that, he summoned his waiting family member outside to bring word home, and went straight on his way.

Su Zhe's intentions were seen through, and Wu Zi refused him, which left him somewhat embarrassed. He coughed lightly and scratched the back of his head to cover the awkwardness.

Looking at Chi Xiuke under the night, Xiao Xiao's mind flashed with a phrase: beauty that glows.

A dozen martial artists with second or third-tier spirit wheels—it would be troublesome to break through. Should he consider the terms offered by that burly man earlier?

Tang Xiaofu thought the same in her heart. The tomatoes she’d eaten in her previous life tasted far worse than these—perhaps because those greenhouse tomatoes lacked the natural greenness of these.

Just as Long Yun was about to leave, a sudden, panicked voice came from outside. Long Yun had never heard it before—it must be one of the newly arrived cooks.

It was worth noting that Yuan Dafang had scheduled the match for six in the evening. That meant no time was set aside for any group training. In fact, not only was there no time for training, even rest breaks were barely adequate.

Nowadays, there are indeed many people over a hundred years old, and it is said that those at the War God level might even live past two hundred. Yet, as things stand, the strongest War God is not yet one hundred! After all, the new human race only began to emerge a hundred years ago.

Hearing these conversations, the crowd, who had only just begun to feel a glimmer of hope, were plunged back into a pit of despair. Their faces turned ashen, lifeless, as if all vitality had drained away.

At this moment, Lin Feng had only one feeling: he wanted to whip Zhao Ning'er dozens of times to vent his rage.

The Summit of Heaven was shrouded in mist all year round, with fine rain drifting, the clouds shifting endlessly around the mountainside, adorning the entire peak.

In his hand, a True Martial divine weapon appeared. Using all his strength, he thrust it at Scarlett’s brow.

Before him, a dialogue box suddenly appeared, code from a program scrolling rapidly across its surface.

In the vast sky, the blood-red vulture spat a mouthful of blood, shed its beast form, and reverted to the vulture-faced, human-bodied Blood Vulture.

Before the Shadow was destroyed, the Prince of Li could speak as equals with the Shadow Lord, which proved he was no weakling.

This method, though shameless and somewhat disgraceful, was undoubtedly the best. With Li Jing's cultivation, she simply couldn't destroy this treasure tower.

Hearing the warm greetings over and over, Yan Zhen felt a soft warmth rising within him.

Helian Jinyan waited at the city gate for two hours, but saw no sign of the carriages from Han. Growing impatient, he asked the guards and learned that Princess Jielan's carriage had already entered the city, escorted in by the Left Wise King’s men. He could only return and report this truthfully to his uncle, Helian Tuoru.

"Looks like you won’t yield unless you’re beaten to the ground," Scarface Wang Batian growled viciously.