Chapter 109: I Want to Invest in You

Zeng Li regretted asking Lin Ran to send her home last night. Although Xiao Lin had grown up and was no longer a child but an adult, the teacher-student relationship still existed—this was a shackle, a red line.

The more Zeng Li thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. She had to remind Lin Ran once again, lest he mention last night at her house. If that got out, how could she face anyone at school? She would surely become the laughingstock of all teachers and students.

Zeng Li arrived at the corridor stairwell and called Lin Ran.

“Jing’er,” Xiong Yuan called out after finishing a song, slightly drunk. Just now, Zhao Fei had seen her son.

What mysteries did the dream realm still hold? Was there some connection between that towering presence emitting strange waves and the revered Kṣitigarbha in this world?

“When the king commands, King Jing must not be killed!” When Li Xin was ordered in Xianyang, Zhao Zheng had already instructed that King Jing must live.

“The king still commands that the lord serve as Chief Minister. If you feel guilty, why not persuade the king to change his heir?” Li Yuan pressed on.

The laws of fate enveloped the entire planet, controlling everything within it.

Once, I left Baruch a ring and a divine decree. The promise attached to the ring was to thank the Baruch family for preserving Delinkovart’s sanctuary for over five thousand years. As for the ring itself, it was meant for Lin Lei.

Xiang Ling sometimes slept late and couldn’t get up. He would go alone, but most of the time, the two of them held hands going and coming back, treating it as their morning exercise.

Yan Zimeng, Chen Xu, and Xu Tao resisted together, while Yu Xian begged desperately. Yan Zimeng was skilled but couldn’t protect the others. Chen Xu and Xu Tao were knocked unconscious; Yu Xian was restrained and unable to move. Helpless, Yan Zimeng surrendered and was dragged by four thugs into a private room.

“If Qin attacks me, I will seek the alliance of Han, Wei, Zhao, and Yan to resist Qin,” Huang Xie declared with unwavering conviction.

“Actually... it’s nothing much! I just wanted to ask about the next scene,” Yan Zimeng suddenly lifted his head, biting his lip lightly as if cheering himself on, then nodded solemnly.

“Xun Nu,” Tang Li put on her robe and stood behind him, leaning on his shoulder as they watched the flow of cars and people outside.

“...” What could Chu Tao say? He could only admit that it was no wonder Master Lianxu was so rare. The Three Pills of Heaven, Earth, and Spirit were hard to come by but manageable. Fighting a Perfect Body, however, was exceedingly difficult.

Teacher Yu was shocked by Xiao Yu’s unconventional method, dumbfounded as he took the beautiful box from Xiao Yu’s hands. Just then, Uncle Lin brought in the cake, and Xiao Yu asked him to help distribute it.

The first path was undoubtedly easier and more convenient; as long as one was strong enough, the church would not abandon them.

Fifty ironclad zombies—after sorting through the spoils seized by Cyrus, they could still be armed.

Cui Hao’s head throbbed fiercely. Turning back to his tent, he wanted a sip of tea but recalled the tea might be medicated. Unsure if it had been changed, he decided to return to his own camp.

A Jiao, on a whim, flicked her finger, drenching the lecturer from head to toe with a basin of foot-washing water.

Beneath the Dragon King Temple, the space was hollowed out; the walls on both sides were smooth as mirrors, reflecting a fiery red flood dragon bound by iron chains.

“Hmph, at least you know your place!” Qing Niu said gruffly, maintaining his composure as he awaited news.

However, the flintlock gun had its own shortcomings. It was loaded from the front, requiring separate loading of powder and bullet, making operation complicated and incapable of rapid fire.

Then, she watched cheerfully as he chased her from afar. The great distance made her laugh with delight.

Villagers surrounded their thatched cottage. Even people from neighboring villages, upon hearing the news, rushed over.

The unborn child in her womb had come at the worst time. Though Turandot raised her hands high, inside her body, her internal energy had already flowed near the fetus. If she resolved to act, a slight movement would ensure the child could not survive.