59: Chapter 59 Two geniuses break records, but the leadership only focuses on the pretty but talentless school beauty?

Ye Qingcheng seemed afraid that Liu Lang would run away; she hooked her arm through his and wouldn't let go, occasionally brushing her chest against him, which left Liu Lang feeling frustrated and pent-up.

"You!" Liu Pengchi was furious; he raised his fist, intending to punch Ye Chen in the face to teach this brat, who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth and lacked respect for his elders, a lesson.

These villagers held various gifts in their hands; some carried baskets filled with fresh eggs, others toted cages containing plump domestic chickens, and some cradled bundles of fresh vegetables, their colors bright and enticing.

The Count had intended to help his envoy save face, but when he turned around and saw that the person his envoy was pointing at was Lu Xichen, he panicked instantly.

At the same time, that sharp arrow, radiating a biting, cold light, surged toward Su Yan, aiming straight for his heart.

Fu Mingji leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, wearing a wine-red shirt and sunglasses, looking somewhat nonchalant.

As the person most dissatisfied with Zhong Chuyun, Mei Dexing naturally found Ye Chen most displeasing; upon hearing Ye Chen's words, he immediately laughed and mocked him.

After all, having consumed two bowls of Millennium Drunk, Su Yan and Ouyang Qingfeng must have been drunk long ago, and in a state of complete unconsciousness; coupled with this "Heart Like a Mirror" state, it made people believe it without a doubt.

However, unlike that day when he stood in front of Zhu Taizhong, this time, when facing this divine ability again, he did not retreat a single step.

Perhaps because Qiu Yinuo's injury and the sacrifice of Yu Dazhuang and the others had greatly affected Erbao, he had never once slacked off in his martial arts training.

Yet, after calling out for a long time, she received no response from Gong Cheng, and she even heard footsteps gradually fading away.

"Just drop me off here; it's only a few more steps to where I live." Ji Yuyou unbuckled her seatbelt, eager to get out of the car.

Even if he were to perish on this path of immortality, at least he had pursued it. A look of tenacity appeared in Ji Yu's eyes, while a surge of heroic spirit rose in his heart; he sat cross-legged on the balcony and began to practice his cultivation technique.

As he took this step, the sword qi that had been hurtling toward him paused for an instant, but then continued to charge at him, though its speed was clearly much slower than before.

"Yunzi, what I mean is, don't you feel like something is different?" I asked again.

However, Qin Wu was disappointed; if Xiao Mo couldn't see Gong Cheng, then she wouldn't have a chance to see him either, and there was no way to let Gong Cheng know about her situation.

Qian'er could naturally understand Jing Xuan's feelings, but she was naturally more composed; she took a few shallow sips of warm tea and did not say much more.

Niu Lie and Sun Haochi did not get too close to the black castle, merely observing from a distance, intending to leave immediately after seeing the Princess and the Young Lord of the Thunderbird Clan.

Su Xingsu smiled hideously, reaching out to stroke the air as if he were caressing Feng Yuan's delicate face below.

Liang Zeyu looked smug when he saw Chu Haoyuan arrive; by the look of it, he was clearly the one who had tipped him off, otherwise, how could Chu Haoyuan have appeared here?

Too lazy to dig a well, yet praying to the heavens for rain; too lazy to work, yet praying for a bountiful harvest; too lazy to cultivate, yet seeking immortality—do you think that works?

The Chengnan District is the political and economic center of Qingcheng City; the Municipal Committee, the Municipal Government, as well as the municipal departments and various major bureaus all have their offices in this district.

The White stone on the lower star point extends one line to the right, a rather aggressive and proactive move. If it had pulled back one line, Black might have extended three lines from the bottom right corner, which would have formed a pattern of mutual enclosure, equally viable, but it would have been a different game entirely.

"Yan, I treated you so well, and yet you betrayed me at a critical moment!" Liao Jingdan pouted, accusing Wang Zhongming with deep grievance. Wang Zhongming didn't know whether to console her or say nothing, sitting there awkwardly, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Based on the level of cosmic warfare I currently understand, simple energy shields can hardly provide effective defense against light-speed cannons." Gao Shuai answered without much confidence. Because the data he possessed came from the era when the Heavenly Court was the primary weapon of war; honestly, that era was too far removed from the present.

Banli hurriedly ordered the carriage to stop, leading Liu Heipi and the others forward to pay their respects and bid farewell to each person, thanking them for seeing them off.

"Hey, returning to the competition after so many years, how does it feel?" Lin Haitao asked with a smile—there is an old saying, 'close the door and be the emperor.' In one's own home, one can say whatever one wants.

White blocks on the fourth line in the upper right, creating a ko threat; Park Ji-hyeon is preparing to force a ko fight in the upper left corner.

Seeing his younger brother's foot bleeding, he panicked immediately; ignoring his grandmother, he knelt down to help clean his brother's wound. Seeing that the bleeding was severe, he wanted to carry him to the medical clinic to get it bandaged.

At twenty, I pondered life, considering how the trajectory of this life should go, but I could never find the answer.

He immediately resorted to a desperate, fearless fighting style, leaping into the air with his long blade gripped tightly in his hand, charging straight at Li Zhongxuan.

Love is never about having to be together, nor is it about old flames or new loves; it is about protecting the other person with your life while they, in turn, protect you with theirs.

This news had long since spread throughout the Qianqing Palace, so by the time Empress Zhang had walked over, she had already heard about it.

Qin Hao knew this was an excellent training opportunity; he activated the Thousand-Faced Demon Monkey ability, instantly transforming into the appearance of the old man from room 603 of the psychiatric hospital. With the addition of two Imitation Fruit replicas, his imitation rate was already approaching ninety-nine percent, and in his mind, dynamic images of the old man practicing boxing suddenly appeared.

Just as Chu Xiangxiang's foot was about to touch the bald man's head, he raised his arm, intending to defend.