Volume One, Chapter 74: The Alternate Identity Surfing the Internet

After reading through the comment section and witnessing the fierce arguments between the CP fans, Shen Chaowu felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. Just as she was about to exit, her finger slipped and she accidentally replied to "Slowly, Slowly" with an emoji. It happened to be a reaction to the comment reminding fans to go to bed early... and the emoji was one flipping the middle finger.

Bai Chenfeng observed them coldly. In this place, the law of the jungle was unmistakably apparent. He had expected Qin Jie to keep pressing his advantage, but to his surprise, Qin Jie pushed her away after only a few seconds of kissing.

“Hmph, if you were really hiding a powerhouse at the Chakra Realm, you’d pretend not to know anything instead of acting like you’re facing a formidable enemy. Stand down,” Li Shui said.

Given the Chief Minister He Tiren’s current state of health, it was likely that within three to five years, Xu Furen would take over the reins of government.

Yuan Ling’er glanced back at Mo Xiao, then shot Ling Xi an unwilling glare. With a disgruntled huff, she turned and entered the house.

Although it had been a long time since they’d last met or spoken, and although the other’s corruption and fall from grace had left a terrible impression, Meteor still couldn’t bring himself to harden his heart and refuse.

After dinner, Lin Kongkong eagerly volunteered to wash the dishes, taking over Jiang Yang’s task and speaking at length about how grateful he was for such a sumptuous meal.

Now, Mu Jin Qian and Mu Jin Ran also knew about Li Xue’s work and couldn’t help but be a little curious.

But since he’d been hired by the Jia Family, both etiquette and reason demanded that Sun Shaozong inform them first, lest he be accused of arrogance or ingratitude.

Relying on a single Xuan Frost Blade, he cut down mercenary after mercenary as easily as chopping vegetables, as if they were nothing more than ordinary spirit beasts.

This black puppet possessed nearly double the strength of a typical first-level Blood Exchange practitioner. If it had been anyone else at the early stage of Blood Exchange, close combat with such a creature would have left them with severe injuries.

“Do you think this thing might be connected to what happened back then?” Mo Mo suddenly asked, her eyes lighting up.

The power of fate that had been gathering around the sacrificial altar was no longer suppressed. It surged quickly into the manifestation of fate, which suddenly expanded, looming above the altar and overseeing the vast, primeval land.

Zhao Shiling spoke softly, her tone tinged with shyness. She wondered, it was odd with Yang Ling—why did he suddenly lean in like that while they were just walking? Really, what was he thinking?

Qi Zixiao had no idea how the fertilizer had been made, but even if she did, it wouldn’t matter—Earth surely didn’t have access to the necessary materials right now.

Zuo Ping looked resigned, clearly familiar with Lei Xiaotian’s ways. He automatically filtered out his pointless words, and the oppressive aura he’d previously carried had long since faded away.

As for these two men, astonishingly, they both bore the surname Wu and were from the same village’s Wu clan. There was, inevitably, some distant kinship, and in fact, they were relatives from Madam Lü Wu’s maternal side.

The young man didn’t stop after just one sword strike. Taking advantage of the pain, he landed a flying kick square on the head of the man-eating lizard as it turned toward him.

Xiao Su recalled how he’d gripped her neck in a moment of drunken impulse. God, he’d been drinking—what on earth had he done under the influence?

“It’s beautiful! Just a bit too revealing though!” Xiao Zifeng couldn’t help but blurt out the truth.

“No way, I haven’t hit you yet!” Zhao Shiling shook her head, both fists raised as she made a show of preparing to punch Yang Ling.

An hour later, Chen Tianyu slowly finished his cultivation. He slipped the bracelet back onto his wrist. The strange glow gradually dimmed and soon disappeared completely.

Today was already the last day of October, which meant the dark days of October were finally behind us. All the teachers and students at our school, having spent the month on edge, were about to make it through this black October at last. Almost everyone felt happy and considered themselves quite lucky.

Gexin had no idea what had happened—she was simply ordered by Feng Lifeng to go to Li Jiaxu’s laboratory.