Chapter 35

Cheng Jiadong was puzzled. As a game developer, the term "stock" seemed completely meaningless to him, didn't it?

At this moment, Lin Yue’s mind was a whirlwind of complex thoughts. Even he felt profoundly shocked by the scene he had just witnessed.

Hearing her scream, Qi Fengqian felt a jolt of alarm. He moved to rush over and check on her, but remembering Lanyu Weiyin’s words from earlier, he gritted his teeth, turned his head away, and ignored her.

Hearing Zhou say this, Lu Yiheng finally felt a sense of relief, and he squeezed her hand tighter.

Later, he had developed some ideas, but was told by the Main God that he had to observe for a month before returning to the Main God Space.

But who could have guessed she would ask, "Are you not capable anymore?" The Fourth Master could not tolerate this, and thus began his "capable" nightlife.

This was the first time he had ever encountered someone capable of discovering a Reincarnator’s identity without any slip-ups and despite the Main God’s concealment—after all, even the world consciousness itself had failed to detect Lin Yue’s presence.

Facing Su Li’s almost blatant sarcasm, Principal Zhang showed no anger, instead responding with a foolish, honest smile.

Everything Lin Xiao said was true; he had indeed been nominated for Outstanding Teacher. As for whether he would actually be selected, he didn't really care.

Xiang Ruyun took the money directly from Jiang Yichen’s hand and shoved it into Xiang Lingtian’s.

I was extremely surprised and wanted to pull Fulin aside to ask what was going on, but he only offered a gentle, mysterious smile before striding away, leaving me completely bewildered.

"Today you harbor murderous intent, seeking to kill this deity—this is the cause! But if I were to stop now, wouldn't you all owe me a life according to the law of karma?" A trace of something eerie flickered in Xiang Gangtian’s eyes, as if he were calculating something.

Suddenly, a roar echoed out. I looked up to see the Golden Snake rip an empty tombstone from the ground nearby and charge straight at me.

"If I had known her plan beforehand, I certainly would have stopped her! I don't need her to take such risks for me!" I shouted, my body trembling slightly from agitation.

Hearing this, Tong Tian nodded and sprinted toward the assassin, his weapon morphing into a dagger.

If Bi Wuren dared to come, he must have arranged scouts within the city. The moment the army moved, news would surely reach his ears. An ambush was, in fact, an impossibility.

Just as Dongfang Ling struggled with her thoughts, Daoist Yunkong grew even more impatient. With a flick of his mind, the low-level cultivators around him began bleeding from their seven orifices and collapsed to the ground.

The Fatty craved victory, while Jiang Liang viewed victory as a matter of course. In this respect, Jiang Liang was undoubtedly more relaxed in his mindset and thus better able to perform at his true potential.

However, his strategy was quite successful, though Wang Fan had long anticipated that the power of his Blood Moon Kill could not achieve a one-hit kill.

Her heart skipped a beat again. She struggled to recall the previous moments. When exactly did Cao Yimo’s expression change? Right, it was from the moment her mother-in-law answered that phone call from her father-in-law. Could it be that Cao Yimo had truly developed feelings for her father-in-law?

"Jokes like this are best repeated often," Yan Yifeng said with an evil, charming smile, sweeping Ling Luoqi up into his arms.

For the past half-month, he had been busy with business abroad, and the moment he returned, he hurried to Yun University without a moment's rest.

Don't be fooled by how easily the Twitch seemed to secure those kills; in reality, one wrong step, even a split-second of impulsiveness, could have cost him his life. It was just like the purple team’s ADC, who impulsively flashed to kill Braum, only to be saved when Twitch used Heal on his support.

During this period, he did not hesitate to expend his stamina to replenish the system's power, which left him in a state of extreme fatigue throughout his winter break, causing everyone around him to worry for a long time.

Fu Ye’s heart softened, and he bent down to scoop her up—the same bridal carry he had used a few days prior when her knee was injured.

Seeing the newspaper, Cao Ruoxi’s gaze dimmed slightly, and she let out a nearly imperceptible sigh.

The crisp ringing of the bell drowned out the sound of the textile machines. Before long, the workers gathered at the workshop door, and in no time, everyone had arrived.

In *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, the only ones who knew the complete cultivation method for the North Divine Art were Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui. Duan Yu, believing it to be an evil art, destroyed the manual without finishing it and only practiced a portion. Xuzhu possessed the internal energy of the North Divine Art but lacked the cultivation method entirely.

Since Christmas, Chelsea had lost count of how many times they had been scored against by headers.

The most furious was naturally the Soul-Devouring Emperor, for as Xiao Yan joined the fray, the Chimi tribe began a frantic process of possession. With Xiao Yan’s interference, the proportion of bodies the Soul-Devouring Emperor could control was rapidly plummeting.

The grass nearby was littered with wine jars, and liquid flowed across the ground; the rich fragrance of wine was intoxicating.

Trembling within, Xiao Yan rushed forward. As he dodged, he lashed out with his sleeve again, condensing ten thousand swords into a giant blade a hundred feet long, which then came crashing down upon Xiao Yan.

By the time I reacted, it was too late to turn back. The two-finger-wide porcelain shard sliced heavily across my dark-colored undergarments. My grip loosened, and the shard flew off, carried away by the momentum of the strike.