Chapter Seventy-Six: Competition of Treasures and Artistry (Part Three)

Fatty Zuo’s beady green eyes flashed with a fierce light. Suddenly, he pulled out the golden silk waist token he carried and, facing the raging demonic wind, shouted loudly, “Get out!”
The demonic wind seemed to be blown away by Fatty Zuo’s shout—a gust swept past and vanished before their eyes.
Everyone at the scene was stunned, including Lin Shengyao.
Lin Shengyao saw Fatty Zuo’s...
“But you… you chose this major just for him?” Back then, Yun Anning and Xiang Lichen both aimed for the University of Magic City. They worked together toward that goal, but she never knew Yun Anning even chose the same major just to be with Xiang Lichen.
This was her habit. No matter how much she adored those dogs, the moment she interacted with animals, it was her routine to clean herself thoroughly. However tired she was, she would never lie in bed without bathing first.
Even though Qiu Ningning was mentally prepared and ready to face such an outcome, when she was outshone by Ruan Mengmeng, her heart was still filled with overwhelming resentment.
He could feel the coldness surrounding the young master, but even more so, he sensed the young master’s deep suppression within.
At this moment, the Shen family’s bodyguards, along with the steward whose face was wrapped in bandages, had already been subdued by his men.
Having completed her task, Yun Qingxue turned and left the stage. As she lowered her head, a single tear slid down her cheek.
“She refuses to see you. That’s not my problem.” Dan Moyan brought over two armchairs, letting Su Lan sit first before taking a seat himself.
My face was flushed with embarrassment. I was the one who brought them here, and at such a late hour. Everyone’s gaze was less than friendly.
Saburo Hashimoto restarted his livestream, using the rear camera of his phone, slowly turning it to film the situation in Beishan Village.
Elder Qiu’s expression turned icy as he instantly drew a dagger, glaring fiercely at Teacher Jin before stabbing it viciously into his throat.
It’s simply inevitable. You can’t expect a sumo wrestler to challenge Bolt in a hundred-meter dash—Cain wasn’t strong enough to defy the laws of physics.
Thor slammed his wine glass heavily onto the table, clearly displeased. He glared at He Ping, the corners of his mouth and his beard still stained with wine, his expression deeply troubled.
Qing Yu had just fallen asleep, her mind still hazy, when she heard that angry shout.
Before entering the arena, Han Lize told her: winning or losing doesn’t matter; what’s important is that you’ve made it to the final stage.
Regarding the question from the Xiongnu envoy, Zhang Liao felt that Lü Bu’s actions were rather impulsive. The Xiongnu from Yun Du were indeed arrogant, but Lü Bu’s massacre would surely enrage the Xiongnu Left Wise King, and another war was imminent.
Although the reporters didn’t manage to interview Old Master Qiao, everyone could see that his health had recovered, nothing as serious as the rumors had claimed.
The voice sounded young, yet his manner was calm and unhurried. Seeing so many people come and go each day, he had developed some skill in reading others.
Fifteen days had passed since Zhou Huan’s arrival. After his meeting with the Black Princesses, he began holding roundtable discussions at the Swan Hotel in the kingdom.
This was not reckless probing or greed—she patted the bear, solemnly promising she would never do such things.
Because the time had not yet come and Yan Xirou and her sister had not arrived, Qin Fang chatted with the two of them for a while.
Gao Shun’s formation of elite troops hadn’t been deployed; their journey and sudden return to Chang’an seemed merely a diversion.
Legend says that the red spider lily is the most beautiful flower in the world—it lets people see the most beautiful places in their hearts.
As the cheers of Manchester United fans erupted, Li Liang already knew what would happen next.