Chapter 29: Shiver, Shiver, Shiver...

An hour and a half later, Yan Jin’s lecture concluded, and he began to interact with the students nearby.

Chu Qiao received a message from her teacher urging her to leave immediately and to stop thinking about hosting Yan Jin. Good grief, it seems the leadership team in charge of the reception had been left with some serious psychological trauma. Chu Qiao was happy to be off the hook, so she slipped away quietly with Lu Jingtian.

It was already eleven o'clock. When Chu Qiao returned to the classroom with Lu Jingtian, their conversation turned to Tang Mingyi, who spoke quite highly of Liu Zhu. One could see the bigger picture from the bustle of Nanshi; in the unique and challenging circumstances of Tongcheng, Liu Zhu’s ability to ensure the peace and prosperity of the common people was truly an extraordinary feat.

This adorable system administrator—how could a name like 9527 possibly fit?

Zhou Tong was indeed jolted awake by the shout. He grunted twice and forced his eyes open, only to see Tang Mingyi standing in the hall, looking down at him with a very grim expression.

Therefore, choosing to sell real estate and storefronts at this time was an incredibly unwise decision.

If he hadn't known the plot, Lester would have found it hard to imagine that Viego’s wife would turn into such a monster after her death.

At high noon, when the sunlight should have been most intense, the Zhaohua Palace was draped in heavy black curtains, not allowing a single ray of light to penetrate.

In this world, the common people operated on a silver-standard currency system. Although Xie Yu had ways to acquire silver, he declined a few times; unable to refuse further, he eventually accepted it and offered his sincere thanks.

After attending the premiere and interacting with his "friendly" fans, Pu Jie returned to his hotel.

Even without any embellishment, Zhao Yanlin knew after hearing the story that if it weren't handled properly, it would lead to a feud. After all, everyone’s child is precious; why was the child of your family more noble, and why blame others for studying too well just because yours didn't test well?

Tang Mingyi was aware of this, yet he did not understand the underlying reasons. He only knew that the public did not actually understand the specific circumstances of the person he had killed, and that rumors in the streets, fueled by various agendas, had ultimately led to this outcome.

The night was as dark as ink. A few dark clouds hung in the desolate sky, with the faint light of brilliant stars and a crescent moon shining through them.

"Speaking of which, this Lan Xianzhui is truly a romantic and sentimental man. I remember now—the one Lan Xianzhui truly loves is that runaway princess from the Huaguo Kingdom, Yun Nongyue. It is her that the eldest royal brother cannot stop thinking about, isn't it?" Chu Jinlin laughed triumphantly.

A bizarre roar erupted from the throat of the Death God of Heavenly Sin. In this state of near-manic combat, its power seemed to be fully unleashed. Yet, in the confrontation with the supreme god-demon Shifang Jumie, it still struggled to gain the upper hand, managing only to delay the inevitable with great difficulty.

Huzi was angry, but he couldn't bring himself to truly stay mad at Gu Yanran. "Sixth Sister, don't bully me anymore in the future." By saying this, Huzi signaled that he had forgiven her.

He waited for a while, and seeing that Tan Meigui had not replied to his message, he thought it was for the best. He let it go and stopped thinking about it.

As the group exchanged messages, they unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the square. Looking out, they saw people coming and going, carrying various fruits and fine wines, while some men hoisted tables and chairs, all heading toward the center of the square.

I do not know how much time had passed, but those hundred blank illustrated guides had all been damaged and were scattered throughout the cave dwelling. Yuan Futu remained focused, holding the Linyou Blade, his gaze fixed on that one remaining spatial guide, yet he was unable to make the first cut.

Watching his figure slowly move away, Nan was lost in a daze, unable to describe the feeling in her heart.

Yuan Futu tried to circulate his realm energy according to that sword intent and discovered that the energy emerging was gradually turning a deep purple, containing an endless, biting sharpness.

This time, she was surprised to find that the background of the painting was very familiar. Upon closer inspection, she recognized it as the terrace of the Han family. In the bottom right corner of the painting, she discovered the date: X month, X day, three years ago. If she remembered correctly, her cousin’s date of death was not before this, but after—specifically, two days later.