Chapter 44: Misunderstanding

Although Jiang Zhixun did not show up, his meals were delivered punctually to the front desk of the guesthouse every day.

Whenever he sent them, Shen Qingqing would eat.

Having endured so much hardship on her trip to the Great Northwest, there was no need for her to bicker with Jiang Zhixun over trivial matters.

Now that someone was bringing food right downstairs, she could save herself some energy and avoid having to trudge to the cafeteria.

If Jiang Zhixun ever stopped sending food one day, she would simply go get her own meals; either way, she had no intention of starving herself.

Jiang Zhixun had imagined that if Shen...

This batch was luxury merchandise just recently shipped from overseas. Before it could even be dispatched to the Imperial City, Bai Hai had already gotten word of it.

Guo Honglei’s military uniform was soaked with sweat, and beads of perspiration rolled down his temples, continuously dripping onto the ground. With a cold expression, he said, "You dare to do it, yet lack the guts to own up to it? What kind of hero do you call yourself?" As he spoke, he gradually increased his force, forcing his opponent back step by step.

A baby born at seven months may live, but an eight-month premature baby is unlikely to survive—this is a widely circulated folk saying.

"The Supreme One has no need for politeness!" the four avatars—Wood Taoist, Gold Taoist, Ice Taoist, and Fire Taoist—all said in loud voices.

"Hmph, spare me that routine. If you agree, just give me your account number, and I will wire you a portion of the deposit." The other party refused to entertain Su Li’s inquiry, even shifting tone entirely.

An awkward situation immediately arose when Zhang Yitiao was drawn into the same group as Zhao Feng. Everyone still remembered how Zhang Yitiao had fiercely antagonized Zhao Feng during the previous freshman tournament.

Mountain General was completely baffled, so he simply bolted upright, leaned over Chen Mo’s shoulder, and peered at his computer screen.

Li Huaiyu, Bai Chen, and Fatty were veteran players of Team D, and the three of them had seamless coordination.

Yun Fu’s thoughts slowly began to yield as she looked at the familiar faces before her, her inner self locked in a struggle.

Her slender wrists, as flawless and white as jade, were unimaginably exquisite. Wearing such a glaringly bright bracelet made them look utterly tacky, completely clashing with her usual elegant makeup.

The interwoven fire patterns converged and contracted, carrying not only a terrifying smelting force but also the oppressive weight of vast heaven-and-earth energy.

Normal outdoor activities essentially ground to a halt once winter arrived. Anyone still active outdoors under these temperatures couldn't possibly survive without adequate warmth and a constant supply of food.

However, if the Dream Gate was merely a component of a spaceship, what on earth were all those dream worlds within the Dream Gate?

"Why haven't the people from the Spirit Realm’s Jiang clan arrived yet?" Looking anxious, an elder of the Su clan craned his neck, scanning the surroundings as he began searching for the people from the Spirit Realm.

Thus, both the bird and the arrow soared through the air, though everyone could see that the arrow's speed was gradually slowing down. Shortly after, due to gravity, the arrow began to plummet.

Standing nearby, Chen Beixuan looked at Ye Bai in mild astonishment and admiration. He never expected that after all these years apart, Ye Bai would have changed so drastically.

The old woman drew a blood-stained knife and an old, cracked porcelain bowl from the vegetable basket in her hand.

"No! Let go of Commander Xue! Let him go!" A Jiangdong martial artist nearby finally snapped, charging forward recklessly, immediately followed by a dozen other martial artists who rushed out together.

Then, Guan Guan and Fan Tuo both watched as he lifted the uppermost flagstone—only to find another flagstone beneath it—and then continued lifting them one by one.

That’s right, the old Taoist’s Mosin-Nagant rifle was currently resting right inside Grey Qingyan’s room, allowing him to grab a weapon and spring into action at a moment's notice.

Guided by the guards, Fujitora, Illidan, and the others walked out of the arena, and under Raymond's lead, entered the castle, making their way along the red carpet into the grand hall.

After inspecting several bee colonies, he found that thanks to their diligent labor, the harvested honey now amounted to nearly twenty pounds. He believed that in another day or two, the yield should reach about twenty-five pounds.

Katherina hadn't placed much hope in them, assuming the birds would undoubtedly fly back to Seagull Rock, perhaps mocking the two foolish mages along the way. Yet, of the ten birds brought aboard the ship by the mages, only two actually flew away, while the rest had already adopted the Victory as their new home.