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Chang Xiaoxiao stood stunned for a long moment before finally collecting herself and saying,

"Ying'er... no, I mean, God!"

"I... I've never had a boyfriend before... let alone those kinds of experiences!"

Aside from feeling relieved that she'd never been in a relationship,

Chang Xiaoxiao was mostly shocked by the sheer boldness of the question.

This was way too much!

God Ying'er showed no hint of disappointment and instead calmly replied,

"No problem, there’s an additional rule..."

"If you draw a question you can’t answer or don’t have—"

Gu Nanxi couldn’t be bothered to handle their legal disputes, so she sent someone to fetch Jingniang, letting them sort it out themselves.

Li Chang'an pulled a flask of rice wine from his robe, and Zhang Yun, quick on the uptake, retrieved a few bowls and chopsticks from a chest.

Back then, he must have been out of his mind—just because Jingniang had gifted him a fine sword, he thought she’d make a great sister-in-law.

As it turned out, Phillips’ discoveries proved highly valuable to the affiliated research institutions under ADM.

In an instant, the Education Alliance, now without its backbone, was like a beast with its spine shattered—its former glory fading fast.

"But..." Zhou Shengliang opened and closed his mouth a few times, glancing between the two people in front of him and the murmuring crowd around them. He knew Song Lin was right.

At first, the sachet Chu Jiuli had given him managed to suppress the churning in his stomach, but the journey had been so rough that even the scent of the sachet could no longer keep the nausea at bay.

Suddenly, they felt Lu Mufeng didn’t deserve such harsh treatment—there was no need to snap at him. A friendly suggestion would suffice.

Li Chang'an gave him a calm look but said nothing before turning to address the villagers behind him.

Jingniang, however, felt she had nothing left to lose. She decided to throw caution to the wind and fight for justice.

Du Qianjie said gravely, "This matter involves too many secrets, so I must beg your pardon for not elaborating. But Your Majesty need only remember this: the Nine Heads will never strike against Huacheng, but neither will they ever fight on Huacheng’s behalf." The words sounded diplomatic, almost like a personal opinion at first glance.

When Wei Ximeng confirmed it again, Old Man Qian couldn’t help but let his joy show on his face, despite knowing he shouldn’t act improperly in front of his betters. The other old men sitting behind them reacted the same way.

As his body slowly levitated, Chu Feng didn’t waste any more time. He had to evacuate the entire fox tribe before the wolf clan noticed anything amiss. If the Demon Emperor arrived, the great battle would erupt prematurely. Against both the Demon Emperor and the Demon Venerable, Chu Feng had no guarantee of victory—and the fox tribe would suffer for it.

They were still young. If they were branded as thieves, when would they ever hold their heads high again?

Sun Chou wasn’t one to back down easily, and the scene grew increasingly bloody as the ancient demon god fully unleashed its slaughterous instincts, drowning in its thirst for carnage.

Seeing her like this, I suddenly wished I’d been a better student. If only I hadn’t wasted my youth, building nothing but a pair of muscular arms—then maybe I could skip class as brazenly as she did.

Realizing Wang Jiacci was determined to handle this herself, I couldn’t help but sigh and watch her silently.

He wasn’t one to fight over things and trusted that Brother Jun wouldn’t shortchange him. But he didn’t want Luo Yuhuan to wait too long. If he had to endure the probation period before cultivating, then he had no choice but to fight for those five spirit stones.

Her fried pumpkin cakes were always extra crispy—probably because she didn’t flip them in time. But he loved that slightly burnt, caramelized flavor.

Yan Qi looked at him with an unreadable gaze—was it pity? Reproach? Or something else entirely, impossible to decipher?

Li Weiran understood the mindsets of the seated committee members perfectly. But with a cold inner laugh, he thought, This time, everyone is bound to be disappointed.

"My first Pokémon is you—go!" The Tengshu Gym Leader shouted as he hurled a Poké Ball. A flash of white light later, his first Pokémon, a Machop, appeared.