Volume 1, Chapter 28: Tortoise and Soft-Shelled Turtle

Meng Wanqiu: "..."
The Four Great Scholars: "???"
"Damn it! He’s actually acting all high and mighty just because he wrote a poem!"
"This is utterly ridiculous! When we recite poetry and exchange verses, it is out of mutual admiration and the display of talent! How could he possibly link money with poetic genius?"
"Vulgar and intolerable! It is an insult to the refined! Lacking all moral fiber! A disgrace to us all!"
...
Yuan Ling, standing closest, instead grinned with joy.
As long as he was writing poetry, that was fine.
Taking a step forward, as 'Fang Wu' in the game interface crossed the distinct territorial boundary line.
Seeing Lisa screaming like that, the man in purple sleeves shook his head in regret. He flicked his fingers, and suddenly, six or seven elite members of the Blood Hand Gang with blue sleeves appeared from behind.
Xiao Hongyi could not help but want to watch the commotion, but Zhao Wanning was still in the carriage. The carriage was currently in a bustling downtown area, and there were crowds of people gathered ahead. If the horses were suddenly startled and bolted through the streets, it might hurt the civilians.
But unfortunately, Gastly’s Shadow Ball was essentially a ghost-type energy technique and could not achieve the kind of inclusivity that would allow it to be directly compatible with chakra-like elemental energy.
This might be the reason why, even though he had "altered" history, the Philosopher's Stone did not lose any energy.
In this sense, You Chengdong saying this did not seem to be a bad thing for him; at the very least, it could keep his mind clear.
Upon reaching the main gate, Qiao Liang pounded on it with all his might. The door was very thick, and when Qiao Liang struck it with his hand, it felt like hitting a wall of copper, leaving his hand stinging with pain.
The way they looked at Liao Yu, fear was secondary; what mattered most was their shock and bewilderment, as if Liao Yu had done something absolutely inconceivable.
Zhao Wanning’s hands meticulously outlined the design on the rice paper, with slender vines coiling about, lush with foliage and dangling several clusters of green fruit.
"No, that shouldn't be it. I have already severed Krisis's physical network, but it is still transmitting some kind of information to the outside world. Fujimiya does not have this capability. I suspect..." This man clearly recalled the prediction made by Krisis earlier—the Root of Destruction; only that thing would have such power.
One must know that the list of the government delegation was announced on June 17. On the afternoon of June 25, Party and state leaders saw the delegation off at the Great Hall of the People.
Sighing for the Nth time that day, she put her phone into her handbag. Turning her head, she saw her parents on the green lawn below the teaching building, holding her graduation cap over their heads to compare. Such youthful smiles—it was as if they had returned to their own student days.
The man in white said, "A monk should not only know when to shut his mouth, but also when to close his eyes." Ku Zhu immediately closed his eyes and groped his way out.
Hao watched him in the dappled light. His dark brown eyes were clear, yet they hid a rebelliousness rarely seen in boys. Long eyelashes rested gently against his eyes, and his nose was firm, as if it revealed a stubborn personality.
By the time the Lightning Team arrived, only 15 of the original 23 fighter jets remained in the sky, and the ground was a mess, all destroyed by Golba.
As the voice fell, Hua Ling raised the longbow in her hand and aimed at Zhang Zhiping. With a light tug, a light arrow suddenly took form, and as she released her fingers, it shot out with a bang, like a streak of light, striking Zhang Zhiping instantly, leaving him no room to dodge.
Accompanied by the clamor, and the continuous shouts and reminders, the continuous line of thousands began to slowly prepare for the march ahead while eating their dry rations in the dim light of early dawn.
"Can you notify my boss first?" Qiu Xingyu grabbed his hand. As a wave of pain subsided and she felt a bit of strength return, she hurriedly recited her phone number. No sooner had she finished than she screamed out again from the pain.