Chapter 63: Gu Nanzhou's Dark Past

"Of course I'm sure." A short woman hugged the half-knitted sweater she was working on and edged closer to the crowd.

"It's a misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding!" Fu Fada quickly chimed in, desperately hoping to prevent his son's scandalous deeds from being brought up again.

At this, Carl could only gently spread his hands and shrug slightly, indicating that Madam Loris was entirely correct and leaving him utterly speechless.

Having overheard the dialogue between Dijun and the man, Jiang Xiao had already pieced together the general situation. Sighing over how following the wrong boss never ends well, he quietly vanished into the depths of the cave, escaping far into the sky to trail behind Dijun and observe his next move.

Styx nodded slightly and walked over to take a seat in the back. Dijun originally intended to strike up a conversation with Styx, but waves of gloomy, chilling aura kept radiating from Styx's body, coupled with his cold and grim expression. Dijun opened his mouth, but ultimately thought better of it and remained silent.

By this time, she could no longer afford to care about anything else; only a single thought echoed in her mind: no matter what the cost, she must not die.

"Of course, aside from that, I've also learned that Kirin Academy has very strict regulations. If you enter to study there and fail to meet the minimum advancement standards within the prescribed time limit, you will face punishment."

However, these were merely thoughts passing through Huang Tiandi's mind. He could only think them to vent his frustration; he dared not actually voice them aloud. If he spoke out, and the big fat man failed to die within a month, wouldn't the reputation he had worked so hard to build up collapse all over again?

"Yet your window swung open the moment a tiger demon bumped into it, so you immediately concluded it was a monster?" Li Rizhi pressed on with a sharp question.

Seated quietly beside them, Xu Mujun rested her chin in her hand, suddenly feeling that this young man was not only good-looking, but also quite intriguing.

Hua Ziyuan looked utterly tormented. He wanted to say something, but for a moment, he had no idea where to begin.

Clad in a Daoist robe with his hair gathered into a topknot secured simply by a wooden hairpin, he walked with a relaxed and effortless stride, his hands held one before the other. Draped behind him was a pitch-black cloak that rippled and fluttered without any wind.

Yet now, Yang Xiao claimed that the water extracted from this green mold could cure such an illness, which remained difficult for people to believe. Therefore, although they had been helping Yang Xiao bustle about for so long, truthfully, they still felt quite uneasy at heart.

A surge of energy erupted from the depths of the ocean, and a colossal column of water shot up from the seabed, piercing the heavens like a tornado.

When he pushed the door open, the lights were off. He hesitated for a moment, glanced down at the high heels placed off to the side, and finally confirmed that Lu Mingyou had not gone out.

Duan Qianxue nodded, explaining that when he left in the morning, Yang Xiao was still asleep, and sleeping so soundly that she simply hadn't had the heart to wake him.

Just then, Yang Xiao had just arrived at the security checkpoint. Because those two city gate guards found Duan Qianxue beautiful and harbored evil intentions, they insisted on conducting a physical search on her.

The formation was activated, and countless lethal beams of defensive and offensive energy surged upward like blazing flames, scorching the heavens and the earth.

He had previously thought that his bond of brotherhood with Wang Ping was nothing much, with scarcely anything left of it. Yet right up until the moment of life and death, he finally began to truly understand.

"If you dare, say that again!" Ye Xuanli glared straight at him, her magnetic voice growing increasingly baleful and sinister, her entire figure shrouded in a dark aura.

Thinking of folktales among the common folk, this clan was said to be capable of devouring even the sun and the moon. In the hearts of ordinary people, they were a ferocious and immensely formidable race.

About the span of half a cup of tea later, Xu Gui arrived, flanked by the imposing and overbearing Leng Ye and Wu Dao, looking every bit the rulers of a city.

He was essentially a soul entity, nearly transparent, and combined with the concealment of the external vines and moss, he would indeed be difficult to spot unless meticulously probed with divine sense.