Chapter 38: Mr. Xie, Your Method of Questioning Is Wrong

"Hello, I am Xie Yuhuai. May I ask where Yu Zi is right now?"

Since receiving the phone call, Xie Yuhuai felt as if the world had descended into some sort of surreal fantasy. What did it mean for a burglar to call the police? What did it mean for Yu Zi to insist that the thief was named Xie Yuhuai? He recognized every one of those words, yet when strung together, he simply...

The shopping mall had four levels. Groceries, liquor, and jewelry were on the first floor; lingerie and knitwear on the second; clothing, shoes, and hats on the third; and home appliances on the fourth. After wandering around for a while and finding nothing they needed, Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo headed to the first floor to buy some liquor.

Because Chen Luanfeng had offended the so-called God of Thunder in Leizhou, he had been ostracized everywhere he went. Now, seeing a powerful master offering to take him as a disciple, he was deeply moved and nearly burst into tears. However, being a man of great loyalty and pride who considered himself a gallant hero, he refused to let himself shed any tears.

But several demonic creatures had already launched their attacks, and it was too difficult to pull them back now. They had no choice but to brace themselves and charge into the hazy, blood-red plague cloud.

The Four Sages bowed together once more to the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, saying, "We thank our teacher for your grace in fulfilling our wishes!" Given the level of their cultivation, the Four Sages knew that by advancing the next great catastrophe, they were defying the heavens—and defying the heavens would inevitably invite a heavenly tribulation.

He had never imagined it, and because the Blood Demon had appeared before him all those years ago, he had never considered such an obvious possibility. Why couldn't the Western Consort be the Blood Demon? He hadn't even realized it when the various states of the Hundred and Thirty Plains denounced the Western Consort as a monster of the Sea of Learning.

What impressed Zhao Zhengce even more was that this was a private middle school. Zhao Wancheng served as the principal himself and hired two high school students as teachers. In the end, Zhao Wancheng managed to earn enough for a set of luggage and tuition fees, eventually gaining admission to the regional teachers' college.

Leo's golden battle aura was incredibly potent; in no time, the air was saturated with wave after wave of his golden power.

"What's wrong? Tell me. That's the only way to find a solution, isn't it?" As expected, Shen Naixi understood him best.

It was during the time the elders were eating that Qi Xiu'ao went in to report that the hostage he had been guarding had been rescued.

Logically, filming a scene about registering a marriage only required a makeshift set, and there was no need to be so particular. Yet, Ji Guanlan kept pestering Director Liang, insisting that "this way feels more authentic."

Upon seeing that it was Tu Mo, Qin Lie relaxed. Suddenly, he caught sight of the parcel in Tu Mo's hand and realized immediately that he was packing up to move out; this place was actually his home.

But Wawa did not have his easygoing temperament. Her stance was that even if she didn't want something, it had to be her own choice to discard it, not because she was forced to give it up after failing to compete with others.

Luo Qinglan had only exchanged a single glance with her before effortlessly slapping Luo Caiyue away, sending her flying through the air while she screamed and spat blood.

Qin Feng was momentarily stunned, but quickly understood. He couldn't help but mock himself inwardly for being unable to keep his composure.

Post 28: *Ahem*, everyone, let's put this topic aside for now. Can we please let the original poster finish the story before we discuss it?

Xiao Yu finally agreed to mentor his senior sister; it really wasn't anything extraordinary.

Scholar Wu could have easily concealed this or played it off with a vague excuse, but he chose to be straightforward. Naturally, Su Peiying owed him a debt of gratitude for that.

With that, Mo Jianchen sat down beside her, forcing Cui Jiu to take a seat in the second row—the spot directly behind Luo Qinglan.

"It's not that mysterious. Li Xiuji only broke a few bones; he'll be fine after resting for a hundred days or so. I recall Director Zheng issuing a gag order, so where did you hear that?" Han Yi asked.

Han Xin nodded, agreeing with Zhao Zhuang's words; they indeed needed to find a suitable opportunity and a proper excuse to reject them.