Chapter 33: The Backer

Íris Insone Tong Fuguê 1257 words 2026-08-04 22:34:26

Qiao Zhilin’s face turned pale, then flushed; having Ji Jing repeat those words back to her now was nothing short of a slap in the face.

Qiao Zhilin looked at him with disappointment: "You would humiliate me like this for that woman? And even jeopardize the project? Ji Jing, have you truly lost your senses over a woman?"

Ji Jing replied expressionlessly: "Who said I did it for..."

Qin Qi’s words instantly caused an uproar. All the students in the hall who were watching him began to whisper among themselves once more.

Before the duel, the Sword Sect expert Feng Qingyang was lured away from Mount Hua by a scheme from the Qi Sect and did not participate in the event, which led to the Sword Sect’s defeat.

"Ouch!" Just as she was about to apply the medicine, a deep, magnetic cry of pain suddenly came from the doorway, startling Xu Lingling so much that she accidentally jabbed her finger, coated in ointment, directly into his bloodshot cheek.

I could sense her dissatisfaction. However, compared to my mother’s utter indifference, An Qi’s mother did not seem as paranoid as An Qi had described.

At first, Huo Ningzhi kept back, hoping Lin Yanding would let him pass early, but Lin Yanding was greatly displeased and shouted for Huo Ningzhi to show his true skills, otherwise he would never let him through.

As soon as they entered the dressing room, the conversation came to an abrupt halt, and everyone looked at Zuo Shi’an, who was in the middle of applying makeup, with strange expressions.

"Kang Rong, what were you doing just now?" An Qi frowned in the mirror, scrutinizing my back.

"Then what is the name of that Sixth Prince?" Mo Xiaoyi asked in surprise, hoping it wasn't who she suspected. Thinking of this, she picked up a cup of tea to drink, trying to calm her nerves. After all, immortality was just a legend, wasn't it?

"Heh, given that person’s personality, it’s not like they wouldn't be capable of forcing themselves on someone, right?" Yu Mengran’s eyes were extremely dark as she sneered and spoke with mockery.

Gong Shan adjusted his attire and, like the other palace servants, walked out carrying a basket full of clothes.

Several blades of wind flashed by, slicing the mutant fish into pieces, while a wall of wind stood before the doctor.

One only needed to think for a moment to understand the technical requirements and the sheer difficulty involved in hand-building a supercomputer.

Ye Nuanxue pretended she couldn't visit dessert shops casually because she was dieting, but eventually, after Ye Qiqi’s persistent coaxing, she agreed to go to the dessert shop for milk tea.

The reason it was scheduled for the evening rather than noon was that Chengcheng had been sent to kindergarten ever since they moved.

They knew each other. Cui Chun paused for a moment, and upon hearing Bai Fei say that they were waiting for him, he walked forward alone to speak with them.

The feeling of the sharp needle piercing her flesh was excruciatingly painful, and Mo Ling had become a disheveled mess.

Luo Wuyou pouted—what a terrifying clothing design; it was not convenient at all, nor was it aesthetically pleasing.

"If you don't leave, I will!" Qing Tongyin turned around and walked away, paying no mind to Mo Xingnian.

Mu Qing had just been startled when he heard those words, and he suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Sadu’s expression changed. He channeled his sparse life force, and a vast, righteous, and peaceful aura surged from his hand as he struck the topmost of the human body’s nine orifices—the Heavenly Aperture. It flowed into Duke’s body like a gentle spring breeze, forcibly suppressing the tyrannical energy that was constantly battering against the bottleneck of the Heart-Returning stage.

Suppressing the urge to turn her head and look back one more time, she hummed a tune, plucked a foxtail grass to chew on, and walked forward with a leisurely stride.

"Alright, let's go get a drink and let Jingchu chat with Miss Ge," Angus said, patting Dao on the shoulder.

"I've run into her a few times recently, so it's a bit of fate. I was just asking out of curiosity," Xu Yi said, staring at the red wine glass in front of him.