Chapter 64: The Eight-Second Rule

The apartment door opened, and He Jingyue bent down, intending to place the drunken lightweight onto the guest room bed.

The next second, Lu Qiuyi, who had been completely unresponsive just moments before, suddenly and without warning opened her eyes.

Her large eyes, made all the more watery and hazy by intoxication, stared unblinkingly at He Jingyue, who was inches away. "Wait, I can't sleep yet! I haven't taken off my makeup!"

He Jingyue: ......

He straightened up, letting her slide onto the soft carpet instead, and surveyed her with a critical gaze.

Although our nether-craft trade has its own methods for raising and driving ghosts, compared to the orthodox Yin-Yang arts, it still falls terribly short.

Subsequently, Qin Feng unleashed several ice dragons, all of which flew straight toward Zhang Xian. However, a formidable burst of power erupted from Zhang Xian, directly shattering the ice dragons into fragments.

A local nether-trade boss like Uncle Jiu might have seemed powerful, but that influence belonged to the unseen, disreputable underbelly of society.

Not everyone possessed the capability of Dong Qian, enabling their entire family to escape the capital safely.

To this day, Lü Chixuan suddenly felt that he too deserved to brand himself with the title of a scumbag, and moreover, he was doing a far more absurd job of it than that teammate from back then whose name he had long forgotten.

Nobody was foolish; reaching the point where stimulants had to be used meant they had already been driven into a desperate impasse.

Of the nearly ten thousand valiant guardsmen who started the battle, fewer than three thousand were able to muster for assembly now, and the majority of them bore wounds.

Amidst the chief eunuch's eternal, unchanging chant of "Present memorials if you have any, dismiss court if you have none," not a single official stepped forward, yet the commotion echoing from the side seemed to capture far more of their attention.

Zhang Xingfang felt no grievance about this; Li Chuang's product research and development department was a relatively independent unit after all, and aside from Lin Han and Shen Suoyi, no one had the authority to question its operations.

For instance, how vast was the Ancient Mount Tai ruin, what was the nature of its spiritual energy, and how did the Supreme Ghost Mark come into being? Old Zhou had left these matters rather vague.

Hearing the voice of Red Miaoxian, Zhou Yi was left speechless. Instead of embracing her mature and seductive figure, he was held helplessly by his own master, utterly at a loss.

With those words spoken, Liu Zhan gestured toward the upper-left corner of the Shanggu, and instantly, a natural cavern materialized there. It gave off a bottomless sensation to anyone observing closely.

By nearly noon, all the matches had concluded, and the head teachers had organized everyone back to their original seats. Only then did the broadcast chime with the long-awaited announcement of the award results.

"Very well!" Medusa agreed. Zhou Yi had rendered her a massive favor, so it was only natural for her to repay this debt.

Suddenly, Wang Ze executed a swift counter-ambush, catching Yi Ning completely off guard. Yet did he really think that would be enough to make her concede the bet gracefully?

As for Zhou Gushen, he acted as if trying to shield me from the world, pulling me tightly into his embrace. He only released me after Zhou Chen's voice had faded far away into the distance.

"Rui... Ruiyuan..." Seeing that they had already walked out of the venue and yet Siyrui Yuan still hadn't uttered a word, she could not help tugging at his sleeve.

"Stop staring at me, everyone. Let's eat. We still have to report for duty tomorrow, not to mention the military training," Ye Tian said, greeting them as he noticed all eyes fixed upon him.

Realizing there was no news to be wrung from this situation, the reporters packed away their equipment and trickled out of the room in twos and threes.

Niu Er was easily frightened. In truth, he was merely a runner who specialized in initiating loans to others on command, only to use forged promissory notes later to hound them for debts and extort money.

The archives here were all-encompassing; even the past deeds of Realm Lord-level martial kings were meticulously recorded without omission.

The Empress Dowager had only recently truly recovered from her illness. Especially given the dizziness and other symptoms that plagued the elderly, one could never afford to be careless. She had issued a warning from the very beginning, but since her health had remained excellent for some time, they had undoubtedly grown lax.

A pale-gold insect egg rolled out. Feng Bailing hurriedly gathered and stowed it away, then proceeded to disinfect and suture the wound of Dongfang Yong. The entire sequence of actions flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and flowing water.