Chapter 30: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (30)

To protect privacy, the public area of the restroom was not monitored. This provided Su Murong with the perfect opportunity to lie through her teeth. Following the usual tropes of such novels, once a "green tea" character sheds a tear, a white knight is sure to arrive to defend her.

Fu Han appeared even faster than Yun Jin had anticipated. He first shielded Su Murong as they stepped out of the restroom, then carefully examined her cheek—red from Yun Jin’s slap—as his anger surged.

"Yun Jin, give me a reasonable explanation."

Although repealing the religious rule would undermine his own authority, allowing an incorrect rule to persist would also damage his credibility and provoke dissatisfaction among the clergy. Weighing the two, White Wolf eventually announced the abolition of the rule during a gathering.

Compared to tropical desert regions, temperate desert regions exhibit much greater diurnal and annual temperature fluctuations.

"Ugh." Ye Long looked sullen. There was nothing he could do; seeing the middle-aged woman’s burly, formidable stature, he knew she wasn't someone to be trifled with. He had no choice but to call Fang Qing'er.

"If you don't want to, forget it. How about we go back and rest? We’ve been exhausted all day." White Wolf had no intention of forcing Black Wolf to obey and offered an alternative suggestion.

"I never expected Brother Long to be a soul cultivator as well!" Xiang Shaofei could not help but shake his head and remark.

Some had even witnessed the emergence of the Blood Buddha and had seen the true master’s demeanor in years past.

He forwarded the front-line battle reports to the supreme command, thereby ensuring the timely transmission of intelligence and the victory of the battle.

In such cases, the government would typically take the child into custody and place them in an orphanage, or allow suitable families to apply for adoption.

At this moment, Mo Song’s father was leaning against the windowsill. Due to the angle, Mo Song could only see the back of the box his father was holding, which was black.

Meanwhile, Sister Mei kept winking at Ye Long, trying to ask, "Why are you here?"

Junichiro Takagi was also closely monitoring every movement at Phoenix Mountain. He had spies stationed all around the mountain and near various gang leaders, ensuring he received firsthand information about even the slightest disturbance.

He had walked this path step by step, so no one knew it better than he did. Beyond that, he knew of another method: absorbing power of the same attribute. Once the power reached a critical point and broke through the bottleneck, one would, like his son Tian'er had done before, transform while unconscious.

"Guodong, I don't think I should work here anymore." It was another Saturday. After a morning of finishing up odd jobs, Zhao Guodong was sitting at the door smoking. Jin Meiren walked over to him, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke.

His mother’s body stiffened. She did not immediately bring the medicine bottle to her lips; instead, she slowly turned around to look at Xuan Ming, who was still pinned down, and offered a bitter smile. Xuan Ming saw tears at the corners of his mother’s eyes.

"Then, what about the matter with Shangfeng Academy?" Shen Haotian asked, pricking up his ears to listen to Su Ruohan. If things were truly as Su Ruohan described, he would have nothing left to worry about.

"How can a city championship compare to a world-class competition? Besides, China’s strength in League of Legends is not weak. For a newcomer like him, there is basically no hope of entering the Spring Split to compete." Although he sensed Wang Min’s dissatisfaction, Sun Hao remained firm.

"Boss—" The others looked at Ye Feng with solemn expressions, yet they felt helpless; in a battle at Ye Feng’s level, even if they went, there was nothing they could do.

"Why don't you suspect that you have traveled back in time?" I saw an expression of great approval in his eyes, which only strengthened my own conviction.

Jin Se felt a sense of dread. If this were truly the case, then in the game of victors and losers, the lives left to the defeated side would be worse than death—to them, losing their lives might even be considered a mercy.