Volume 1 Chapter 42: The Skeleton Bone Sniper

"Hmm? What is this?"

"Such exquisite craftsmanship, such solid texture, and such flawless construction!"

"Alright, in order to look my absolute best when I appear before you tomorrow, I want to get to sleep early tonight. Can we hang up the video call now?" Mu Xiaoyan cupped her cheeks in her hands, staring at him with wide eyes and putting on a cute act.

Ye Qingxin lowered her gaze to her wrist, tracing the red string. Four red strings were twisted together in midair, and once they reached Dou Wei'er's hands, it was truly difficult to tell which one was actually tied to her own wrist.

Zhou Ning thought that a spirit of the dead capable of such clean, or even somewhat bloody and cruel killings, ought to possess a fierce and vicious face.

The teacher, seemingly long accustomed to this style of lecturing, wore a stern expression. He coldly closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again to look at the students in the front rows.

"Interesting, truly very interesting. Savoring such a powerful Archmage must feel amazing, right?" At this, Gao Hu wore a lewd smile. Looking at Gao Hu, the short youth felt a strange and inexplicable sense of pity for him.

Zhou Ning had no way of knowing what had happened here previously, but it must have been utterly tragic. In just half a month, this place where she had spent a few days had become completely unrecognizable.

As the saying goes, eat your fill and play your part to the fullest—this is precisely what that means. As long as you have the drama in your heart, anywhere is a stage, and even without a platform, you can perform a full set. When such disciples emerge from Buddhism and Taoism, how can one not feel ashamed, indignant, and disgraced? If the disciples of one's own sect are already like this, let alone all living beings.

At this hour, the villa area was mostly still quiet. Sweeping past the lush and leafy landscaped zone, she drove all the way toward the school, unable to help rolling down the window to watch the scenery rushing past outside.

Mu Xiaoyan was pushed into the building by Huangfu Xijue. Standing before her parents' bedroom, her fingers trembled slightly, not daring to push the door open. In the end, it was Huangfu Xijue who pushed the door open.

Terrified, Zhao Gao hurriedly said, "My good lady, you must never address His Majesty directly by name! That is a capital offense!" After speaking, he cautiously glanced at Ying Zheng.

Only then did Chang Hen realize that she wasn't dreaming, that it was all real. Queen Xiao had refined one hundred and sixty detoxifying pills in a single go, and there were even leftovers after all the soldiers had eaten their share.

When she came in, Zhang Xiu was already in bed, having warmed the blanket for her. They chatted for a while, held each other in an embrace, and drifted off into dreamland.

Her beauty was not startling at first glance, but rather possessed a lasting appeal—the kind that grew on you the more you looked. Moreover, her skin was fair and translucent, flawless without a single blemish, making her unforgettable at first sight.

If she had conceived, it would have happened within the past half month. What could possibly be felt after half a month? She just hadn't anticipated her own reaction, which seemed a bit too intense; she remembered that other people usually didn't start experiencing reactions until after two months. How could hers have begun so early?

Hearing this, the onlookers were stunned for a moment. Exchanging glances in bewilderment, they suddenly all felt a sense of awkwardness.

From the entrance to that spire was a rather long walk, taking one past some historic staircases and corridors.

Being in Class One already made them the favored children of heaven, and now they suddenly felt a deep sense of chills.

Prince Duan, who had been knocked to the ground, picked himself up. He looked at the backs of Luo Rongxuan's family with immense envy and jealousy, while simultaneously harboring a trace of fear toward Luo Rongxuan.

Indigo's "silence," coupled with the fact that the three main pillars of the Golden Lion's Grand Fleet—Will, Mihawk, and Hannyabal—were either betraying, remaining neutral, or too busy, were also the reasons why the Golden Lion's Grand Fleet was such a disunited mob.