Chapter 31: It Is Yellow Peach, Not Mango

Mango pie?

Vice Principal Wu’s eyes widened in disbelief. "How can that be? The doctor said Qin Meng’s allergic reaction was caused by eating mangoes. Wait, eating mangoes..."

He suddenly realized something.

Turning his head to look at Teacher Wang beside him, he asked, "Did Qin Meng accidentally eat a mango herself, or did she eat the dessert sent over by Jiang Sui-sui?"

Teacher Wang was already bewildered. Liu Song had clearly told her that Jiang Sui-sui would be bringing mango pie at noon.

It was not only highly revered by the local residents of the Imperial Capital, but even those beyond the Pure Lands of China—the white and black races alike—had long yearned for this place.

Asking now would be a different matter entirely; the moment the reward decree was issued, all the reward mechanisms had already been chewed over countless times by these veterans.

"This time, letting this evil entity escape from my South Sea Realm was an absolute disgrace to the Inspectorate. From now on, everyone in the Inspectorate, from top to bottom, must be on high alert. Otherwise, if the higher-ups blame us, I fear none of you will find it pleasant," continued the Deputy Prefect.

It is easy to imagine that if Xiong Kuohai had been guarding Li Shimin personally, given his martial prowess, Li Shimin would never have been able to capture Dou Jiande alive.

Seeing that this grandmaster from the Inner Court had already made his move, Xu Yao let out a cold snort. The three cinnabar sword marks between his eyebrows gradually merged into one. After Xu Yao completed this action, a killing intent that seemed to originate from the primordial era appeared to pierce through infinite time and space, manifesting in this world.

Once martial arts cultivation reaches a certain level, some powerful martial artists will also supplement their training with soul power. Moreover, everyone possesses basic soul power, and the stronger the martial artist, the greater their basic soul power.

Although he did not have absolute certainty right now, when Bai Ru left just a moment ago, they exchanged a look and understood each other's intentions.

As the rebel army began their charge, Su Lie merely revealed a cold sneer and ordered the entire army to fire.

"That's right! Once we go back this time, we’re establishing a rule! And that is: what I say goes!" Han Kangcheng waved his hand with unparalleled heroism.

The floating arena spanned about three hundred feet across; if one were to fall off, it would undoubtedly result in the loss of one's life.

Avi’s thoughts were the same as that student’s; he did not understand the purpose of the Oversight Committee. Over the past two days, he had visited the underground casinos "Sour Blackberry" and "Cat's Nest," but there was no sign of Fan in either place. It seemed that Fan and Coral had truly been captured.

Liansheng hurriedly invoked his Buddhist supernatural powers, searching for the incoming enemy in every direction. With a glance of his Wisdom Eye, he saw the sky filled with flying, bone-chilling Goryeo clubs. Some of the armored vehicles and soldiers had already been frozen into rigid ice pops. Liansheng exhaled the Prajna Flame, constantly neutralizing the extreme cold of the Goryeo clubs.

If Han Xiaowei really came over every day as she claimed, wouldn’t she annoy her to death?

Everyone walked out upon hearing the noise, only to see a dark-skinned, shirtless man waving a large iron ladle at Mu Zhaoyang with irritation. Behind him was an electric blue tricycle carrying four large, covered buckets.

Victory seemed to have become an opiate; even knowing it was poisonous, one still couldn't help but continue to reach for it after getting a taste of the sweetness.

In the demon and monster realms, if you have money, power, and status, you can naturally live quite comfortably. If you lack those three things but have fists and a body that is both capable of fighting and enduring, you can still manage to get by. But if you lack even that, you can only pray for good luck.

This sudden action naturally pushed Su Yi to the center of everyone's attention, and that too at such a high-profile auction.

"Hehe, no, no." Zhao Yuxi, possessing a thick skin, began chatting with Chao Feng about everything and anything.

"Huang Er, who is the opportunist? I think you’re talking about yourself! Could it be that you want to usurp the position of Old Lady Black?" Lord Hu San suddenly interjected.