Chapter 32: The Educated Youth Exchange Meeting

"Bitch!"
"Who are you calling a bitch?" Mu Wanguan asked, her eyes still on her book as she walked, responding instinctively.
"I'm calling you a bitch!" Wu Siqi shrieked.
Wu Siqi & Mu Wanguan: "..."
Fang Yinnian, already nursing a headache: "..."
Passersby, who had just watched a bizarre scene unfold: "..."
It was truly bizarre, considering the two were walking one after the other, facing away from each other—how did this conversation even...
Now it was finally complete. The silver-haired youth had helped him break the shackles of his immortality. Henceforth, his immortal body would be capable of infinite growth, no longer bound by any limitations.
Inside Qin Tiange’s body, his internal organs ruptured time and time again. Flesh and blood mixed with fragments of viscera sprayed out, and his bones were shattered over and over.
When Guan Xiaoxiao saw Lu Tianming, her heart immediately burned with heat. While a portion of this was undoubtedly due to the effects of the drug, in her eyes at that moment, Lu Tianming’s image was towering.
Just as her name suggested, one could feel the essence of summer simply by looking at Xia Yixi.
She was, after all, the only core player on the national team capable of performing consistently on the international stage with such impressive efficiency.
After dropping Song Anran and Lu Lu off at Xihe Plaza and waiting for them to leave on their respective buses, Ningxue and Ningyue headed home.
"It seems that if we want the islanders to suffer heavy losses in this war, we must rely on our own strength. How much longer until the 23rd Heavy Artillery Brigade can be deployed into battle?" Lieutenant General William Adam asked.
Watching the eager Level 5 priest, Victor felt a bit strange. He actually harbored a desire to linger, wishing to stay by Sylvia’s side.
Gu Qingci’s voice echoed in the livestream, yet after she finished speaking, no one made a sound.
These foreign players, however, were a great source of annoyance to Qin Guan. He wanted to go and see what the situation was like near the other White Mist Gates.
When the door opened again, Han Haoxuan rushed in anxiously. He must have knocked for a long time without an answer, and fearing that something had happened inside, he had used a spare key to open it.
The entire process took only ten seconds. The moment Chen Mu took off the headband, he suddenly discovered a piece of information in his mind—a memory that had never existed before.
After Wang Lei and Zhang Qianqian left, Yan Hu apologized to Lin Fan’s parents on behalf of the security department and fired the guards involved in the incident.
Zhao Feng clearly sensed that Song Xiaoxiao was in a bad mood, but this time he did not soothe her. He wanted her to understand what should and should not be done. No one gets to live a second life; he was an exception. Because of this, he cherished this life all the more.
A tattered totem became the Blood Demon God by absorbing my earthly energy and the faith of the Blood Demon clan, yet in the end, it refused to submit to you, instead defecting to the enemy side and bringing catastrophe upon you. Tell me, you two crawling vermin, what use is there for you having obtained my primordial method of flesh generation?
No sooner had this thought surfaced in her mind than she heard the man rise from his chair. His leather shoes clicked sharply against the floor, and then, a cold hand landed on her face. Ye Youran flinched, biting her lower lip.
Li Chengxun and the Ou family had effectively torn off the mask of civility. Both sides were well aware that they were now hostile; there was no reason for Li Chengxun to protect them, was there?
The sight made Tang Xuan’s brows knit tightly together as a low growl escaped his throat. He lunged forward, desperate to catch Tang Ao’s falling body.
Chen Hao couldn't be bothered to say more; he reached out his hand, revealing the one-of-a-kind token.
Watching his cavalry charge to their deaths, falling in waves into pools of blood, Suheba’s eyes turned crimson. More than half of the thousand riders who had followed him were already down, yet they hadn't even touched a single hair on the government soldiers. A chill crept up the back of Suheba, who had been so eager for battle—the government troops before him were simply invincible.