Chapter 62 Fundraising

"Yes." Professor Shen reached out, wrapping his arms around Shen Mochen and Taozi from left to right, and sat down on the sofa as well, replying with a beaming smile.

No, she wouldn't! Nannuan might seem playful, but she was never willful. How could she bear to make her parents worry? Even that trip to the estate was only because she had accidentally overheard an old woman in the kitchen talking about a family facing illness and borrowing money everywhere.

Rong Yan's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze turning cold and desolate as he put down the spatula and followed Shen Weining out.

Actually, Linglong didn't really want to go, but Shen Nanqiao felt she should walk around more to facilitate an easy delivery later on.

And so, I quickly opened the campus forum. Damn it, I was originally wondering whether I should call and ask what the title of that post was, but as soon as I entered the forum page, I saw it right there.

"So what? Why should I care about making them like me? As long as my friends like me, that's already enough," Bai Wei said proudly.

"I'm sorry." Fan Lingshu also felt a pang of guilt, but for some reason, there was a strong, compelling urge deep within her heart to protect the Heart of the Holy Spring.

Thinking of that pair of siblings, Lin Nannuan couldn't help but gaze closely at Xu Siyuan, only to see him looking at her with an anxious expression, beads of sweat dotting the tip of his nose.

She walked out along the corridor toward the garden. The garden was exquisitely crafted, with pink hydrangeas planted in vintage, round-bellied brown pottery jars, and pale blue plumbago vines climbing over a wooden trellis.

Xiao Yan also called out "Grandmother" and then sat down on a side sofa, while Aunt Gui busily went to pour tea.

At the same time, however, darkness descended before the eyes of both of them almost simultaneously. When they opened their eyes again, they had arrived in another world.

"Alright." Feng Ling'er was very straightforward. Seeming to know that time was tight, she took the pigeon, and without even having time to eat a bite of food, she immediately turned and left.

"However, didn't they say that Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism have already been lost? How does Ren Xiaoyao know them?" the big boss asked, full of puzzlement.

How could that do? Jiang Hai was counting on it to unravel everything. Now that it was lying motionless, goodness knows how long it would take to wake up, given that such ferocious beasts might sleep for millions of years at a time.

Having chatted idly and in a fragmented manner for a while, Ji Ling'er was still lacking in enthusiasm, and Ji Kang did not continue the conversation.

"Why is this so?" Zhao Feng asked in puzzlement. What was Chen Gong's motive in trying to separate him from the Liaodong army?

Her marriage could no longer be delayed, and the date had already been set for about two months from now. In any case, she was going to be married off before the New Year.

Clearly, not a single one of them had anticipated that Ye Xunhuan would actually kill the other party.

The two fell silent once more. The familiar, faint fragrance emanated from Changqing's body, drifting into Qin Zheng's nose, causing his thoughts to drift far away to the distant north. As for Changqing, she fell asleep at some point, hugging her knees and resting against Qin Zheng's shoulder.

"Heh, nobody taught me to do this, but nobody can control me either. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away; whether it is Ma Liang or Zhao Feng, neither of them can control my surrender!" the principal said very arrogantly.

"Now is not the time to assign blame. Extinguishing the fire is of the utmost importance. As for responsibility, whoever is at fault won't be able to escape it!" Xie Lei slammed his hand down fiercely on the table, his tone icy cold.

"It's nothing, Zhixian. We'd better go and take a look at the salt-pan pools first," Bi Fangji steadied his mind and replied. The salt-pan pools were the most important thing right now; Yang Bo had done a lot for him, and he had to repay him with something in return.

"You stinky pervert, do you think I wanted to watch your filthy actions? I... I really couldn't go down. I... I'm afraid of heights," Kong Dongchong dragged out her words, sounding aggrieved.

Furthermore, Princess Kiko of Naonomiya wore a pair of high-heeled shoes about seven centimeters high on her feet, noble and sexy. She wasn't wearing stockings, which only further highlighted her beautiful, scallion-white legs.

Birth, growth, babbling in infancy, going to school—everything was so plain, everything was so ordinary. It seemed as if all anomalies had stayed far away from Ryan.

Upon arriving in the darkroom, Steward Li was already waiting there. Aside from a few familiar faces, there was also a fellow who looked like a rural, earthy landlord. He was smiling ingratiatingly while sweating profusely. Yang Bo glanced at him, and in his heart, he had already roughly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

"Taxile, some praise you as the bull of the Pontic plains, but I never expected you to be such a cowardly rat. What I need is the glory of defeating the Romans fair and square." Sometimes, Tigranes would speak to Taxile with such fierce anger—and his ambition to fight a decisive battle against Roman forces grew ever stronger because of it.

Regarding the organization known as the Wings of Demons, Qin Tian simply did not dare to lower his guard. This was because whether it was the inexplicable annihilation mission issued by the system, or his own innate divination which was strangely unable to calculate even a trace of their whereabouts, either was enough for Qin Tian to maintain a high level of vigilance toward this organization.

In the beginning, he thought Yang Lin had recognized his identity and was mercilessly mocking him here.

"Has our own intelligence been leaked?" Zhang Niujiao involuntarily thought of this question.

Regardless of whether Cai Xu had some deeper scheme at play this time, the fact that he was forcing them to divide their forces was something Zhao Kang and the others simply could not avoid no matter what.

Therefore, the experts on their side dwindled in number with every fight, and their strength grew weaker and weaker—this had become a foregone conclusion.

Zhang Zhibing did not dare to make a move. The weakest among these dozens of people was still someone he could not handle; if the leading cultivator were to strike, he truly wouldn't even have a way to escape. Thus, he could only watch helplessly as these cultivators completed their actions, not daring to make the slightest unauthorized move.

Daoist Tongtian patted Liu Ming's shoulder, recalling the scene that had just transpired, and still felt it somewhat incredible.

His tone carried a thick shade of shock, and then he fell to his knees before Liu Ming with a heavy thud.

"Table 2, how about it? Buy this account of mine and you can go right in. It's not expensive, fifty yuan." The scalper smiled, revealing slightly yellowish teeth.

"Therefore, we need to wait until they launch their attack over there before we can make our move," Cai Xu said in a deep voice.

Although Zhao Zhiren's speech was slurred due to his extreme difficulty in breathing at this moment.

While having someone notify Inspector Wu's side, Lin Raymond immediately made a phone call to instruct his men at the overpass to watch out for suspicious individuals at the overpass exits.