Chapter 23: Driving School

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The reason was simple: the video had been sent by Secretary Su, who at the very least was privy to the information. Perhaps, to conceal his identity, he had deliberately used a disguise within it.
"Why not just ask Secretary Su?" Thinking of this, Shi Ran acted on impulse, drafted a text message, and sent it out.
Before long, a reply arrived: "Assistant Shi, this video suddenly appeared in..."
The light deep within the Dragon Palace, however, had captivated him, and he was desperate to know what his grandfather’s primordial spirit had truly gone inside to do.
"Hmph, you still have the nerve to speak, you unfilial son! Causing a disturbance for your parents first thing in the morning—is this how you behave now that you've come down?" It was Father Zhao who spoke.
She did not know how to answer why he made her nervous, so in the end, she could only bite her lip and remain silent.
This type of nightgown was highly breathable, and due to the special craftsmanship of the fabric, it felt cool against the skin when worn.
"Why is it that every time I see you, you are crying?" A cold, irritable voice drifted faintly from behind Ye Zhitong.
"Rest assured, Your Highness, this servant is ready to die for you!" Zhize nodded, satisfied with Chun Yu’s display of loyalty, waved a hand toward me, and departed in the carriage without looking back.

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At this moment, the energy accumulated within the Houyi Bow was already sufficiently powerful—certainly enough to annihilate the Abyss Wrath Sovereign. He relaxed his right hand, and with a sharp 'bang,' the crisp sound of the bowstring suddenly echoed through the air. This soul-piercing vibration swept out in all directions in an instant.
The road of youth is full of obstacles, and he had grown up gradually with his mother’s constant companionship. Later setbacks caused him to fade the memories of his previous affections.
Recalling this, Zhang Deshuai immediately set off, transforming into a blurred phantom as he darted down the hillside. Before long, he rushed into the great hall carrying a large bag of delicious delicacies that exuded a rich, tempting aroma.
Watching Li Hu weep and complain over the phone, Xiao Yifeng shook his head, a flicker of disdain appearing in his eyes.
Sensing the strength beyond their limits within each other, Cronus and Typhon were stunned for a moment, then sneered and shook their heads.
Hearing his father’s words of concern, Zhao Qiujun’s soul form dimmed further; in front of his father, the grievances in his heart flowed out involuntarily.
Moreover, in the eyes of many students, the school’s second campus belle was the most unique, as she was also proficient in the martial arts.
Had it been anyone else, disaster would have surely struck, as their car was at the very front and would have borne the full brunt of the charging truck.
Vermouth shook her head. She had already returned this time and would not be going back; someone else would be in charge of matters in America.
He wore a black robe, though it appeared somewhat worn and was stained with unidentified spots.

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After much thought, Venti decided to go up and take a look, only to find that two men had just walked in like that?
If only he had a camera, he would certainly have captured Bai Minxin in that pitiful state, just to show her later when she tried to act tough in front of him.
After two days of travel, Li Feng finally arrived on foot at the gates of Yangzhou City, where a large procession had appeared before him.
Hearing Garp’s words, Bolt finally breathed a sigh of relief. What he feared most now was Garp choosing to charge in recklessly without any regard for the consequences.
Lin Xi still felt it was strange, but seeing that the old madam was too exhausted to speak further, she said nothing more and turned to leave.
Lost in thought, Gao Chuan arrived outside the apartment building. The sunlight licked against his exposed skin; even though he had rarely been exposed to the sun before, he had felt a deep aversion to its existence, yet now, he felt not the slightest discomfort.
Maine looked at Dorio, who was staring intently into his eyes, her expression full of gravity.
For this, Samson, possessing both wisdom and consciousness, suffered to the extreme. He was filled with immense guilt and self-reproach, yet now, he had finally awaited the return of his master, longing to raise the war banner alongside him and declare war upon the world.