Chapter 57 You Are Simply Making Trouble Out of Nothing

It was already twelve-thirty in the afternoon.
The robots punctually delivered the lunches assigned to each class to the respective head teachers.
In the Watermelon Class, Teacher Yu distributed the lunchboxes to the students one by one according to the names marked on them.
After finishing, she clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Alright, it's time for everyone's favorite mealtime~ Did everyone wash their little hands properly just now?"
Jiang Xingran and Jiang Yueyi sat together and chorused with their classmates.
If Zhang Jianfeng were sent to handle this matter, it would inevitably cause panic among the people, so Xiao Fan ultimately decided to go there in person.

The oil lamp in the room flickered, casting shifting patterns of bright and dark light. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes, watching the changes in the yellowish glow upon the general's face, and remained silent for a long time. According to Qing Kingdom customs, a sputtering lamp flame usually signified good news, but Fan Xian could not be sure of that at this moment.
Baili Fengye's sudden move gave Xia Ying a profound shock. She tried repeatedly to rise, but Baili Fengye pressed her head down, forcing her back onto his lap.
Master Sanshi let out a muffled grunt, striking the ground fiercely with his long wooden staff. The bird-head carving at the top of the staff thrust forward in a split second, blocking an arrow that seemed to have flown down from the heavens.
Seeing Lin Mu make a gesture to put away the Nine-Sun True Water, Zuo Cheng instantly grew anxious, lashing out with lightning speed to snatch it away.
Having slept for too long, Lan Ling'er's subconscious was still in a state of reluctance to wake up, causing her recovery to be exceptionally slow. Or perhaps she simply wanted to quietly listen to Lin Mu tell a story, recounting everything that had transpired over the years.

Longyang was merely a man skilled at concealing himself. A dormant dragon, once awakened, is bound to startle the thunder; Longyang had long since awakened, and he was now like a dragon wearing a veil. The moment someone dared to tear away that veil, disaster would befall them.
The Third Prince was still paralyzed with terror. The wound stabbed by the assassin that afternoon began to bleed once more. Hurriedly supporting his mother alongside Lady Ning, the three of them ran in a panic behind Fan Xian.
"However, I can only help you fuse the tentacles; I cannot restore them to their former appearance," Longyang said.
He had thought he could draw it out this time, but he was wrong... When the sword was pulled out to a third of its length, that overwhelming sense of suppression struck him once again.
He had never been a particularly loyal or steadfast man. Seeing this situation, he knew on one hand that he had been kidnapped, and on the other, that his life was in grave danger.
Mu Xue looked at Zhao Tiezhu with a blank expression, a hint of deep anxiety hidden within her eyes. She had pinned high hopes on this cup of water she had poured for him personally.

Right there in a place already flowing with rivers of blood, he was actually going to become the head of the Demonic Sect.
Since ancient times, rulers have been inherently suspicious. Thus, the moment doubt took root in the king's heart, he had entirely lost trust in Jerry.
Wang Ermao knew they were his own people, and that the reason they kept their guns aimed without firing must be due to an order from General Guan.
Almost the exact instant the stone gate closed, the figures of Prince Ruyang and the others appeared within the grand hall.
As time passed, the influence of these organizations gradually faded, reducing them to various factions operating across the Middle East. Most of these groups had their own enemies, hunted down like stray dogs.

Su Jinxi thought that perhaps she really was overthinking things, or perhaps she still did not understand Ye Youyao well enough.
Even though Yi Xuzhi had been struck, he showed no anger. For the events of the past, he still harbored deep guilt; the few blows Gu Anxing dealt him could already be considered light.
After figuring it out, I shook my head inwardly. It seemed the Great Wizard and the old native were old acquaintances. I was not entirely clear on what grievances existed between them, but I knew the old native was not a coward who would sacrifice the destiny of an entire tribe for selfish reasons.
The sky suddenly darkened, and an overwhelming pressure instantly descended. This formless pressure caused the clouds in the sky, the mist in the mountains, and the grass, trees, and dust on the earth to flatten downward by a notch.