Chapter 37: The Lame Man

Working at a convenience store is simple enough.

Customers are few and far between during the day, with most of the time spent on mindless tasks like stocking shelves, moving inventory, and clearing out stock.

Moving cargo from the outside in was fine at first, but after going back and forth several times, Gu Sheng began to struggle. The main issue was a piercing pain in her right foot that flared up repeatedly, making it difficult to maintain a steady gait.

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The trio, still debating over their food, finally noticed the situation and walked over, occupying all the remaining space.

Even though Sheng Junqian had never seen Wang Zhi fight in person, he could already infer a great deal from the stories he had heard.

Hei Wu simply stood there; should any stronger entity approach, Hei Wu would be the one to face them.

As April arrived, the weather in Manhattan defied the chill of the previous year. A breeze filled with the vibrancy of spring swept over the horizon and into the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Stepping out of the car, Zheng Jianguo looked up at the rising sun.

On Ning Xia’s back, there was a blossoming scarlet flower. Its color was incredibly vivid, yet it was not a tattoo.

But faced with Shangguan Lingyuan’s threat, Li Menghan was truly terrified, her body trembling uncontrollably.

It was after this day that the Kansai and Jeonju regions quietly entered the rainy season.

"The God King’s current physical condition is so poor—could his body be too weak to withstand such potent nourishment?" Ye Fan frowned as he studied the man. He was no longer the novice he once was; he could see through many issues at a glance. Sea Marrow was gentle only in comparison to other treasures of the same grade. Attempting to absorb it would be a burden for the God King in his current state.

Waving goodbye to Xia Zhidao, Yamamoto Ryoko quickly turned her head to look at Shiraishi Rika, who was unconsciously glancing toward the classroom door, and pursed her lips.

Indeed, even Ye Minde, who had received his doctorate over thirty years ago, believed that no bacteria could survive in the acidic environment of the stomach. Of course, Zheng Jianguo’s questions still needed to be addressed—what if there were bacteria that had yet to be discovered?

Struck by another blade, the frustration in Dai Pinghai’s heart was unimaginable. Yet, he could not lash out and had to endure it all in silence. After all, he was a handsome man and had to maintain a radiant, sunny image. This was his internal monologue, a way to console himself.

After a brief argument, Zhang Chaoyang and Huang Qianshan fell silent. Given their standing, they could not afford to lose face in front of the students.

Demon Spirit Luoyan glanced indifferently at Tuoba Xue and flicked her slender hand. The God-Binding Net whistled through the air, retracted into her palm, and vanished.

"Rest assured, the random teleportation scroll deposits you in a random location. It might be near the Dream of Life and Death, or it could be tens of thousands of miles away. No one’s spiritual sense could possibly monitor such a vast area," Jiyin said with a careless smile.

Looking around the spacious restaurant, there were very few empty seats left in either the Western dining area on the left or the Chinese section on the right.

He Qingfan was delighted by this. Suddenly, he was a rank higher than Ban Ruoshui, which was quite satisfying. It allowed him to suppress her with his status; he couldn't stand her constant air of maturity, as if everyone else were a fool. Her high-and-mighty expression always rubbed him the wrong way.

Su Youqing and Mu Manni, the mysterious duo, giggled and began to eat, stopping their teasing of Jiang Chengce.

"It’s the Flying Eagle over there!" hearing the commotion, Cai Xu, who had just looked up, spoke immediately.

Jiang Chengce cleared his throat, successfully drawing the attention of all the students, including, naturally, Princess Shizuko.

At the mention of this, Feng Zhen and Feng Luoyu displayed completely different expressions. Feng Zhen looked lost, while Feng Luoyu appeared lost in thought.