Chapter Sixty-Eight: Stirring Trouble Without Being Hospitalized

The consequence of eating too much at the midnight snack the night before was waking up with a bitter taste in her mouth the next morning—a fact that Ming Shuang had now personally confirmed. However, compared to Cheng Yushen, who had to get up in the middle of the night with an upset stomach, a bitter mouth was a minor issue.

There were classes during the first two periods this morning, and even though Cheng Yu had had an upset stomach the night before, she still had to bravely get out of bed.

“I can’t believe it. We actually finished all the food from last night’s snack. I’d planned to save some for breakfast…” Cheng Yu said, gulping down a large glass of warm water after washing up.

“Don’t forget, you still owe me breakfast for half a month. With all that you ordered last night—hic—you’ve already eaten enough to pay off your breakfast debt,” Ming Shuang replied after rinsing his mouth, though it still tasted unpleasant. He even hiccupped as he spoke.

Si Moji reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him.

Every detail in this office made Lucius uncomfortable. The reason, in the end, was that it was too shabby—compared with the offices of those prominent figures in the wizarding world he’d been in before, it was simply beyond comparison. If not for the business he’d come to discuss, by his nature, he would have already made a few sharp remarks.

Li Fan’s eyes lit up at once. After the recent beast disaster in the southern border, he’d realized that no matter how much he tried to curry favor, his hopes would never be fulfilled.

Nan Baihe was weeping like a pear blossom in the rain, and Madam Nan was crying as well. Everyone was begging and pleading with the elders, yet in private, they all blamed Nan Xiyue.

Thank goodness it’s so dark here! Harry thought in relief, his face burning red. Meanwhile, Mr. Weasley smiled as he stopped Ron from ripping up his shamrock hat and at the same time pulled his leg free from between the railings.

As we donned the King’s Soul once more and descended into the abyss, the quivering ground—once impenetrable no matter how hard we struck—suddenly began to sink of its own accord.

With this thought, Madam Nan’s anger exploded. She strode forward and slapped Nan Xiyue hard across the face.

The potion’s effect was immediate. Before Madam Pomfrey could finish tending Hermione’s wounds, Harry, who had taken the potion first, was already enveloped in deep, irresistible, dreamless sleep.

Yet if one tried to analyze it closely, it was impossible to pinpoint just where the chaos began or where, exactly, it was most chaotic.

Hermione was startled by a thought that suddenly popped into her head. Blushing furiously, she quickly stepped away from the mirror and jumped into the shower.

“I brought it to its peak, and then I pushed it into the abyss? What… what have I done?” Zhang Xiang stared blankly at the Utrecht gate, muttering to himself.

“Assistant Zhang, if you need anything, just let me know. I’ll take care of it immediately,” Guo Huifang promised over the phone, patting her chest in assurance.

At noon on the third day, they finally spotted that dark green Toyota Land Cruiser. It was parked by the lakeside, and according to the satellite GPS coordinates, the brackish lake—still dotted with chunks of ice—should be West Jinwulan Lake. Wu Hui and the other two approached the vehicle with guns drawn, leaving Dudu in charge of security.

Doro kept up a mental link with Dina, and since Dina had fully opened her mind, Doro didn’t even need to use psychic probing to know her every thought and feeling.

In August of the second year of King Qin’s reign, Qin Meng received word from Han Zheng on Cold Spring Island in Juyan Marsh.

When the faint tremors subsided, Haitang’s expression was tinged with mild annoyance, which, to Yuan Zhenxia, only made her look more enchanting.

The best time to raise juvenile swimming crabs is during the autumn festival; after over two months of cultivation, now is the time for harvest.

After Suzhou Weifeng had carefully cleaned up the scene to ensure nothing was left behind, he led Lida into the thicket ahead. In no time, the two of them vanished into the forest.

If the property management company rejected Yan Zi’s claim, Meng Xinyao agreed that next, she would represent the production team to help Yan Zi consult with a professional lawyer and discuss how to pursue further compensation.

It was also sheer luck for Song Xuan’s group of five and Zhao Dezhu. If they’d recognized Ye Chen at the airport and started a fight, just those five men in trench coats alone could have beaten them to death.