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"He was definitely lying," Silviera said with a frown. "After entering hell, his power will be greatly enhanced. By then, whether he chooses to flee or corrupt those around him, both will be far more promising options for him."
"I know," Aoko Aozaki said. "It would be stranger if he weren't lying at a time like this. And what we need to consider now isn't whether he'll lie, but how to use this Gagasta to achieve our own goals."
"Huh? You get a massage after every match?" C. Ronaldo looked at Zhou Ping, somewhat puzzled.
He seemed to know about the abnormalities in this academy. It looked like something fun would happen again soon...
"An hour hasn't passed yet. After an hour, I'll spar with you again!" Linghu Chong said, then fell silent.
This teacher was named Wu Wei. He was also an old instructor at Yancheng University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. In his sixties or seventies, with a head of snowy silver hair and a pair of reading glasses, he might not have been revered by all, but he was certainly a respected man who had toiled tirelessly in education his entire life.
Chen Shaoyuan never imagined that the trump card he had been holding in reserve for a crucial moment would be seized by the other side in the blink of an eye.
As expected of an RMB super whale player—how could something like this possibly stump it? Even that "rabies vaccine" had been neutralized by it.
Chu Liuqing felt that her life was quite good as it was. There was truly no need for anything else to come disturb it.
"All right, stop fooling around. Let's go. Everyone, come to my place. We'll have a proper get-together, and you can tell me about what