"Like this, I can no longer play any role on the battlefield..." Saintess Zora's tone was filled with deep helplessness and unwillingness. Hearing this, the saintess guards all revealed looks of heartache. "Saintess..."
However, Cao Xing merely smiled, his voice still firm. "It's all right. You simply can't use your power for the time being. That doesn't mean you'll never have a chance to recover in this lifetime."
Zora parted her red lips, just—
"Leave? Where to?" At that moment, a sinister voice rang out, followed by a gust of cold wind blowing in from nowhere.
"Very good Transfiguration. Gryffindor, five points." Professor McGonagall nodded, looking with satisfaction at the needle Hermione had conjured.
He had originally planned to transfer Shi Luo's household registration under Shi Luo's name and become her guardian, but things had not gone well.
When he was eighteen, his parents had been forced to move to France. Unable to withstand the Ren Family's threats, he secretly agreed to take on the role of successor.
Thinking of this, Xu Chu simply took the toolbox from Xiao Qinglang, put on gloves, and stepped forward. Although the meat and bones had already been taken out of the pot, they were still scalding hot. Yet she did not care in the slightest, focusing only on rummaging through them.
Whether it was shooting distance, area, power, the ball's trajectory, or shooting angle, all had improved by leaps and bounds. He could practically score with a lift of his foot, leaving the opposing defense able to do nothing but stare.
In truth, he did not bear any deep hatred toward the Xu Family. His greatest knot was his father Xu Aoyuan's death, and Xu Changqing could not escape responsibility for it.
He found it rather strange. Why were all his dorm mates