Was it successful?

Perhaps.

At least in Xu Shi's view, considerable progress has been made in the transformation of "Yuan".

She, who was originally just a cold AI, has now begun to show a bewildered expression like a human.

This kind of thing can't be faked, especially considering the change in how she addresses herself...

Of course, Xu Shi was well aware that she hadn't genuinely submitted to him through normal means, but rather because she had absorbed too much...

Just as Lin Yu'an was about to continue making the purse, everything suddenly went black before her eyes, and Xi Xi covered her eyes with her hand.

He was once confused when he discovered that he was not as good at composing poems as others, but a conversation with his father gave him a new direction in life.

"By the way, did you send Li Lan back to the manor?" She went to bed early yesterday and hadn't had a chance to ask about Li Lan's condition yet.

Gu Changqing had a premonition that behind this stone door lay something that Haotian Mirror was looking forward to.

Sikong Miaoqi's face turned ashen, his eyebrows stood on end, and his nostrils flared. Just as he was about to lash out, he heard Jin Miao speak.

After all, these tasks require constant experimentation and verification, which means the world needs to be constantly restarted. But now there are only ten chances left, which is undoubtedly very difficult.

"Understood!" everyone said in unison. Despite Kong Liang's unremarkable appearance, he had a commanding presence. Seeing how well he arranged things, everyone was full of confidence and eager to get started.

Gu Beicheng glanced at the gray barrier. It seemed that the superhuman was dead, otherwise he would definitely be causing trouble by now. But it was unusually quiet.

"Sir, I asked Aunt Qian to make something delicious. I'll bring it over right now!" After saying that, Lin Yu'an grabbed Xixi's hand and ran outside.

According to fortune tellers, the emperor's fate is not auspicious. This is because the emperor's fate is mostly not his own, but tied to the fate of the entire nation. It's like solving an equation with too many variables.

"You're the one I'm most worried about," Ye Han said to Pihc. He knew that everyone knew their limits and that they were just joking.

Warm water droplets dripped onto my face. Although Cynthia was smiling gently, her tears wouldn't stop.

Roger was delighted when he heard Anglie mention Oliver, because judging from Anglie's tone, Oliver must still be alive, otherwise Anglie wouldn't have said that.

"All you need to do later is refine a seventh-grade pill. A seventh-grade alchemist is enough to guarantee your advancement to the second round of the competition. Save some strength for the second round or even the finals!" Dan Chen said to Sun Qian and the other two with a smile.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng called Zhu Tao and Leng Hao over, wanting them to do something so he could confirm whether his guess was correct.

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you." Yu Shitian's voice had a unique charm. Even with a clearly mocking tone, Liang Shan found the voice beautiful and could even vividly picture Yu Shitian's captivating figure in his mind just from that voice.

Vayne flashed in, used her E skill to knock Sion back, and Sion crashed into the turret. She immediately activated her ultimate and unleashed a barrage of attacks on Sion.

Then he remembered his last trip back to Earth and how advanced mobile phones were, and how they could be used to order food. He wondered if it would be great if there was a similar system in the Spirit Realm.

"...My attack speed is too slow, and the higher-ups are already very dissatisfied. They sent the general to take command, so I have no right to stop the troops from advancing." The giant steel snake's face turned red, but it still spoke out fiercely.

Pan Yan stroked his beard and thought for a moment. Overall, Gao Yue's poem, while not exceptionally good, was still quite decent. It also controlled the rhymes and reflected a relatively healthy and positive set of values. It was far superior to last year's arrogant and boastful poem.