Chapter 31: The Library Confession Challenge (Part 11)

Another silence descended, and Zhang Chen felt as though the very air around them had frozen. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he looked up at He Mengli. To his surprise, she was not crying; her expression was merely one of profound desolation.

As for Mo En, even before he opened the door, he heard the sound of joyful laughter echoing from within. Perhaps it had been too long since he had heard such mirth, for as he placed his hand on the doorknob, he hesitated, unable to bring himself to open it for a long while.

Qin Heping and the others eagerly questioned Chen Xing about his time in the Goryeo Prefecture. Chen Xing selected a few significant events and recounted them for the group.

It was Sunday, and with no work, the boxing gym was far livelier than it had been on the day Lin Di had sparred with Niu Dali. When Lin Di arrived, two fighters were locked in a match on the very same ring where he had previously fought, their skill level appearing quite high.

After the initial shock, Lu Qi realized that the sensation of "wings implanting into his bones and blood" had actually been an illusion.

Her cheeks flushed pink as she spoke, the words barely squeezed out through the air. Anyone witnessing this scene would surely have misunderstood.

Then there was the Ancient One. Charles understood the Ancient One’s temperament, and he also knew what Lan Ze would do after suffering a grievous injury. This could be determined by the fact that the Ancient One dared not leave even now; the weight of the fear that Uncle Lan Ze had instilled in the Ancient One was immense.

That scorching gaze stung Gao Xun. Although he did not look at Tiffany, he could tell that if he continued to be perfunctory, he would be doomed.

Elder He snorted again, his expression one of deep dissatisfaction. Shang Qing trembled and, lying prostrate on the ground, voiced his conjecture.

Tong Mujue was now truly red-eyed with fury. Having just wanted to show off his prowess before Zhao Shijiu, he never expected that as soon as he took to the sky, a bright light would flash behind him, and he would be struck by an arrow. The arrow hit one of his wings, sending him spinning through the air like a top for several miles.

Mo Yin was stunned, and Li Changge sighed. Although she had long anticipated such an outcome, who among them could help but harbor a sliver of hope?

I did not catch the rest of Linda's words, but it seemed she meant that in the eyes of such immortal beings, space and time were not impassable chasms; only causality served as the pivot for all shifts in destiny.

Mingyue: The original intention behind surveillance cameras is noble—to prevent theft and vandalism, and to regulate behavior so people become law-abiding citizens.

If she were to remove her mask and wear clothes less plain—even without any makeup—wouldn't a multitude of male beasts be willing to live and die for her?

Inside the residence of the 23rd Prince, the 23rd Prince, Wuming, Jiaomujiao, and several other core figures of the 23rd Prince’s faction had gathered in a secret chamber.

His face flushed with shame. He hurriedly took a sip of tea, then let out a breath, patting his cheeks with both hands in an attempt to calm his restless and uneasy heart.

Dong Liurong: Why has the rain returned to the south again? Heavens, you really aren't quite right.

"In that case, we can't let this scourge Liu Feiyang live. Old Master, as long as you give the word, we won't care if he’s a god or not. At worst, we lose our lives; we’re going to die sooner or later anyway, so we might as well fight him to the end. Given his nature, he will only grow more brazen, and we will continue to live under his shadow..." one of them said, clenching his fists.

"What do you plan to do when you go back?" Wang Ling thought of Weng Da, who had fled, and chuckled at his audacity.

"Very good. Worthy of being called the 'Fan-Wielding Young Master.' Indeed, a man of sentiment and righteousness." The Minister clapped his hands a few times. The masked man beside him understood immediately and went down to bring Yan Xiang over.

Suddenly struck by her so fiercely, the young man felt his head buzzing, the pain causing him to gasp repeatedly.

Yet, to their disappointment, although the rich fragrance clearly emanated from this spot, a closer inspection revealed absolutely nothing.

He knew about the events of that day, and he also knew that the memorial Yun Haotian had submitted was merely an excuse to exonerate Shui Yiren, which was why he had suggested his own assignment to the army.

In any case, Nihuáng in the carriage felt that the longest road she had ever traveled was the trap set by her junior sister.

Rong Xi’s waist was a bit sore; she leaned back and slowly slid down, clutching a soft pillow, not daring to make any large movements.

In the main hall, Chu Tiankuo and Shui Mai sat around a table, conversing happily.

There was no help for it; the words had already reached this point. If she continued, she would only appear unreasonable.

"Before I answer you, may I first help you dry your hair?" Rozelle asked, looking at her.

She simply could not imagine the consequences if the male lead were to find out about this matter, so she braced herself and called out.

She had never expected to encounter Gu Changsheng, and Gu Changsheng, as luck would have it, discovered that Zhang Ruoxu was still alive and pulled the tubes that were sustaining his life.

"My Dragon Head, if I weren't driven to distraction by them every single day, would I have such a reaction upon seeing you return?" Wang Yuanxian complained with a wry smile.

"Is that so? *Cough*... Then I truly want to see what the result will be!" Mu Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right sleeve and said indifferently.

To be able to use it once is not bad; if he encountered a situation like the tree demon or today’s incident, he could put it to use.

Struggling to lift his head from the mud, the Crown Prince of Later Qin wiped the sludge from his face and opened his eyes.

Zhang Yuan had a round, smiling face. His smiling, chubby cheeks squeezed his small eyes, making him look like a plump, lucky cat.

"Stripping the firewood from under the cauldron" was the springboard for students to leap from Class F to Class A, as well as the decisive battle card played by the weak against the strong.

Seeing the gatekeeper staring straight at her sleeve pocket, Yu Zi hardened her heart and pulled out a third handful. Combined, these three handfuls totaled more than fifty knife-coins. After pulling them out, Yu Zi shook her empty sleeve pocket, silently signaling to the gatekeeper that she had no more coins to give.

"No... strictly speaking, it was obtained from someone else's hands. Have the two of you ever heard of... the Black Knight?" Zhao Yi smiled faintly, asking the question in a soft tone.

He scooped Ye Qinglan up into his arms, tapped his toes against the ground, and soared into the air, flying toward the other side.

Tu Dou’s mouth hung open in shock, while Bai Shaoxing and Lu Chen were also stunned. For a veteran gamer, a game character is their life. Now that they had encountered a hacker, Lilith’s account was essentially ruined.