Chapter 88: Refusal

The bell signaling the end of class rang swiftly. Ye Feng had been preoccupied with thoughts about Hong Lin, and at last, he heard the much-anticipated chime. Bai Yi also finished her lesson promptly, never lingering like some of the older teachers who enjoyed dragging out their classes. As expected from a young teacher, she understood the students’ desires best; the moment the bell sounded, everyone’s spirits soared as if released. There was little point in continuing the lesson now—better to simply let them go. Once Bai Yi announced the end of class, Ye Feng left immediately...

Xu Wen performed a transformation spell on Zhang Yuanlong, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yuanlong took on Xu Wen’s appearance.

“A big rat! Yes, there was a big rat!” Su Huanhuan finally came up with an excuse and hurriedly blurted it out.

This was used to connect with the magical circuits inside the Magitek Armor, strengthening or weakening the output of magical energy as needed.

Wu Ye recalled reading in his previous life’s guide about methods to increase the number of skills one could carry, but he could not remember the details. He had to keep experimenting.

Keiko the Vagabond observed the battlefield while keeping an eye on the time, suddenly overcome with a sense of foreboding.

Since he always chose Wen Ruxu over her, what was the point of pretending to be so deeply attached now?

In the marketplace of Gu'an City, a magical knight approached, trailed by a group of players, though Wu Ye was not among them.

When Xia Qing returned with two buckets of instant noodles, she found Wan Tao holding a hot dog, and Misty Rain had one beside her as well, though she only rested her chin in her hand and gazed elsewhere.

“Over here, Master.” Peony hardly dared to breathe as she led her master to the main bedroom, thoughtfully closing the door behind her and careful not to make a sound.

Han Feng clapped his hands and ventured deeper into the ruins. After he left, cracks appeared on the body of the knight-class Honkai Beast; droplets of violet blood seeped from the fissures. In the next moment, the beast shattered along the cracks, and a dozen knight-class Honkai Beasts were reduced to mere chunks of flesh.

Yan Chou Chou shifted her footing, her fingers flicked, sending several blasts of wind to seal King Ke Jing’s acupuncture points. Yan Xiu stepped forward to escort King Ke Jing away.

Strictly speaking, Zhou Le Yang had already gone too far, since Ding Yi was not as easy to manipulate as expected. The Zhou family, determined to vent their anger, would have to wait until this storm passed, lest Ding Yi truly turn hostile and drag everyone down with her, making sure no one escaped unscathed.

Gu Xixi sobbed harder and harder, as if a thread stretched tight for more than two years had finally snapped under the weight of the moment.

Taryn was prepared to transfer the white cat’s power to the orange cat... yet at that moment, Thousand Faces offered Joshua another choice.

Wang Man practiced the Way of the Martial, the Way of the Warrior, and the Way of the Soul. Of these, his martial skills were the most refined. In the past, within the demon realm, he had used his blade to comprehend the technique of shattering the void, leaving Yan Chou Chou utterly disheveled. Therefore, his confidence in martial arts was unshakable.

“I...” Gu Xixi wanted to ask who it was, but the phone was already emitting the busy signal.

All in all, Qi Yongxin, seeing the curious faces around him, found himself caught in a dilemma and wished he could smash Ding Yi’s feigned expression of curiosity to pieces.

Watching Mu Sunan’s distant silhouette, I felt a surge of complicated emotions. That man always emanated such warmth.

She still trusted Gu Dong in this regard. He might scheme to divorce her, but he would never stoop so low as to frame her, send her to prison, or make her take the blame. He would not.

Her fishtail dress swept the floor, revealing matching silk-tied high heels as she walked. The flesh-pink silk straps around her ankles peeked through, accentuating their slender, pale grace.

The shadows at the temples are sparse as one rests with sword at night; across the river, tears fall and gibbons wail. The frosty cold weakens the sound of horns, and in dreams, one returns to the Qin plains, powerless to change fate.

Long Yin Xuan reverted to his usual aloofness, took up the cup brimming with wine, and drained it in one gulp. He then refilled it from the flask at his side, repeating this twice more before coming to a halt.