31 Brakes

The Martial Academy’s dormitory area consists of three buildings. Since there are six grades of students in total, every two grades share one building.

The Emperor was thoroughly annoyed. Just as he was about to wave his hand for the chief eunuch to intervene, Chu Yunjie stepped forward and beat him to it.

Yet, it could not be denied that if things were done according to Lin Che’s suggestion, there would indeed be no depletion of civil resources.

Chongming Sky City and Bright Moon Sky City bore the brunt of the situation; while they appear glorious now, their future is certainly not looking bright.

Shen Suyao’s heart was filled with complex emotions, leaving her speechless. The Empress and Chu Xingjun were inwardly resentful but dared not speak, and everyone looked expectantly toward the Emperor once more.

Manager Cheng clutched his vital areas, kneeling on the ground with his face twisted in pain. He couldn't catch his breath, stifled by the sheer agony.

"Look at you, it’s the weekend and you aren't working, why didn't you get up earlier? It’s already one o'clock and you’re just getting here," my aunt said as she opened the door for me, her tone full of disdain.

"General Yang, stop singing, we’re on the same side! Enough! I’ve got it!" Zhang Daoxuan had already realized that this advertising company was the one handling marketing for Mixue Bingbing, the brand seen at every school gate.

The medicinal effects had mostly worn off under Chu Yunjie’s intense movements, but she still paused to press on certain acupuncture points on her body.

Yang Chenwu’s legs were covered in maggot-like worms, dense and swarming, burrowing into his flesh. The sight was absolutely nauseating.

But now, Liu Han’s words had jolted her awake. She was only a martial apprentice, not even a high-grade one. Forget about Xiao Yu; even the Seven Stars and Eight Generals, or Chang Meng of the Luoma Water Fortress, were unfathomable experts in her eyes. Yet in the blink of an eye, Chang Meng had gone missing, the Seven Stars and Eight Generals were dead or wounded, and Xiao Yu was fleeing with injuries.

Dao Baifeng’s anger flared again. Not wanting to continue speaking with Duan Yanqing, she glared at him hatefully and stomped back to her room, slamming the door shut.

Ye Nanxi stood up from her chair, gently smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes, and stood still, watching the doorway.

He finally understood why his boss spent day and night training. If he were strong enough, these brutes would never be able to hold him down.

Ye Xiu let out a painful groan—this time it was genuine—but she showed no sign of resistance. The moment Liu Han saw her, he knew Tian Na had not controlled her meridians; she could use her internal energy freely. Yet now, enduring Liu Han’s rough ravages, she did not resist in the slightest.

"By the way, are the competitions between you students one-on-one or something else?" Song Li asked.

This made him realize the inadequacy of his own strength. It was also true that Chen Shibo and his group were simply far too powerful.

The soil on the grave mound immediately became damper, with ripples of light appearing. The seven peanuts sank half an inch, and the copper coin in the center spun, releasing a wave of golden light.

As Qin Dou spoke, her eyes shone brightly as she looked at Lin Shuang, who then slowly shook his head.

You Li wanted to retort, but hearing Pei Xuan crack her knuckles, she was suddenly struck with fear and sat obediently on the sofa without saying another word.

However, there was no need to doubt that those guys gathered around the core of the magic circle certainly had that idea in mind.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?" the boy muttered. He was likely a novice investor; after tapping the screen repeatedly and losing all confidence, he swung his phone and slammed it hard against the back of the chair.

Su Jiulie sat by the chair in his loungewear, lost in thought. Did he forget to lock it properly? Given Qiao Wanxin’s temper, she wouldn't try to find a way out, would she?

Sure enough, she stepped forward, rose on her tiptoes, and left a light kiss on his lips as a seal of love. She had only intended for it to be a brief touch, but he clearly had no intention of stopping.

"It’s fine, Big Brother and Sister-in-law, just stay here! My second sister and I will go borrow a room at Yuni’s place. But this isn't a long-term solution; you all should think about what to do!" How could Chen Hanting just leave like this? He still wanted to give him a gift! Turning his home upside down and then trying to walk away scot-free—there was no such thing.

"Screw your mother!" I screamed, kicking and struggling against the man, but I remained tightly bound from head to toe.

"Strong is strong, but how powerful can a third-level evolver really be?" Bian Zixing asked, puzzled. The word "strong" was not something that came out of Liu Feng’s mouth often.

Originally, Wang Kun intended for Jin Bei to be the male lead, but Jin Bei had too many business affairs and acting was merely a hobby, so he naturally declined and recommended Yun Zong instead.

Kabelus gritted his teeth in frustration. He had never imagined that a high-ranking demon could be so troublesome. Although as a Demon Lord, the opponent could not inflict any fatal damage on him, he found himself unable to finish off this Frost Demon quickly, forced into a war of attrition.

"I’m fine, Boss," Ma Xiang coughed twice, clearly feeling unwell but forcing himself to endure it.

Though Cuihua was stout and not particularly bright, she had worked in the Xu family since she was a child as the lowest of servants. After one look at Xu Yanzhu, she guessed some of what was on her mind.

It appeared now that Huaishi had taken a step a bit too large. If it were some sort of crown-bearer, perhaps they could be converted, but the specifications for a ruler were clearly too exaggerated.

Especially her willingness to bear all the pain made Dong Shu feel that she was, after all, a mother who loved her child.