Volume 1, Chapter 40: Breaching the City Gates

I do not necessarily force you to do so; General Ji once said that whenever you are willing, you may leave at any time!" Captain Gao suddenly chuckled, though a look of disdain flashed through his eyes. After all, they were children of wealthy families—how could they possibly endure such hardship?

Struggling to help her up, I saw that the fire in the bar was already raging higher and higher. Thick billows of smoke rolled before us, and the intense heat of the flames scorched our skin painfully. There was no way out; if I rushed into the fire now, my clothes would surely catch fire and burn me to death.

Hualang pondered in silence for a long time before saying, "This matter is probably far more complicated than we imagine, so we had better wait for everything to—" Before Hualang could finish, Wang Chao and Ma Han rushed back from outside. Judging by their panting appearance, they must have run a considerable distance.

Looking at the black mist before her, Qinghua retreated step by step with an icy expression. And since I was in too much pain to move, I could only pin my last hopes on Qinghua.

"Not bad at all, trash. You actually managed to hurt me." Chenyu touched a bloody hole in his chest with his hand, from which dark blood continuously flowed.

I had been bitten by her, and my mouth still burned with a fiery pain. It was just that it had been too dull a moment ago, and taken by her kindness, I had harbored improper thoughts toward her. Yet deep down, she must have liked me too; I could feel it. She had no friends either, but in the past two days, being together had made us friends.

Chu Juan watched as students carrying their painting boards emerged one by one from the classroom, until finally, she caught sight of Lin Ruo'er's figure.

The ultimate conclusion remained that even if the South China Sea Fleet were to arrive, Tang Jian still stood a high chance of becoming mere cannon fodder. It was a contradictory yet helpless conclusion.

Of course, if he chose not to go, it was acceptable, but it would inevitably leave a poor impression on the core figures of Jiuding and President Qiao. Nie Zhenbang would never do such a thing. Thus, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.

"When this maid attended to Her Ladyship, we ate and lived together, not as your lordship claims," Ai Shuang replied after listening.

The leader of the imperial guards was slightly startled and glanced in Lin Luolang's direction, then fell somewhat speechless. Although most of the paths in the imperial palace were paved with cobblestones and indeed somewhat uneven, they were hardly so raised as to trip someone up.

Ye Mu raised an eyebrow slightly. From what he knew, the man before him had cleared the evaluation from a lower-plane ruin, so logically speaking, he should not have many acquaintances in the defying-heaven realm. However, he had indeed heard rumors that aside from the Firmament Academy, Jialing Academy had unusually recruited ten students from the lower planes this year.

Pei Huan only then released him, and sat down close beside him, pulling the useless "crybaby" up from the chair so that the two of them sat pressed tightly together.

Rong Xi felt the moist liquid flowing down between her thighs. The man gripped her slender waist, struggling fiercely to drive his manhood into her lower body, a sight that made her tremble with dread.

"I like you no matter what you're like," Ye Shuli said with a faint smile, his hand sliding to her waist to playfully pinch her curvaceous bottom.

An Yao sat in her wheelchair, gazing out at the garden beyond the massive French windows where the grass grew lush and green, yet her mood was far from pleasant.

Instead of developing as they had anticipated, things were moving in the exact opposite direction. It seemed that the Emperor's choice for Crown Prince was undoubtedly the First Prince nine times out of ten.

In the darkness, the prison guard saw nothing, but he could easily guess what was happening inside. Speechless and filled with dread, he turned and walked away.

This ungrateful remark made Father Xue, whose mood was already less than stellar, twitch the corner of his mouth.

With a sudden chill, the bundle encumbering his body was untied by Shui Yiren right at that moment of his daze. However, he no longer felt any anxiety; at worst, he could just make Er Gouzi pay to buy another one.

Since he had chosen the path of an undercover agent, it meant he had to endure loneliness and, at times, forsake friendship, romance, and even family ties.

"Such personality, I like it! I'm definitely going to marry you!" Yuan Song seemed completely unfazed as he sat on the ground and shouted at her retreating back.

"Piao'er, are you alright?" The male cultivator stepped forward to pull apart the two entangled figures, asking Guanxin with concern as he tidied the hair that had been disheveled by the tug-of-war.

What was even more miraculous was that he was neither bewitched by Qu Qingyou nor captivated by Qu Qingran. Much like her, he seemed naturally equipped with a golden finger to evade the protagonist's hormones. Coupled with his peerless handsome looks and celestial demeanor, though he possessed the troublesome Yin constitution, it was clear his talent was extraordinary—he was the rising star of the Cuicui Sect's future.

Ever since the deaths of Kong Qiu and Xun Kuang, the two leaders of the Confucian school, the influence of Confucianism in the imperial court had plummeted drastically. In sharp contrast, figures like Tang Chu of the School of Diplomacy, Han Fei of the Legalist school, and Wei Liao of the Military school held high positions as the Three Ducal Ministers and Nine Ministers in the court. How could the Confucian scholars possibly reconcile themselves to such a defeat?

The sick tiger aimed his gun at me. At this moment, I felt not a shred of fear, only anger. Just then, police sirens wailed. Upon hearing them, the sick tiger and his men panicked. The sick tiger fired a shot at me, which I dodged, and then he and Old Fatty hurriedly piled into a car, while the rest of their men scattered in all directions.

This luminous sphere possessed a deep blue, translucent outer layer, within which rested a purplish-black orb.

She believed that whatever Fusu had given her to eat could not be anything fatal; on the contrary, she felt that she probably owed him yet another immense favor.

The temple was bustling with a constant stream of people and thriving incense smoke. Some came to devoutly worship the gods while others looked on in curiosity. She heard that not far behind was Shanghai's Yuyuan Garden, along with several opera houses staging traditional plays! Not far away was also some sort of celebrity city, though she was too lazy to stroll through it.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Introduce my foot. Finish up quickly and go back to wait for the shift to end; I've got things to do in a bit."

The two apprentices were quite puzzled. Usually, by this time, Mistress Wu would have already risen and scolded them for arriving late. What was happening today?

Back then, because of the affair between himself and Xichen, Mr. Zheng had been resolved to kill Cheng Nuoyi. When he called a while ago, she had been so bewitched that she lied to Xichen, but now that Xichen was asking about it of his own accord, could it be that he already knew the truth?