Book One, Chapter 115: No Apology
Ye Guang paced round and round in place, frantic and utterly at a loss. Ye Ting's two slaps left Su Tingxue's head buzzing until someone nearby called the police and the pair were taken to the station. On receiving word, Su Ningxia immediately went to pick up Ye Ting.
"This is..." Liu Bing cast his gaze upon Tian Yan'er, as if dreading that Lin Rui might say this was his child.
In truth, had this been a real fight, Hua Yan could have easily dodged such a sluggish attack, even a sneak one. But this was merely a performance staged for Lan Jing'er, so Hua Yan deliberately stood motionless and let Xian pounce.
Had he not learned before the match that this fellow had inextricable ties to the Cai family, Liu Yang might have played a few rounds with him. But after the string of recent events, Liu Yang's mood was abysmal to the extreme, and there was also the man's connection to the Du family. Hearing this, Liu Yang couldn't help but knit his brows—what was wrong with people these days? Every single one of them strutted about with such insufferable arrogance.
When the word "Annihilation" fell, the power of the Great Dao of Destruction swept forth from the broken blade. In that moment, the terrifying power of the Great Dao wreathing the blade even brought forth alarming cracks across its surface.
"I have no real plan. I'll just take it one step at a time. I want to keep us all alive, but Qian Yang won't allow it." As the master spoke, his voice carried an indescribable exhaustion.
If Lin Ming hadn't brought Zi Lan to a place like Seireitei in the Soul Society, perhaps she wouldn't have suffered such torment, wouldn't have met Aizen, and wouldn't have fallen into the half-dead state she was in now.
John had taken part every year in the past, but this year he said he wasn't as fit as before. He came to the box with Old Barton, and finding there weren't enough stools, pressed Barton's shoulder to make him sit first, then went out alone to find one.
But against an existence at the Eighth Heaven of the Realm Venerate, Xiao Feng could only take a gamble. If he failed to trap the opponent, then the only possible end was a fight to the death.
Since Jin Yuanbao and Zero communicated within their consciousness, Liu Yanmei and the coroner couldn't hear them. All they saw was Jin Yuanbao staring blankly at his phone, seemingly lost in thought.
When he walked into Chu Wanqin's office and saw that she had gone to elaborate lengths to dress up, even Ye Chen, for all his composed nature, couldn't help but pause a moment at her charming visage.
He himself desperately wanted to strike Ye Chen down, but Ye Chen's strength was truly not a whit weaker than his—it even seemed to edge slightly above.
Their class had never been strict with its students, not about undone homework or poor exam scores. But the homeroom teacher had been replaced. The new one was stern and fierce, determined to pull every single student's grades up.
This could only mean that Wang Hui, returning after ten years, was utterly out of the loop. After all, in those ten years, as the leader of the Bloodthirsty Mercenary Legion and a man known as "Scar," he had spent the bulk of his time amid slaughter—what leisure did he have to follow hairstyle trends?
He didn't know why, as if guided by some ghostly impulse, he had agreed to such an unreliable and insubstantial affair. But agree he did.
That radiance burned on into the next day, a hundred flowers bursting into bloom, painting a stretch of crimson splendor beyond the Jing family's gate.
"Back then, weren't you tired of acting before me? Calling me 'good sister, good sister' while driving a knife into my back—did you truly not fear the pain you'd cause?" Feng Linglong said as she pushed the bowl of rice through the railings and set it before her.
Feng Linglong did not step through that black door. Instead, she raised her right hand, and the iron chain in her grasp clattered with a harsh din.
This made Zhao Qingluo feel that her sulking in that moment was, after all, rather meaningless.