Chapter 96: Just Act Spoiled

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It was because it was raining.

Outside the classroom corridor, the windowsill was lined with brightly colored umbrellas.
The water drops falling from them left the wall-adjacent patch of floor damp and soaked.
Only the wet umbrellas were hung outside; dry ones needed no such thing.

Chen Shian shook the water from his umbrella until it was dry, folded it up, and was about to bring it into the classroom.

“Damn—Master Dao, your umbrellas are seriously cool. Can I borrow one to look at?”
“Sure.”

But once he reached the pedestrian street, he immediately noticed something strange—the others suddenly seemed to be carrying quite a few more things.
In the conversation that followed, Sears deliberately nudged the discussion. It was clear Peter was trying hard to hide where he came from, but he was like a greenhouse flower that had never faced wind or rain, and in no time Sears drew out his background.

“I’m going to stay here to accompany Lord Daoen,” the middle-aged man said casually, but the loyalty and camaraderie in those words moved Sears and the men beside him.

Within the Murong clan, Murong Bo’s authority was unquestionable. Murong Bai was merely a second-generation heir and had no real voice at all; if it weren’t for his age, he likely would have had no claim to the Murong family estate.
Such a model is now scarcely seen in the market, yet Old Wang wanted to be the first to try it.

Yet after Dong Shuqian replied, he regretted it. Perhaps he had only wanted to flirt with the school beauty, let others be jealous for a while, but the outcome only worsened. Dong Shuqian was kept hanging on, never clear, never released, enduring torment all the more.

The Golden Kingdom’s threat to the Great Song was far greater than that of the Liao Kingdom. To truly be prepared, one had to know both oneself and the enemy. So Emperor Zhao Gou had long begun arranging things, ensuring that men trained by Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen and the rest not only learned the Golden tongue but also the principles of trade.

After all, among the former Six Sword Saints there had been one who mastered astrology. And in her eyes Ling Yun was the convergence of all six; if he acted, he might truly be able to find traces of the Noklos family in that chaos of constellations.
They had sat there for quite a while. If it were only for rest, it would have been enough long ago; and the cousin who had been clamoring to go out had, after wasting her strength, collapsed into heavy sleep after the big meal.

Tang Chen looked toward the city gate as it drew nearer. His expression did not change, but the grip on his dagger tightened all the more.

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The video was only eight seconds long—short, yet it captured everything that mattered without missing a thing.
Shengshi, with great effort, put the enraged man back in bed and almost fled the emergency room as if in a panic.

Thunderbird gave a cry, not regretful that his first strike had missed, for this was only the beginning. The real show had yet to come.
When I looked at his mouth, it was dry; the skin at his lips had already cracked. He looked pale, like someone in a desert who had gone without water for a long time.
This was the starting point that could change the fate of their winning side, and the very point where human hope appeared.

A muffled “thump-thump” kept coming from Beloved Dragon’s body; every rock that flew past landed true—none missed.
When someone came close, Ling Baolu instinctively looked at her. Seeing the newcomer, she frowned and immediately lifted her own son.

Whether he was human or spirit, he remained the single point of light in limitless darkness.
After circling once through the air and livening the atmosphere, Lie Kongzuo returned to the arena, fully satisfied.

By the time we came back and swapped places, no one would notice anything; it was a perfect, seamless plan beyond measure.
When he finished speaking, many eyes—some pitying in silence, some mourning, some secretly gloating—fell on Chen Xiao.
Qiao Zhanpeng bellowed, gathering his strength to the limit, enough to explode the power of even a hardened martial adept in midair with sharp crashing sounds.
In his camp alone, nearly ten thousand had also chosen to believe in Luo Chen, greatly affecting that faction’s strength.
Baili Dengfeng said it offhand, as if it were an ordinary matter, yet apart from Hong Yanzhi everyone had their jaw dropped, and their eyes could not hide their shock.
In any case, there were so many Holy Sons of the Holy Star Gate that even if one were absent, another could fill in.
In modern society, allopathic medicine is the only legitimate system. If you’re sick, you should see a Western doctor—why build so many hospitals otherwise?
After Xie Fan finished, he couldn’t help feeling smug and burst into a laugh so unbecoming it was almost comic, as if he truly merited the title “beast in silk robes.”

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After spending a long time with Chen Xiao, he had already learned this: as long as you did not cross the line, Chen Xiao was easy to speak with; even light joking was no problem.
Iphiline had asked about that reason as well, but everyone had explained it away as “it’s dangerous inside.” Truth be told, Iphiline had thought more than once about what lay inside and wanted to go in and look, but because of the ban, she had to let it go.

Damn, and it’s not just those two either; outside they’ve probably stationed plenty of people watching her.
The boy raised his hand. The iron staff lay across his chest, his left hand pushed forward, his body slowly curved, his left foot stepping back, forming a strange opening posture—like he was about to run, and yet somehow not.

“Is that… mating?” She didn’t love studying, but she had listened to at least a few words in biology class.

Now the Marakanangong emergency power system had been activated. Except for the military, it was the only place in all the Manila region with power, and even there everything was already in chaos. The sudden terror strike had caught them completely off guard.
“Those things, this Chenan, are all illusion; Wuwang Heaven is far more real,” Fengguang said as he had just reached the forecourt of the ruined temple, and he stopped midstep without meaning to.
Fortunately, when Baoyuan built Changchun Hall, he had taken great care. The hall complex was filled with tall woody flowering trees, and at this hour it was filled with lush tung blossoms, jasmine like snow, clematis fluttering, and balsam flowers falling into the court.

It was not that he did not trust Elder Brother; anyone observing this situation as it was could not immediately decide that danger was certain.
At this, Gu Xiran fell silent at once. She seemed to have forgotten that Chu Qianning knew her best; if she so much as shifted, he probably would know—even if she merely meant to pass gas.

Because of what happened with Ye Yi earlier that day, Naruto was naturally a bit upset. Right then, having a man arrive at his door was a fitting way to vent some of it.
If she had not been so openly flirtatious, if she had not been so extravagant and carefree, if she had not lured them while seeming to hold back, how would Shen Lie and the others have suffered and twisted in anguish because of her?
His arms briefly loosened with weakness, and immediately Huang Guohai drove a punch toward Li Quanbing’s jaw.
“I’ll make you admit defeat, damn it—don’t pull tricks in front of me!”
The punch nearly hit him in the crown even though his mouth was slightly open from panting; his jaw slammed into his upper jaw like a heavy security door crashing shut.