Chapter 41: I'm Not Playing With You Anymore

Bai Yu rubbed his fingers together as the electricity recharged him, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “Surprisingly soft,” he remarked. It sounded flirtatious, but Si Yao wasn’t in the mood to respond; she tugged the quilt higher. “Could I borrow your phone for a moment?” she asked.

He handed it over. As she took it, her instinct was to make a call, but her eyes froze on the date, and her face twisted in dismay.

Zhang Yanfeng was puzzled. Lü Shu still looked as though he might drop out of the group at any time, but no matter how long he waited, Lü Shu never faltered.

Yet Lady Loris had never expected him to lose his head and take the initiative to denounce Karl. It must be said, this was a truly foolish move.

“There’s no way to make it up to me, and you know that! Zheng Chenheng, I never thought anything could matter more to you than I do. What could possibly make you forget my birthday and only return now?” Zheng Xichen spoke with anguish, her eyes stinging, swollen and red, and she could only bow her head to hide the tears.

Jiang Xiao strode into a tavern along the street, ordered a jug of spirit wine and some dishes made from exotic beasts, and sat alone by the window, watching the world outside while listening to the conversations around him.

Would Hongjun dare to lay a hand on Zhao Ling’er’s holy seat? He would sooner meddle with the thrones of the Three Pure Ones or the two Western sages than touch Zhao Ling’er’s.

Still, Karl’s initial gaze seemed to have caught the attention of the young priest, who, after pacifying the coachman, directed his eyes straight at Karl.

Yet highwaymen often prowled the Henan route, and they hadn’t been fully eradicated. The officials suspected trouble might arise, and if it did, someone would need to take the blame. After searching for a scapegoat, all agreed that, apart from Zhen Monde himself, he was the most suitable candidate.

With so many people attacking at once, those looking for trouble quickly found themselves overwhelmed and were soon knocked down.

The young man slowly turned around, and Li Rizhi could see his face clearly. He was a pale-skinned, handsome youth, no more than eighteen or nineteen, the prime of life, though his complexion was wan and weary.

A sudden slash—a sword pointed forward without hesitation or any display of force. Morlock suffered a sudden attack the moment he struck, as a sharp energy sliced through the flames before him and left a deep mark on his armor.

Lian Heng said, “Someone invited me to a private banquet—apparently all the young second-generation elites of the city will be there. But I’ve got nothing suitable to wear.” He had already planned to buy new clothes, and seeing Lian Yin out shopping for new outfits herself, he thought to ask her to accompany him.

When Yu Zhong saw the class rankings, his poker face turned ashen, as if dredged from a river frozen forty degrees below zero—tinged blue and radiating a chilling aura.

Ling Yue... She was so naive—Shen Sanyuan had this fleeting thought, but immediately wondered if perhaps Ling Yue was being deliberately innocent to deceive an outsider like him. Watching Ling Yue’s cheerful smile, Shen Sanyuan felt a cloud settle in his heart, so he closed his mouth and decided to stay put, determined not to leave.

This was also why Ragnarok contains no record of Hela’s fate—she had encountered a god from another dimension, and both sides suffered grievously.

Fortunately, the math class representative was kind enough to wait for her; otherwise, she would have had to show her face to the math teacher all over again.

“Marshal, you must not…” Several generals hurried to dissuade him. Although they were all rather afraid of Gu Chengqi, they genuinely admired his skill. If he were to leave, it would be as if Fu Wuzhan had his wings clipped.

Still so calm, still so laconic—Tang Si uttered only two words in his usual indifferent tone, then fell silent, quietly awaiting the shopkeeper’s response.