Chapter 37: Tonight, I Have to Sleep in the Same Room as Him-A delicada de olhos vermelhos: Doutor Fu, abstinente, a ama até o fim(Quando a caneta toca o papel, surgem fogos de artifício.)

Two years ago, he entered the School of Names alone and proved peerless in debate. Not a single person in the entire school could compare to him, and they were forced to admit defeat.

The several vice-deans saw Shen Guangqi’s face as dark as a coal pit and did not dare to speak, shrinking back in fear.

At this moment, Princess Danyang was limbering up in the courtyard. She happened to see Ji Beiyuan leading a youth in his twenties, carrying a package, toward Mu Xize’s living quarters. That package contained the medicinal powder Ji Beiyuan had brought for Mu Xize to use as an ingredient for peach blossom tea.

"Very well, then Ningxiang will no longer disturb your enjoyment of the scenery." With these words, Ye Ningxiang bowed slightly and retreated from the Yaohua Palace, though a sinister, charming smile remained at the corners of her lips.

Facts proved that Wu Tian was not yet a river, but merely a stream. Although his strength had become exceptionally powerful and no longer belonged to that of gods or demon kings, Wu Tian was still far from reaching a state of omniscience and omnipresence.

"Farewell, Your Highness—" Cen Xi turned and left. She did not want their promises of peaceful coexistence; as long as they didn’t cause too much trouble, she had no intention of interfering.

Forget it, why strain her brain cells? Since she had a volunteer messenger, she might as well make use of him. With this sarcastic thought, Dong Dingfang dialed the number back.

The sound of the zither flowed into her ears, neither hurried nor slow, as if emotions buried for hundreds of years were pouring into her body all at once. Her heart trembled uncontrollably, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

Therefore, the Sacred Flame Emperor made such a choice. If the "Heavenly Emperor" did not display the formidable power of a superior after someone had "trespassed in the imperial palace," then the "Heavenly Emperor" would most likely be a puppet.

Jiang Dongyu did not look at Lu Hanyan. If he looked again, he would surely commit an act of sacrilege. It was not his intention, but the Dragon Prison Bloodline Art was too overbearing, and he needed to hurry and leave this place.

Feeling the warmth, everyone’s spirits were lifted. Although they did not know what illness they had contracted, at this moment, they understood that they were about to be cured.

Xia Yuan revealed a cold smile as he said this, a flash of murderous intent flickering within that smile.

As for Ye Feng, the moment he released his aura, he felt the surrounding space subtly locking onto him.

After Chen Yin sought approval from Gong Wuxie, Gong Wuxie not only agreed but also planned a massive surprise with him.

It was satisfying enough, but a grudge had been formed with Liang Zizhen. In truth, Chen Xi’s family had quite a background, but if he were to ask his family to suppress others because of a fight with a classmate, he couldn't afford to lose that much face—especially since he had been the one to start it. So, after the incident, Ye Zheng paid some medical expenses, and nothing more came of it.

In the academy hall, Luo Jiangnan sat in the teacher's seat, bored to tears, while Gao Guan and Han Rundong sat in agitation. Luo Jiangnan did not hurt them, nor did he say anything; he simply would not let them leave. They were like prisoners awaiting trial, waiting for Jiang Dongyu’s interrogation.

Chang Heng couldn't wait to test the efficacy of the Justice Gourd and the Ability Glasses, eager to know what kind of power these two tools capable of communicating with Primordial Darkness possessed.

At the very least, compared to the disciples of the surrounding families, the two of them had not shown such a dumbfounded, uncharacteristic display when they first met Ye Yi.

Despite his left arm being severely injured and weak, unable to be raised, Ye Yi swung it slightly and used his right hand to support it naturally. The movement was smooth and fluid, without the slightest flaw, making it impossible for anyone to notice the injury secretly hidden beneath his left sleeve.

During this period, Dai Shishi had been tortured miserably by the Li family. They specifically ordered the maids to dump all the tasks she didn't want to do onto her, making things difficult for her in every possible way.

Rain fell, rain stopped. Rain stopped, rain fell... Over and over again, Sun Fuqiang no longer knew how many times they had welcomed the rain and its cessation on Ziyang Mountain. The drug-smuggling team had never arrived.

In that instant, I could even clearly sense that the angel power within Mr. Wukong was very strong.

The clarity between his brows told Song Hao every moment that everything that had just happened was real, without a shred of falsehood.

Those in the Primordial Spirit Realm were mostly the ancestors of great sects; it was rumored that the ancestors of the four major sects of the Shu Kingdom, each in seclusion, were the supreme powerhouses of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Qiu’er was considerate; she came forward and took the initiative to help him disrobe and remove his weapons, while Dong’er hurried off to prepare bathwater.

It was something similar to the faith the villagers offered him when they awakened him while he slept in Da Huai Township, yet there was a slight difference. In essence, it was the incense and fortune of a heavenly existence in the human world, which had gathered the moment he made a move against the Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Seemingly influenced by his avatar, his courage surged; not only was he not stage-frightened, but he was also somewhat excited.

Take the raid on the Fiery Red Nightclub, for example. The only thing Da Rui could bring to the table was those fifty Fiery Cavalrymen. If it weren't for Ba Liandayin’s arrogance in bringing only a few dozen imperial guards, Da Rui might not have been able to handle him.

When Chen Mo felt dizzy, he heard a commotion beside him—a voice of extreme arrogance.

Puff! After Ling departed, the Ancestral Demon spat out blood once more. He had been severely wounded by Ling’s strike and had been enduring it, but once Ling left, he could no longer hold back.

"It’s useless—" A weak voice came. Everyone turned back to look; Nangong Ran had woken up at some point.

"Still not working. Why was I able to condense the first Tyrant Dragon Seal back then?" After failing again, Jiang Huaren did not continue. He pondered, recalling the scene of his first practice of the Tyrant Dragon Heaven-Rising Art, hoping to find a solution. Jiang Huaren realized that if he did not resolve his confusion, his cultivation would become even more difficult.