Chapter 149: Do You Have a Boyfriend Yet?

At that moment, Lin Lu felt quite wronged. How could she have delayed anyone’s studies? She didn’t even have the qualification to do so, yet Xu Yancheng completely ignored her.

Jiang Xiaoxi poked Lin Lu and asked, “Honestly, are you still in contact with Xu Yancheng?”

Lin Lu lowered her gaze and didn’t answer immediately.

Jiang Xiaoxi didn’t press further and instead continued gossiping, “I heard he’s been—”

“Lack of appetite won’t stop me from talking to you,” Zhu Di’s voice slipped through the wooden door, sneaking into my ear.

The Divine Lord immediately fell down from the pear blossom tree along with his jar of wine, coughing twice in surprise. Hastily, he looked up, only to find my sixth senior brother, as radiant as a blooming flower, utterly oblivious to the voice. He maintained the intimate pose from moments ago, lips barely parted, neither advancing nor retreating. His expression was faint yet profoundly sincere.

Against the current, altering the rules of time, I surged forward and instantly stood before Xu Xinnan. Under her clear, still uncomprehending gaze, I wrapped my slender waist in my arms, and in an instant, we vanished from the dazzling glass stage.

She witnessed with her own eyes how his peerless sword instantly defeated two profound-level warriors and even, for a moment, stood toe-to-toe with Xiao Peng, a man revered like a god.

When I groggily opened my eyes, the first face that met my gaze was Jing Xiangyang’s, a familiar presence long missed.

I stood there in stunned silence, similarly intoxicated by this sudden advantage, yet completely blind to the fact that the Flame Emperor had chosen to stand idly by. Without the intervention of the Sun God, the advantage we now held would vanish in an instant.

Meanwhile, the greedy ones Li Yunqi spoke of were already closing in on the valley where they were.

“You… Brother, why would you turn against me?!” An eighteen-year-old warrior cried out in terror as he collapsed to the ground.

The red warning light flickered on, and his voice was silenced at the door of the operating room.

Under such circumstances, Zhang Liang finally came to his senses. In ordinary times, Haruto Akira would have remained silent at this moment.

Moreover, Lin Hao was her target. If he truly left, she might never accomplish her goal in this lifetime—destined forever to remain a mere mortal, never returning to the Heavenly Court, never obtaining those precious spiritual medicines.

The sword light appeared as brilliant as ever, yet Jiuyou was certain that each time the blade touched his vines, it weakened them slightly.

“Brother, what’s wrong?” Chen Yi was puzzled. After Xin Xin came out, she unexpectedly said this—completely contrary to what he had imagined.

As if by silent agreement, Qi Yan, Qi Wu, and Qi Bao all looked up simultaneously. In the corner of their eyes, they caught glimpses of each other and immediately became wary.

Clearly, Sun Mengling’s younger sister was also extremely displeased at the interruption by a stranger during her intimacy with Lin Hao, and she let loose a string of curses.

Yang Long was no fool; he understood the implication behind those words—it was clearly a challenge to his strength. But the other party’s backing was too formidable, and he dared not offend them. If Yang Peier was willing, everything could be negotiated, but recently, she and he had been at odds over this matter, and Yang Long dared not act on his own.

Su Ni’s footsteps seemed unsteady as he struggled to gesture between the head of the Wang family and the Eighth Prince. Though he appeared to have lost his fighting strength, everyone could feel the mounting pressure, especially the Eighth Prince, who retreated step by step.

If they tried to flee, they might escape this deadly place by returning to the city, but that would mean abandoning Scarface here.

Watching Su Ni gradually exhaust the clone his father had left him, Liang Yunmiao felt his scalp tingling with anxiety.