Chapter 39: The Negotiations Fell Apart

Now that Li Xiaofei has been expelled just like her, Ruan Mianmian is no longer soft and timid, and things have escalated to the point where she’s threatening to sue her. Where would she find the courage to bully her as she used to?
She stepped forward and pleaded, “Ruan Mianmian, I apologize to you. I was wrong before, I shouldn’t have bullied you, and I shouldn’t have hit you in the restroom that day. I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, don’t press charges against me, okay?”
Ruan Mianmian replied, “Fang Yali, you’re not a child. Why do you think you can...”
Just for Ju Jingran’s sake, so many people had to be mobilized to test themselves—was it really necessary?
In fact, if they were simply swept away with a clean 3-0 defeat, the audience might find it easier to accept.
Xian Chi could not recall the deep kiss after the rainy night’s drinking. In her memory, it had been so long since she’d been close to him—he merely kissed her lightly twice, and she was lured into his web.
The original comic platform “No Demon Aura” was established in June of 2009; less than four months have passed since then, and it is still in its early stages.
After leaving the LZ player’s room, the only sentiment among the IG team was relief: thankfully, it was their side that won.
Han Rui followed Wang Tao into the villa and saw Ding Yuqin, wearing an apron, busy preparing breakfast.
“Commander, the affairs of the capital are not what we need to worry about right now. It’s the matters before us that require careful discussion.” Fang Jianchen knew Wu Sangui was concerned about his family in the capital—he himself felt no less anxious.
Protected within the Three Flowers Crown, Mo Xie’s mouth hung agape, his face full of disbelief.
Coupled with the fact that she possessed a spiritual body, she could go into seclusion for decades or even centuries without eating and feel no ill effects.
But what could be done? From Gu Qian’s perspective, the two were already cornered, with nowhere left to run—was this their grave?
That sentence, perhaps, was simply a matter of moral restraint—after all, he did have some feelings for Huang Ying.
Since graduating college just over two months ago, her life seemed to have changed completely, as if she had become someone else.
Xiao Chenxuan, a model youth from the twenty-first century, had never seen such a decadent lifestyle as that of the feudal society. He gawked like a curious child, looking everywhere.
Xiao Chenxuan’s words stirred Chen Junxi and Yu Sima, who were standing nearby, making their blood boil. The two stared hard at Xiao Chenxuan—perhaps this Prince Ji would be the one to lead Chu to unify the world.
His gaze slowly withdrew from the half-foot-wide window. As the iron door to the cell opened, he locked eyes with the newcomer.
I ignored her rudeness, walked straight to the round table, pulled out a chair, and sat down opposite her as if it were the most natural thing.
Chen Haodong laughed awkwardly. Though it was July in the east, it was only a little after six, and the sky was already pitch black; he navigated his way home entirely by feel.
Correspondingly, Zichuan thought of something else—every system task was related to some anomalous factor. Now that he was sent to Bloodcloak Fortress, it meant something unusual was hidden there, something apart from the world’s cultivation system. He immediately thought of Bai Yifei, whose cultivation methods were exceedingly strange.
Mo Simiao shivered and sat up straight, adopting a proper posture. “If it were me, I’d be even more cowardly than Second Brother!” Only then did Mo Siyian withdraw his gaze, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Shut up, you dog!” Hearing the middle-aged man’s shout, Gao Zhan, still shaken, walked right up to the old man and slapped him across the face.
In the capital of the Stone Kingdom, countless cries of astonishment erupted at that moment. All the living creatures who witnessed this terrifying scene were scared out of their wits.
Aunt Cai asked questions as she discreetly slipped her hand into the gap in the sofa’s backrest, gripping the handle of a “gas gun.” If Ling Yang said anything wrong, she would leap up and start a firefight.
Baobei looked at her with concern. Seeing there was no room for negotiation, she had no choice but to wait in the lounge for a while.