Chapter 861: I

This was a strange experience Zhou Yi had never had before.

There was no choice—he’d always played PvP in every game before.

Though he’d once tried hinting at it, all he got were sneers, pinches, or being kicked off.

Looking back now, Zhou Yi thought he’d probably been too much of a good guy back then.

Because of Scarlett and Alexandra’s current state, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Ling Zhen sat down on the main seat, amused by Gong Bian’s restless behavior, yet he had to maintain composure before his disciples.

Zhao Physician felt deep pain and began to doubt whether taking her as his disciple had been the right decision.

That goal was simply brilliant—Cristiano Ronaldo, like an unreasonable war god, shattered the stalemate with an utterly unreasonable goal.

Everyone exhaled in relief; the Lord of Wind and Snow was no ordinary person—if he’d been struck, his authority would have been severely damaged.

Zhao Haizhu had already decided to find an excuse to discipline these two arrogant fools.

Wang Zhongjie felt relieved that he didn’t press further—he feared endless questioning.

The disciples looked toward their master’s finger and saw a thin mist rising over the Kunlun Bell’s surface, as a jet-black qilin beast repeatedly slammed against its inner walls.

It wasn’t their fault—in these times, even getting enough to eat is hard, let alone with two children to feed—who’d want to take them in?

Xia Qian had no idea that all of Ling Yi’s suffering came from her, yet she still made one final effort.

Having lived this long, he’d weathered many storms; some had openly said he was handsome, but they all carried heavy lust and vile intentions.

During her confinement, Mu Yao drank soup every day, no salt allowed—even the tastiest food grew bland after too much.

After signing her name, the salesgirl pulled out her phone and took a selfie with Gu Qianqian, then happily stared at her phone for a long while.

Yet this wildly uneven battle had dragged on until now without a winner, the conflict fiercely deadlocked.

Xie Yuhua felt deeply moved upon seeing it—she hadn’t expected Pang Yuebian to prepare so much for her.

She opened the floor-to-ceiling window, stepped onto the balcony; hotel rooms faced each other, and the neighboring balcony was less than three meters away.

Li Rujun listened, delighted—this was exactly the effect she wanted: for everyone to believe she had a close bond with Zhou Pei and was a kind, good person.

“Mud Wrestling” carried a fierce brutality mixed with an odd humor, making it a favorite among many.

“Aren’t you saying I’m your master? How dare you defy me, your own master? What’s the point of being your master then?!!!” Jin Mingchang finished, anxiously glancing toward their retreating figures.

At midnight, they reached the Qingling area; since they were entering the mountains, they decided not to stop at the town.

What would Deng Yuhao do? Now his body, like when Sima first saw him, was filled with overwhelming aura—he would ignore these lives now that he had power? Sima waited, waiting for Deng Yuhao’s choice, and then that inner impulse began to spread.

Angry? Murong Xun scratched her head—had she shown jealousy like this before, he’d have mocked her mercilessly; if this were real, why had he changed so drastically? A chill crept over her heart.

But when that soul fully fused with Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, two beams of crimson light shooting from his gaze toward the earth.

But this was a swimming pool, and students never cared much—so no one paid attention. Besides, after the man entered the water, he showed no strange behavior, merely swimming in various patterns.