Chapter 119: With What Will You Pay the Tuition?

About half an hour later, Cao Bin returned. His appearance now was a world apart from before; he looked refreshed and pristine, as if he had nothing to do with what had just transpired.

There was even a faint, pleasant scent lingering about him.

This left Xiao Zhan and his companion staring in complete bewilderment.

Dong Chichi, in particular, had been desperately looking for an opportunity to wash up properly...

Among the others present, it was not uncommon to see a woman surrounded by several men, but never had they encountered a situation quite like this.

Time ticked away second by second until the moon reached its zenith, its full radiance bathing the silent villa in a pale, eerie light.

Ye Xing, however, remained utterly silent. His indifferent expression made it seem as though he had completely detached himself from the situation. His demeanor was calm, his gaze deep and focused, fixed intently on Tan Ziyang, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.

The Spirit of the Formation’s expression shifted suddenly. With a wave of her hand, she transformed the surroundings into a sea of flames, shattering the Demon Void Sword as if it were sinking into a quagmire.

When she woke that morning, she still felt dizzy. She had taken special care to apply makeup before heading out, determined to make herself look more vibrant.

Before the last three words of his arrogant retort could leave his lips, Young Master Lin suddenly struck. He seized Wu Yong’s wrist—the one holding the gun—and twisted it with force, sending the weapon clattering to the ground. He then kicked the back of Wu Yong’s knee, forcing him to one knee, and brought his other hand down sharply against the back of his head.

"As long as you agree to marry me, I will do anything you ask!" a chubby, wealthy young heir declared, stepping into the spotlight.

They could evolve into creatures with power comparable to the Demon Emperor, and they did not require long periods of cultivation; they only needed to continue devouring.

Xue Jun was stunned once more. What he found strange was that although those strikes had clearly passed, Yun Jiyang was now flicking his sleeves and extending his hands in a fluid motion, as if tracing an auspicious symbol. It did not look like martial arts, yet when he performed it, everyone present felt that this was the true essence of the craft.

Yun Jiyang felt like applauding; Qin Yiruo had spoken too brilliantly. Although the situation had already been turned around by Yun Jiyang, he knew that the reason he had shifted the tide of his struggle against Zeng Keqi was due to Qin Yiruo’s presence, which had awakened a sense of softness and tranquility within him, allowing his "Calm Spirit Skill" to fully manifest.

"Your Highness, then what shall we...?" The palace maids surrounding her were all beautiful, their smiles tinged with a mixture of allure and ruthlessness.

Bai Zhou felt as though there were a fly in his stomach. Through his conversation with the Iron Ship King, he had realized that the gods had ulterior motives for him.

The Regent did not refute this, continuing to sip his wine, which he seemed to find quite delicious.

Why was it that I was able to guard my heart’s walls so firmly, only for them to collapse the moment Yan Shao appeared?

"If you show that to him, he will never agree to let you publish it. Xiao Ziyu has finally managed to improve his image thanks to his recent good fortune; if this kind of news breaks now, his reputation—not to mention the backlash from Mu Fanxi’s fanatical followers—will be dragged right back down to the bottom."

Tch, it really is irritating to think about. We graduated from the same school; I work at the Yuncheng Entertainment News, while he works at the paper directly across the street—the very rival of the Nancheng News. Is this not a deliberate attempt to spite me?

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, rushing in to grab Xiao Ziyu’s hand and pulling him aside. Most of the alcohol splashed onto the floor, with only a small amount spraying onto them.

In truth, she had long been worried about whether she could conceive naturally. Between her long-term, high-stress workload and her intermittent fasting and low-carb dieting to maintain her figure, her menstrual cycle had been irregular, often skipping three or four months at a time. Under such conditions, the difficulty of natural conception was incredibly high.