Chapter 52 Playing the Martyr Game

The first one who could no longer bear to watch was Xia Zhiyu.
Clenching his fists, utterly unable to watch Xu Ning'an's miserable state any longer, he turned his face away and pleaded with Jiang Heng, "Junior Sister, Anan has already learned her lesson. Please forgive her."
Jiang Heng remained expressionless. "If Fourth Senior Brother had been this willing to forgive me back then, how wonderful that would have been."
At first, Xia Zhiyu did not understand the meaning behind her words. But once they fully sank in, it felt as though he had been slapped across the face in public, leaving his cheeks burning with heat!

Having finished writing these words, the person clutched the letter in their hand as a white glow radiated from their body. Bathed in this brilliant light, the handwriting on the letter slowly faded away.

Upon hearing this, the disciples immediately understood that they needed to prepare for battle. Yet, since there was clearly something wrong with Marousha, why would their Master still choose to play along with her?

Even so, Ji Ya still did not dare to lower her guard. While this could be considered good news, Qidiao Yan remarked that it was not entirely favorable, as it proved the subsequent two matters were rather worrisome, dampening the joy of the major victory.

Unlike junior high or high school, university classrooms generally have both front and rear doors open simultaneously. Realizing he was late, Ye Yan could only slip in quietly through the back door.

At this moment, a fire had already been lit beneath the stove used for traditional brewing, and the yeast and distiller's grains were resting inside a large wooden barrel mounted atop the stove. Ye Yan lifted the lid of the wooden barrel, placed over a dozen fresh Taotie chives inside, and after sealing the lid back tightly, began to waiting for the birth of the new liquor.

Instructing someone to lead the Scimitar Brothers to the cavalry encampment, Lin Yueding inquired about the process of Vynia coming down the mountain. The "Third Grandmother" mentioned by this young girl was naturally Tongtong, who held the third rank among the second-generation disciples of the Butterfly Valley.

Those entering the villa noticed that everyone, except for Yang Jue, had a sudden shift in their expressions as they exchanged furtive glances with one another.

Saying whatever came to his mind and facing his enemies, Yang Yi had never known what it meant to spare someone's feelings, so he delivered this remark without the slightest hesitation.

He certainly did not believe the opponent would make a mistake; the calmer things appeared right now, the more it suggested that the adversary was brewing a massive ultimate move.

As for Huang Sanlang, this fellow had almost been sucked dry by Ye Yan. Right at that split second of nearing death, he was directly shattered into powder by the human roll of the Taotie Conferment of Gods and absorbed into the roll itself.

The Turin Derby held very little renown nowadays, restricted merely to Italy, and the Italian media did not place much emphasis on this derby since the strengths of the two teams were vastly disproportionate.

"Heh! Still trying to act tough? Then let me send you off to the afterlife!" The comic-style figure suddenly stepped back a few steps as a deep orange battle aura began to slowly condense upon the mystic demon spear, turning out to be an orange-tier high-grade battle aura.

Wei Biqiao was extremely worried. Grasping the flute in her hand, she desperately wanted to charge in and lend Song Ruizhou a helping hand.

Consequently, the remaining senior ministers before the throne who had escaped the purge saw their joy instantly morph back into grave and solemn expressions.

"Whether this is true naturally requires further verification on our part; however, judging from the current circumstances, this is the only explanation that makes the most sense," Wuyongzi said.

At that moment, the iron door emitted an even more violent clatter, and the wall seams surrounding the doorframe began to vibrate, clearly indicating that someone outside had started ramming it.

It was not that Brother Xiong had drawn any weapons like knives or clubs, but rather the stark difference in their imposing momentum.

When two noble lords found themselves deadlocked over a certain matter and neither wished to, nor had reached the point of, a duel, they would occasionally resort to this method to decide the "victory or defeat."

"...I understand." Feng Feiyang finally nodded, pulling a wine cup from his bosom—the very same vessel he had used for drinking the previous day. It was an ordinary ceramic piece, yet it was now imbued with his divine power alongside Freya's, serving as the witness to the contract signed last night.

These two sensations seemed to cycle rhythmically back and forth. Alyssa was simply too exhausted, and soon enough, she lost consciousness once more.

If Su Chi had taken over the goalkeeper duties, what chance would he have had to showcase his abilities? Even if the team fought its way to the finals and won the championship, it wouldn't mean much to a substitute goalkeeper who never stepped onto the pitch, offering zero help in his bid to secure the starting goalkeeper position for the school team.