Volume 1, Chapter 51: Please Protect Your Sphincter

As soon as Gu Jinyan finished greeting her, Jiang Chenyu had already put on her face mask and made a swift getaway.

Just as Gu Jinyan had said, she was indeed frightened.

However, she was not afraid of what the teacher might do to her, but rather what she might do to the teacher.

Her only prior schooling experience had been when her parents sent her to kindergarten.

At that time, there was a very, very fierce teacher who wrongfully accused her of stealing, united the other children to isolate her, and subjected her to psychological bullying.

Even though it was only for a very short period, it left a deep scar on her heart.

Consequently, whenever she saw a teacher thereafter, her fists would involuntarily clench, and she would be overcome by a wild urge to beat someone up.

Naturally, she could not tell others about this.

Moreover, compared to...

As Chen Guotao and the others departed, the auction lapsed into a dull routine, with the final few items failing to fetch prices as high as the previous ones.

Her figure was voluptuous to the extreme, and being tightly bound with ropes only served to accentuate her curves even more.

Deep down, she knew that since such a richly endowed place existed, the surrounding area must harbor immense evils and even mortal threats.

Draped in the same bright red wedding robes, Feng Zhengcheng felt thoroughly awkward. He began to suspect that he might have been cursed; how else could he have been inexplicably coaxed into marriage by this lass?

As these words fell, the earth began to tremor, the mountains in the distance collapsed, and trees were uprooted by fierce gales, as if the heavens and earth were turning upside down. This was accompanied by a series of deafening roars of an ox, intermingled with the furious cries of the three great fiends from moments before.

"I—well, you see, I was just passing by. I'm neither an outlaw of the greenwood nor a government official. I just like shooting because I learned it for fun when hunting back home," the sea snake lied through his teeth.

"My lord, just tell us how you want to handle this." Once Sun Liu'er heard that fighting was neither advisable nor avoidable, he was completely out of options.

She was well aware of the immense influence wielded by Yang Hua's family. What Yang Hua had said was no idle boast; he truly had the capability to pull it off.

Why hadn't he returned for all these years, only to suddenly appear before them today?

Chen Muqing's previously despairing gaze instantly gleamed with brilliance. She knew that the situation had drastically shifted, undoubtedly by Lin Jinglong's arrangement.

—Damn it, it hurts so much! That wretch Black Moon actually claimed she was tempering my physical body. Is this what she calls tempering? It's going to kill me!

Tianxuan followed closely behind, but the moment he made to move, his body involuntarily came to a halt, his narrowed eyes fixed upon the ten talisman puppets.

The soldiers of the Fourth Battalion of the Cadet Regiment immediately lined the trenches to instruct the troops, telling them to hold their fire until the Japanese devils drew close and not to squeeze the triggers lightly. Owing to the Cadet Regiment's cooperative attitude, the soldiers were quite willing to accept their advice.

However, when he caught sight of the dazzling azure luan feathers, Ye Feng's eyes rolled slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into an intensely radiant smile.

Looking inward, twelve blue diamonds were seen firmly embedded within his meridians, resembling the brightest stars in the night sky—dazzling, resplendent, and radiating an aura as vast and mysterious as the starry cosmos.

Suddenly, Long Bing shifted his form, his saber slashing swiftly toward the front left. A rubber bullet collided with his blade in mid-air and shattered into pieces, scattering a cloud of blue powder.

After finishing his water, Third Master Jin gave his orders: "No one is to untie the ropes for this prodigal son! Let him hang here today, hang him until he's dead so he stops squandering the family fortune..." Having said his piece, he mounted his horse and rode back.

Since the curse could not be undone, the matters concerning the underworld still had to be resolved, meaning they could afford to wait no longer.

The brawling crowd was even more ferocious; some simply stripped off their upper garments, fighting bare-chested amidst the heated chaos. Yet, after watching for a while, it became clear that going shirtless wasn't just because of the heat—it was actually a way to distinguish friend from foe.

At that very moment, several figures slowly materialized atop the city wall. The one leading them possessed an upright posture, wore a pearl-inlaid crown, and had a piercing, brilliant gaze—it was none other than Zhu Yanjue.

By now, the heir apparent had readied his matchlock, aimed at the target, and was simply waiting to squeeze the trigger.

For some time thereafter, Xu Chen probed cautiously through indirect hints, gathering from scattered remarks that he seemed to no longer be on Earth. This was an alternate world strikingly similar to the fantasy novels he had read on Qidian, a realm where the strong could reign supreme and the weak were fit for nothing but enslavement.