Becoming a Cripple, Yu Luomian's Thoughts

A commotion immediately broke out among the crowd.

They had never expected Master Yu Xiaogang, whom Dean Liu Erlong had appointed as an honorary instructor, to be treated like this!

"Th-This... what exactly is going on?"

"Wasn't the dean on very good terms with Master? How could this..."

Jiangzhu and the others turned their eyes toward Liu Erlong, who was watching everything unfold with cold eyes.

On Liu Erlong's face, they saw an unfamiliar indifference directed straight at Master Yu Xiaogang.

"Although the dean has a fiery temper, I've never seen her wear an expression like this..."

An instructor familiar with Liu Erlong's temperament spoke up.

Involuntarily, they turned their suspicions toward Master Yu Xiaogang once more.

After a brief internal struggle, his thoughts finally tilted toward the smiling tiger's side. The eldest sighed as he looked toward the place where the third brother had met with trouble. Third Brother, it wasn't that your elder brother lacked loyalty. If anyone was to blame, it was you for being too rash. Had you listened to your elder brother sooner, you likely wouldn't have suffered this calamity.

The elders were immediately enraged and all turned their gazes toward Hongmeng. Since the Valley Master had yet to speak, they did not dare do anything to Jiang Yi. Still, they believed that even if Hongmeng had the greatest tolerance, he would not be able to endure Jiang Yi's behavior.

But Shen Mei ran to the bedside with reddened eyes, took the scissors from beneath the pillow, and held them against her fair, slender neck. The tip had already pressed her skin red.

"Brother Qing Tian, look at how serious you are. I really can't stand it." Yu Mei laughed again, but she did not let go of my hand.

"Lord Beast Emperor, this is the mortal world. We can't keep addressing you this way. May I ask whether you have another name?" Guo Huai asked the Beast Emperor with a smile.

And now that Hu Cheng knew about his grades, he would undoubtedly gain yet another title: genius academic star.

"Gu Yu and Qin Mo are waiting for me up ahead. We're getting ready to head to the You Ming Dynasty. Are you coming?" Ling Feng deliberately asked.

Back then, Shen Xingteng had been an even more famous refined young gentleman in Kyoto. After I married him, many people envied me and thought I was simply one of the lucky ones.

Before I knew it, night had grown deep. After Lü Bian Xing Shuang left, I lay awake for a long time. I thought about tomorrow's competition, thought about Qing Rou, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

So Fire God turned, leapt onto the Fire Qilin, and glanced at me once more. With a prod to the Fire Qilin beneath him, he rode away on the clouds and vanished beyond the horizon in moments.

Especially after learning today that Consort Li was pregnant again, Su Niang began reflecting on herself. For example, whether her birth characters, those of the people in the residence, and her own were compatible.

With so many entertainers, which one of them was not a world-class superstar, or had once been a world-class superstar? And this was New York, the world's second-largest city—their home ground.

Shen Lin roughly knew that Fourth Master had caught it before. She seemed to recall reading that Fourth Master had contracted an epidemic, and the Niohuru clan member who had accompanied him took great care of him. That was why Fourth Master later liked her very much.

Ye Chen had faced countless dangers throughout his life. Even when swallowed whole by a monster, he had never panicked. Che Zhi was exceptionally steadfast; no danger could shake his resolve, and so he passed through with ease.

If someone as monstrous as Zhong Shan encountered one of those fictional protagonists from other stories, what sort of situation would arise? Zhong Shan possessed great vision and a grasp of the bigger picture, but what kind of scene would it be if he met one of those demonic protagonists who believed strength was everything?

Zhao Yuanzuo's body began to tremble violently. Bixiu had killed his father, but Zhao Yuanzuo understood that Bixiu had originally been a condemned prisoner awaiting execution in the Heavenly Prison. If Zhao Yuanzuo had not forced his way into the Heavenly Prison, then no matter how capable Bixiu was, he could never have escaped. How, then, could his father have died? In the end, he could not escape blame for his father's death.

Kaixin felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His attempt to seize the stone stele was forcibly interrupted, and his body shuddered as he and his sword were blasted several yards backward.

Along the way, I lagged behind. Eldest Sister Bi Niang led Third Sister Run Niang forward slowly, while Li Shen walked beside me. Li Zhi, on the other hand, trotted along at the front, occasionally striking up conversations with Eldest Sister Bi Niang and Third Sister Run Niang. The sight made my stomach hurt from laughing. That brat was a complete lecher—just like his third brother.