Chapter 85: The Final Special Rule

And so, the most lopsided score of the event appeared. The audience began to feel embarrassed on behalf of Yang Yixin.

“Isn’t this just Xu Ze beating up a kid?”
“Poor Yang Yixin, I suddenly feel a bit sorry for him.”
“Look at Yang Yixin—he looks like he’s about to cry. How pitiful.”

At that moment, Yang Yixin finally managed to calm himself, only to overhear the crowd’s remarks. Instantly, his nose tingled and his eyes grew moist.

Although Old Feng wasn’t sure why I brought water, he understood that I was a cautious and composed person. Yet his assumptions were shattered when a third Golden Core suddenly emerged from the other side. Yan Sanyan fixed his gaze on this third Golden Core and was overtaken by a sense of helplessness. Most of his energy had already been drained, and now, to forcibly restrain a third Golden Core was truly beyond his abilities.

Shan Yuan’s expression suddenly shifted, his face clouded with hesitation, as if wrestling with some inner turmoil. As he ran, the secret pattern on his forehead gradually faded, but the madness in his heart did not abate.

The Dark Dragon Statue was furious. This loss was catastrophic—the injury would take at least two or three years to fully heal. All this, just to conserve that bit of latent potential, was a steep price to pay. Had Chen Feng not devised the illusion within an illusion at the critical moment, who knows what disaster might have ensued.

Now the dead child was bound within the Plum Blossom Brand Array, his tongue nailed by a peachwood sword, further trapped by the black net—there was no chance of escape. After all, deploying so many drones while keeping them silent was no simple matter.

With a sigh, the Temple Bone Sword’s technique shifted, and with a single stroke, it slew the two disciples of the Southern Mystic Sect to the right.

After tumbling off the railway, we found ourselves cornered by a low stone wall, wedged into a tight angle.

When Zhao Yaru deliberately kissed Zhuang Yan in front of Shen Xi, Zhuang Yan was resistant at heart, but reason made him calmly accept the kiss. Seeing Zhao Yaru so satisfied with his reaction, he felt a fresh wave of sorrow.

Ling Yefeng looked at me with those peach blossom eyes, tinged with wistfulness, and I almost choked on the last bite of my meal.

“Sister, why are you crying? Who bullied you?” His voice was full of genuine concern. I stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then shook my head and chose silence.

Lin Sujie’s words were clearly meant to incite the Lin family servants. Jian Yijun could hardly miss the implication. She was never favored in the Lin household anyway, and whether the servants liked her or not didn’t matter to her in the slightest.

He wanted to subdue her, but seeing her so meek and obedient now, he found no joy in it at all.

“All right then, I’ll go sleep in the house. Call me when you’re done.” It seemed I couldn’t leave for now, so I could only choose to nap in the space.

Back then, Zhao Yaru’s family had confronted Zhou Jin’s parents. So many years had passed, yet they were still so agitated—it showed just how deeply their dignity had been wounded. Although I thought Zhuang Yan was also a victim, ultimately, everything stemmed from him.

This was a decision Jian Yijun had made from the very start; she would not waste any more effort. After chatting with Wen Youheng for a while inside, she quietly left.

Jian Yijun gripped the door handle with her left hand, her body leaning against the doorframe—a posture of absolute resistance.

I had wanted to return with Zhuang Yan and visit Uncle Zhuang, but Zhuang Yan refused.

Moreover, Manchester United was different from other clubs—their fans didn’t have to worry about their star players being poached. The club had the strength to retain their heroes.

The moonlight tonight was beautiful. The air carried the scent of flowers, and birds sang in the distance, as if serenading the night.

Because of Luo Shang’s sudden change, Lotus was so shocked she didn’t know how to react. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively protected her belly.