Chapter 55 I Will Protect You From Now On

Dugu Jin’s bloodthirsty eyes turned to the next person.

These men were nearly terrified out of their wits.

“We’ve told you everything we know. Your Majesty, spare our lives!”

Dugu Jin’s voice was cold and sharp as he asked, “Which eunuch? Be specific.”

The few remaining glanced at each other, clearly troubled.

“Your Majesty, we only know it’s a eunuch. We don’t know which palace he belongs to or whose subordinate he is.”

The brother who had originally accompanied him had, on the very night he headed to Luoyang, failed to bring him out.

“All right, wait for me. I’ll move there with you. You’ll live alone—I don’t trust leaving you by yourself.” Wang Jinzhi knew the conditions there were better and wasn’t insisting on staying here.

The graduation ball concluded successfully, and Li Dan’s class truly began to face the next important decisions in life.

My face twitched; could I tear his face apart? Why should I thank you? Thank you for ruining my business?

My phone vibrated, and Gao Zishan almost immediately picked it up. Sure enough, it was a message from Shen Kangping, very brief, only a few words: "Understood, thank you!" Gao Zishan felt a bit disappointed, hoping her senior would say more, but there was nothing else. She forced herself to stay cheerful and kept talking with them.

I sighed deeply, thinking that as long as one is alive, there is hope; once dead, there is nothing. Yes, one must live.

Yuan Zi bit her pale lips and looked at me silently. Since she didn’t want me to help, I wouldn’t presume. I knocked her down, she pushed me back—fair and square, no one lost out. Naturally, there was no need for apologies or regrets. The coarse cloth bundle was torn.

The entire northern gate of Fufeng County was silent; only the heavy breaths of the county soldiers could be heard clearly. The air was thick with a suffocating tension. Nearly a thousand cold eyes gazed up at the city tower, atop which Ma Chao stood, his expression haggard but his stance unwavering, his gaze icy.

Everyone spoke with reverence, while in my heart I was stunned. This guy looked so young yet was the clan chief of the Murong tribe? But then it made sense—Wei Buzheng looked barely in his twenties, but he had actually lived many years.

Who the hell would have thought that a rebel force of barely thirty thousand would have the audacity to set their sights on Sizhou’s strongest fortress?

“Didn’t say?” Jiang Hao sneered. To be honest, he didn’t believe someone like Qiao Dong. If you hadn’t said it, how could anyone have repeated it?

Glancing at the modest meal on the table, Lin Ran lifted his bowl and silently gestured to Han Yan, and the two began eating quietly.

When Lin Ran was busy and couldn’t do it himself, he would ask Tang Xin to help change. If Tang Xin wasn’t around, he’d turn to Han Yan, though he always showed some reluctance then.

He was close by, his tracksuit already shredded by the wind’s blades, turning it into a proper revealing outfit.

Zhuo Bufan, eager to demonstrate his divine skill and command respect, did not rise from his seat. With a slight raise of his right hand, a scorching wind swept through the hall, turning it into midsummer.

The chances of encountering fierce beasts were slim; in such conditions, one mostly ran into snakes, insects, and rodents.

“All right, Director,” the three doctors responded respectfully, hastily throwing themselves into the next challenge without rest.

She was a super talented composer with long flowing hair, a paragon of both beauty and wisdom, and a top-tier singer.

Pedestrians in the city gradually blurred like lightning split midair. Li He only noticed dodges and gestures; the rest no longer concerned him. Staggering unsteadily, he stumbled out of the city gates. The gorgeous blossoms lacked the brightness and joy of spring moonlight, resembling the autumn season instead.

Having spoken, Wu Shang began on the stage from the first form to the thirty-second, slowly concealing his movements.