The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Leng Xixi stood there, her breathing becoming labored.

"Long Aotian!"

She called out.

Long Aotian stopped, but did not speak.

His gaze fell on her.

There was no anger, no pain, and none of the tenderness he used to feel when he saw her.

That gaze was too calm.

The calmness made Leng Xixi's heart race.

She had prepared a lot to say.

She wanted to question him about why he concealed his identity, and she also wanted to question him about why he embarrassed her in front of the whole world.

She wanted to question why that future letter of divorce had become evidence for everyone to judge her.

But when she actually stood in front of Long Aotian, she couldn't utter a single word.

In her memory, Long Aotian would stand downstairs at the Leng family's building carrying a thermos.

When she has a stomachache, he will quietly ask her if she wants some porridge.

Even after Leng Lan pointed her finger at him and called him a good-for-nothing, he still stayed in the kitchen simmering the medicinal food until dawn.

She always thought that those were things she deserved, and that Long Aotian was supposed to do them.

Sometimes, she even felt that the things he did for her were an eyesore.

But now, the boy, whose golden light had not yet faded, stood before her.

Behind him were the Four Guardians, the Dragon Guards, and the Dragon King's Palace, a force capable of shaking the global underground world.

The way he looked at himself was as if he were looking at a stranger.

"you……"

Leng Xixi's voice was hoarse.

Why didn't you tell me?

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Why did you do this...?

Long Aotian interrupted her.

"Leng Xixi".

Leng Xixi froze.

This was the first time he had called her by her full name in such an unfamiliar tone.

Long Aotian walked past her, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

His voice was as soft as a final farewell.

"I've been married into the family for three years, and the debt of gratitude for that bowl of porridge is now settled."

From now on, we owe each other nothing.

Leng Xixi stood still.

The crowd in the Dragon King's Palace automatically parted and walked around her.

No one hit her.

No one scolded her.

But the feeling of being completely isolated was more painful for her than any humiliation.

She slowly turned around, but could no longer see Long Aotian's face.

All that could be seen was the departing figure surrounded by the Dragon Guards.

Her heart suddenly clenched.

Leng Xixi raised her hand to her chest, her face deathly pale.

How could this happen?

She clearly has every reason to be angry.

It should seem absurd.

But why, when she heard the words "we owe each other nothing," did she feel like she had lost something she could never find again?

"Miss Leng."

A woman's voice, tinged with laughter, rang out.

Zhuque stood before her, his red hair fluttering gently in the wind.

She handed over a document.

"This is to formally inform you."

"You've been divorced by our Dragon King."

Leng Xixi's pupils contracted.

Zhuque handed the document to her, his smile deepening.

"The Dragon King Palace will pay the penalty for breach of contract."

"Three-year contract, terminated early."

"Sign it."

"Sign what?!"

Leng Lan screamed and rushed forward.

Her face changed instantly when she saw the words "divorce agreement".

This thing is signed.

The Leng family will never be able to climb up to the Dragon King again!

She reached out to grab it.

boom!

next second.

Leng Lan was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

Zhuque withdrew her leg, her smile growing even colder.

"Do they really think our Dragon King's Palace is easy to bully?"

"If it weren't for the Dragon King suppressing it in the past three years, the grass on your Leng family's graves would have grown long ago."

She looked at Leng Xixi again and handed her a pen.

"Miss Leng."

"Sign it."

"Don't make things difficult for us."

"Also, save yourself some face."

Leng Xixi remained silent for a while before stiffly accepting the gift.

She once thought that Long Aotian couldn't live without her.

She once thought that as long as she turned around, he would always be standing in the same place.

But now.

he's gone.

They left cleanly and without incident.

Leng Xixi gripped the pen, her fingertips trembling.

She wanted to refuse.

But when he looked up, he saw the coldness in Zhuque's eyes, and then he saw the black crowd gradually receding into the distance.

She finally lowered her head and signed her name at the end of the agreement.

Leng Xixi.

The moment those three words were uttered, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away.

Zhuque put away the agreement and turned to leave.

"Lord Suzaku! Our Zhou family is willing to apologize! We'll pay any price, we only beg the Dragon King to show mercy!"

Zhuque stopped and looked back at him.

"The Dragon King Palace's ledgers clearly record what the Zhou family has done over the years."

She smiled lightly.

"If you want to repent, go to jail."

After saying that, she flashed and caught up with the Dragon King Palace's group.

next second.

The Zhou family head's phone vibrated incessantly.

One by one.

He answered the call with trembling hands.

"Master! Something terrible has happened! The company has been seized!"

The second call came in immediately afterward.

"Honey! Come back quickly! Someone has come to take us away for questioning!"

The third phone call.

"Mr. Zhou, we have decided to withdraw our investment and terminate the cooperation!"

the fourth.

the fifth.

sixth.

The Zhou family patriarch, holding his phone, slumped to the ground.

It’s over.

The Zhou family is finished.

The direction of the school gate.

Long Aotian did not turn around.

He left Jinling Wuzhong School.

Azure Dragon, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and all the Dragon Guards followed closely behind, boarding the Mercedes-Benzes that had been hidden beforehand.

The black dragon flag unfurled in the wind, and the members of the First Division of the State stood on both sides, watching them depart into the distance.

Old Lin watched their departing traffic and said softly:

"The Dragon King has returned to his throne."

"The world is about to change."

Class 9, Grade 12.

Yan Cong leaned against the window, his gaze lingering for a long time.

"Old Dragon."

"You'd better come back alive."

The back row, by the window.

Ye Chuhao rested his chin on his hand, a flash of golden light appearing briefly in his eyes.

He watched the direction Long Aotian had gone, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"The Alliance of Gods, huh...?"

"I hope you can show me something interesting."

The Dragon King Palace's convoy had already disappeared outside the school gate.

But the glass in Jinling Martial Arts School was still trembling slightly.

Yan Cong returned to his seat, looked at the empty seat next to him, and remained silent for a long time.

He skips class every day, so this seat is empty more often than he's sitting in it.

But this time, Yan Cong felt a strange tightness in his chest.

He opened his mouth, intending to curse, "Old Long is such a show-off."

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't say them.

In the end, he could only manage a single, audible sound.

"Tsk."

Something feels off.

Is this what those middle-aged and elderly people on the internet are talking about every day?

The price of growing up?

Yan Cong rubbed his arms, quickly suppressing the chill.

"I'm still young, I'm still young!"

The back row is by the window.

Ye Chuhao rested his chin on his hand, turning his gaze away from the direction of the school gate.

The scene of the Dragon King's return to his throne was watchable, but unfortunately it ended too quickly and wasn't satisfying enough.

How about we urge Xiaotiandao to update offline?

If we don't urge them, I'm afraid they'll stop updating altogether.

Thinking of this, Ye Chuhao slowly turned his head.

Xingyao was writing furiously with her head down.

That familiar little notebook was opened again.