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

[Want to use jailbreak messages to rank up]: "Huh? We can see this too?"

"No... Streamer, this is the main road!"

"How did you obtain the video of the conversation between the Heavenly Dao's superior and the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"

[The End of Nothingness]: "Exactly!"

"We can't exactly sell our bodies to the government, can we?"

"..."

Ai Kun looked at the comments and his lips twitched violently twice.

He rolled his eyes.

"How are your brains even structured?"

"Have you forgotten about the Heavenly Dao inserting the video of Ancestor Yan?"

The comments paused for half a second.

Then they swiped even more enthusiastically.

[Slightly twitching bud]: "Was this something the Heavenly Dao forced in again?"

[Slightly twitching bud]: "You really didn't put anything else in your pussy?"

[Want to use jail letters to rank up]: "The streamer remained silent."

[The End of Nothingness]: "He fell silent! He acquiesced!"

Aikun's expression froze completely.

He snapped the folding fan shut.

I'm not replying.

He added that he was afraid of ruining his reputation in his later years.

"Alright."

"I'm not the focus today."

"As everyone knows, our Desolate Heavenly Emperor did not participate in the entire war that destroyed the Ancient Dragon Kingdom!"

Aikun tapped his palm with the folding fan.

"Why is that?"

"He's so strong."

"So powerful that he can trample on the Heavenly Dao, suppress the Great Dao, reverse life and death, and resurrect hundreds of thousands of warriors in the Northern Territory."

"But why didn't he show up for the final battle?"

"What could have happened that made him stand by and watch his classmates die on the battlefield?"

"The next video might give us some answers."

The words fell.

As in previous episodes, Ai Kun's figure slowly disappeared from the camera's view.

Beyond the sky.

Under the sycamore tree.

The students in Class 9 were still watching the drama unfold.

Upon hearing the question, "Why didn't the Desolate Emperor participate in the war of annihilation?", everyone stopped what they were doing.

Yan Cong was holding half a watermelon, with the spoon hanging in mid-air.

Ye Chen sat at Jiang Liyu's feet, his mouth was sealed, but his eyes were raised.

Jiang Mingzi pressed the talisman on his lap and did not flip it again.

This question had been lingering in their minds for far too long.

The dormitory building has twenty-three floors.

Luxury dormitory, in the kitchen.

Xingyao was standing in front of the cutting board, chopping carrots.

She had been cutting the pieces very carefully, making them small, neat pieces.

Upon hearing the mention of the Desolate Emperor in the sky, she instinctively looked towards the balcony.

Ye Chuhao lay on the sofa on the balcony.

Sunlight fell on the side of his face.

He closed his eyes, lazily resting his head on his arm, as if catching up on sleep.

Xingyao was about to look away.

next second.

The cleaver in her hand stopped.

"etc!!!"

Xingyao's eyes widened suddenly.

The cleaver slammed onto the cutting board with a bang.

She didn't even have time to take off her apron before rushing to the balcony.

"You! You!"

On the sofa on the balcony.

Lu Jiu woke up at some point.

She was wearing a large hospital gown, her body was small and frail, and her face was still pale from illness.

Those eyes were very calm.

She was so quiet that she lacked the vibrancy that one would expect at her age.

She nestled against Ye Chuhao, her head pressed against his chest, her hands gently clutching the hem of his clothes.

Xingyao was so anxious that she couldn't even stutter.

"Lu Jiu!"

"Don't you dare lie on top of my class monitor!!!"

"don't want."

Lu Jiu shook her head.

Her voice was very soft and flat.

"I feel very comfortable being on him."

"Comfortable?!!"

Xingyao's head went blank.

She rushed over in a few steps, first looking at Lu Jiu's hand.

Ok!

It didn't get inside the clothes.

Looking at Ye Chuhao's waist again, his trousers were still tied up.

Xingyao's tense face relaxed slightly.

But soon, she straightened her face and tried to make a fierce expression.

"Quick, tell me!"

Did you just kiss the class monitor?!

"relative?"

Lu Jiu tilted her head.

There was no shyness or provocation in her eyes, only pure confusion.

"Is it like touching someone else's face with your own mouth?"

"Uh-huh!"

Xingyao nodded repeatedly.

She stared longingly at Lu Jiu, crumpling the edges of her apron in her hands.

"oh."

Lu Jiu shook his head.

Xingyao breathed a sigh of relief.

next second.

"Pop~"

Lu Jiu lowered his head.

He kissed Ye Chuhao directly on the cheek.

and.

The squad leader did not hide.

He really didn't dodge!

Xingyao stood frozen in place.

All sounds were sucked away from my ears.

The sound of the wind outside the balcony, the sound of soup cooking in the kitchen, and the sound of the sky.

They're all far away now.

She looked at the spot on Ye Chuhao's face where he had been kissed, and the tip of his nose gradually turned red.

My legs went weak.

"Clatter—"

Xingyao knelt on the ground.

Her eyes were wide open, and tears streamed down her face.

"Class...class monitor?"

She sniffed, and her voice suddenly broke.

"you……"

"Waaaah, you're so dirty!"

Why didn't you dodge?

"When I kissed you yesterday, you dodged again..."

A faint golden mark flashed between Ye Chuhao's brows.

But Xingyao didn't see it.

All she could see was that the class monitor still had his eyes closed.

Still sleeping.

I haven't coaxed her yet.

Given the class monitor's abilities, it's impossible that he wouldn't notice someone approaching.

That means they don't want to hide.

That is... the class monitor is willing to be kissed by Lu Jiu.

Xingyao felt more and more aggrieved the more she thought about it.

She lowered her head, and tears fell onto the floor in a steady stream.

Her little hands gripped the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning white!

Is the class monitor annoyed by her?

Is she too clingy?

Is she no longer cute enough?

Yan Cong once said that girls are old once they turn thirteen.

I'm eighteen now.

Lu Jiu looks to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Xingyao felt increasingly distressed as she thought about it, waves of bitterness welling up inside her.

She didn't even dare to look up at Ye Chuhao anymore.

Afraid of seeing the class monitor wake up, she first tried to comfort Lu Jiu.

I'm afraid I'll really become the superfluous one.

"Waaah..."

"Should I... not be here...?"

Her voice was very soft.

So small it was almost blown away by the wind.

Lu Jiu sat on Ye Chuhao's lap, looking down at Xing Yao who was crying.

The doubt in her eyes deepened.

She doesn't understand.

They just touched faces.

Why are you crying?

I only cry when my body is in a lot of pain from being hit.

On the sky.

The video also lit up at that moment.

The camera zooms in from a very far distance.

What first appeared before everyone's eyes was an endless sea of ​​clouds.

The clouds are not white.

Instead, it is a blend of gold, purple, and black.

Within each cloud pattern lies the shadow of the birth and death of galaxies.

Deep within the sea of ​​clouds, a palace hangs silently.

The palace was entirely vermilion.

The eaves stretch outwards, and ancient bells hang from the corners of the eaves.

The clock was not moved by the wind, but it created invisible ripples in the picture.

With each ripple that sweeps across the sea of ​​clouds, the stars in the clouds flicker and fade.

The palace has no foundation.

Only forty-nine golden avenues extend from the end of the void, supporting the entire celestial palace.

Those roads were so wide that you couldn't see the end of them, and they were covered with ancient runes.

Each time the rune lit up, countless phantom images of worlds appeared around the palace, then quietly dissipated.

The camera continues to move forward.

The vermilion palace gates slowly opened.

The gateposts were so tall they pierced the clouds, their shafts adorned with black and gold dragon patterns.

The dragon pattern is not a sculpture, but a living creature.

They swam slowly on the pillar, their scales rubbing together to create tiny golden glitter.

The camera passes through the palace gates.

On both sides of the corridor, vermilion pillars extend into the distance.

With each pillar you pass, the surrounding scenery changes.

Snowstorms, scorching sun, mountains and rivers, battlefields, and starry seas.

The infinite years are compressed into a single moment on the colonnade.

Finally, the camera moves through the last corridor and lands in a quiet courtyard.

The courtyard is not large.

Compared to the oppressive heavenly palace outside, this place is even somewhat simple.

An old tree.

A stone table.

Two cups of tea.

On either side of the stone table sat two figures whose faces were obscured.

The figure on the left sat casually, wearing a loose black robe, his body sunk into the chair.

The figure on the right sat upright, with no aura emanating from him, yet he kept everything in the courtyard absolutely silent.

Beside the stone table.

There is also an even smaller, dark gold figure.

The little figure is holding a teapot and diligently pouring tea.

The instant I saw that dark gold figure.

Yan Cong, standing under the sycamore tree, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Isn't this the Heavenly Dao that he just destroyed?

As expected, the one that got destroyed was just a clone.

In the video.

The figure on the left shook his teacup and spoke in a lazy voice.

"Speak."

"What do you want with me?"

The moment that tone came out, everyone recognized him.

The Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

It is definitely the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

Apart from him, no one dared to be so arrogant in front of the Great Dao.

next second.

The figure suddenly turned its head.

He didn't look at the main road on his right, but instead looked at the camera.

"Forget about contacting me."

"They're even doing live streams?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say."

"I'm in a hurry to get back and comfort the little crybaby."

Inside and outside the celestial canopy.

Everything exploded.

"???"

"???"

"???"

"Holy shit!!!"

"No, streamer, come out here right now!"

"Isn't this a recording?!"

"Did he just look at us?"

"He definitely looked at us! I got goosebumps!"

"The Desolate Heavenly Emperor can watch the live stream from five thousand years ago?!"

"Host! Explain! Explain immediately!"

"Aikun, stop playing dead! What exactly is this video of yours?!"

Under the sycamore tree.

The students of Class 9 all looked up at the sky.

Yan Cong held the watermelon, his mouth agape for a long time.

"no……"

"The video recording can also be interactive?"

Ye Chen's mouth was sealed shut, so he couldn't make a sound.

His gaze kept shifting between Jiang Liyu and the Desolate Emperor on the sky.

Little crybaby?

I didn't cry!

Am I going to get beaten to tears by my master later?

And the dormitory balcony.

Xingyao, who was kneeling on the ground, stopped crying for a moment when she heard the words "little crybaby".

She lifted her small face, which was covered in tears.

On the screen.

The Desolate Emperor, separated by endless ages, still sat there lazily.

But his words sounded like they were meant for a specific person.

Little crybaby.

Is it her?

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Not a single drop left...

Freshly baked, I wonder if anyone will get to eat some (evil grin).