up."Now we can have a proper conversation, can't we" Fang Yu said.Even with her neck being choked, the red-haired girl's face showed not a trace of fear or panic, remaining expressionless."What's your...As soon as these words were spoken, Anran's expression changed.

"That's right, you're being so noisy! You won't stop talking. Don't you want to get beaten up" Han MiaoYi's right eye flashed red light as she clenched her fists and threatened, "The Master allows you to stand here, it's already your good fortune!"

An Ran's face became even worse.

As a Holy King, he was considered high-ranking within the Holy Academy system. In the past, he lived a life of luxury and comfort, receiving respect and preferential treatment wherever he went.

But today, at Fang Yu's place, he suffered repeated setbacks and even faced ridicule and humiliation!

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