The Ghost King Weeps for His Little Darling (5)

It was already class time, and the hallway was silent and completely deserted.

Yin Hun turned and pinned her against the wall, gripping her chin to lift her face. "Otherwise, how do you think they were able to appear in broad daylight to save you?"

"So it was you?" Hua Mi's eyes brightened. She grabbed his hand, pressed it against her own cheek, and rubbed against it affectionately. "You’re so good to me."

Yin Hun smiled, his eyes dropping to look at her. His gaze was playful.

I ignored Ju Xiang’s words and headed straight downstairs, but I had only made it halfway down the stairs.

The moment she heard the name "Yu Fu," Su Liuying’s entire body stiffened. Her face turned deathly pale, and she trembled slightly. The foot she had just stepped forward retreated involuntarily as she turned back to hide deep within the bed, the panic and despair in her eyes plain for all to see.

To increase the "Ten Thousand Condensing Kills" within the Primordial Two-Dimensional space, Old Xiao opened five more dark dimensions. By now, his Primordial One-Dimensional Heavenly Dao and "Heavy Bones" were fully capable of resisting the raging, scorching flames of those five dark dimensions.

Boom! A fierce, massive staff smashed the giant, dark-gold, spiked beast to the ground, causing blood to spray everywhere.

"Has the old gentleman’s health really deteriorated to this extent?" Zhao Yuqing looked at the old man who had dedicated his most glorious years to his work, her tone filled with an almost imperceptible sense of worry.

In their hands, they each held a beautifully crafted plaque, all of which they handed over to the usher.

It was all that damned system’s fault. Once she finished dealing with Mr. Lu in a little while, she would have to interrogate the artificial intelligence properly. If she had chosen the other two options, would she have been spared all this mess?

Perhaps he did not want to hear another word from me, so he handed the child to Wang Zhizhi, rose from the sofa, turned away from me, and headed straight upstairs.

After parting ways with the Dwarf Immortal, Chen Feng chose not to use his Flowing Wind Wings to avoid drawing unnecessary attention and instead used the Divine Movement secret technique to depart.

Then, Qian Fanchen’s hands began to wander, but Ji Xiaoyue was no longer the same person she once was. How could she still be the woman who would be left flustered by a few of Qian Fanchen’s light provocations?

Yet, while the image of Lu Yao still lingered in her mind, every time she thought of Fangfang, she could only see that final scene: Fangfang pulled the trigger, but it was Lu Yao, who had shielded her, who fell to the ground.

Since he had already promised to request rewards from the imperial court on their behalf, it was even more justifiable now to ask for honors from Prince Zhou after having them dye camouflage fabric for the imperial mission, make combat uniforms, and craft covers for the supply wagons.

This sense of emptiness gave her a feeling of unreality, as if the vast laboratory around her had vaporized, drifting and blurred like a mosaic. All the instruments and facilities—the machines she could operate with her eyes closed—had all become alien. At a glance, she couldn't even remember what they were called.

Now, that fool Jing Ruirui had offended that great personage, causing him such fury that he left without even acknowledging her, pointlessly smashing her chance at a meteoric rise.

His mere presence served as a pass for the Prince’s mansion; no one in Censor Huan’s courtyard dared to stop him. The word "request" was merely for show—no one would dare treat it as such. They scrambled to serve tea and water before quietly withdrawing, leaving the husband and wife the space to speak in private.

However, regardless of how this supernatural incident might escalate or how it might fuel the imperial ambitions of certain individuals, for those present, it was nothing short of a massive catastrophe.

The red glow had gradually faded, and the intense heat had subsided, but it could not mask the shock in his heart.

The performance was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. The personnel had been arriving one after another today, and by late evening, the entire cast should be present.

Once Ge Yu left, Su Yi let out a long sigh. She had known that Ge Yu escorting her wasn't as simple as it seemed, but she hadn't expected him to harbor such intentions.