The Ghost King Weeps for His Little Darling (12)

The moment she saw Cheng Yi, Hua Mi immediately shrank back into her seat to avoid being discovered.
The woman had been waiting for Cheng Yi.
Hua Mi eavesdropped on their conversation.
The woman had been plagued by nightmares every night recently; burdened by a guilty conscience, she spoke to Cheng Yi in a frantic, rambling manner.
"She’s back! She found me! She’s come to kill me! Master, you must save me!"
Cheng Yi asked her who had come for her, and what had transpired between them.
Hearing Chen Feng’s words, Tong Tian couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. After all, as one of the game’s creators, being unable to truly enjoy his own creation was undoubtedly a great pity.
A voice, tinged with fatigue, drifted from the room. Compared to how he had appeared before the crowd, he now seemed quite desolate.
As Shan Chen began to speak, a spear gleaming with a cold light was leveled directly at him as he lay on the ground, the tip pressing against his throat. If Situ Zhong so desired, taking his life would be a trivial matter.
"Huh? That impressive?" Jian Jian joined Li Tingting in teasing me. What else could I say about these two good friends of mine?
It seemed that the old fox Xiong Da was not as foolish as I had imagined; he had been well-prepared when he sent people to stir up trouble for the Xiong Yun Group.
Shen Linfeng spoke in a funny, nasally way. He slept on his side, pinning one of my arms down, his body pressing firmly against my back. He kept one hand free to interlace his fingers with mine—I wondered if he was even comfortable like that.
Seeing this scene, the man in the trench coat and the driver from earlier saw their expressions darken instantly.
But just as Tiger finished speaking, Gao Jin turned his head to look at me.
Jian Han had never liked Luo Mingfei to begin with, and now that this had happened, he was even less inclined to let his precious sister have any further connection with the Luo family.
Seeing Zhang Suquan avoid his gaze, Li Kang knew he was already on guard. The probability of success for a second attempt at hypnosis would be greatly diminished. Moreover, the fact that Zhang Suquan had managed to resist the first attempt proved his willpower was exceptionally strong; under these circumstances, hypnotizing him again was nearly impossible.
Yan Yunjue had arrived at Fengyang Palace early, where Shangguan Ai was sitting by the window, studying a chess manual.
Lisa stood frozen for a moment before she grasped what Jian Han meant, her face turning a mixture of pale and livid.
He did not ask again why Li Youqian had been arrested by the police, but he firmly believed that, given Li Youqian’s character, he would never do anything to harm the country or society.
Old Qin was a beat too slow when he noticed, and before he could dodge, a male colleague crashed right into him. His documents scattered across the floor, and the impact aggravated his wound, causing him to double over in pain with a grimace.
A flicker of gloom crossed Chu Chen’s bright eyes. Just as one does not air dirty laundry in public, he was unwilling to discuss family matters with others, especially fearing that Luo Qi might look down on the Chu family because of them.
At this moment, Shanzhu reached out his right hand, flipped it over, and spoke indifferently. He even lit a cigarette, signaling that this was the result of his careful deliberation.
Dr. Hu walked calmly ahead of Chen Ziyan along the path they had come, but this time, Chen Ziyan did not follow her into the ward.
When they reached the Summoning Chamber—the location of the Mage’s Treasure Room’s primary boss—and prepared to challenge the first boss, the Shadow of the Archmage, they discovered that instead of the old man they had expected to emerge from the light screen, they were met with a rare dual-boss combination: the Storm Illusion and the Boulder Illusion.
Although the end of the year was approaching, the Jizhou Arsenal continued to operate around the clock. The workers took shifts, but the machines never stopped, working overtime to manufacture weapons and equipment. Zhong Nan had an intuition that the Mongols would not give the Ming Dynasty much more time; he had to stockpile enough ammunition and gear before the war began.