Ghost King Makes the Little Darling Cry (23)

Although Hua Mi decided to give Jing Tong's method a try, deep down she still doubted whether it would actually work.

Embracing a half-skeptical attitude of treating a dead horse like a live one, she and Jing Tong entered a simulated period of ambiguity.

Their interactions remained largely unchanged; every day they would still wander around accompanying resentful spirits in their quests for revenge. Once the vengeful spirits finished seeking vengeance, Hua Mi would pull the malevolent ghosts over as well, meaning the time wasn't completely wasted.

Jing Tong never overstepped or subjected her to overly intrusive actions, only...

In the end, he could only watch as the spoiled son of the Mingsheng Group took away their Ji family heirloom.

What exactly is an yin-born child? It means that when I was still in my mother's womb, my mother had already drawn her last breath. According to reason, an unborn baby like myself should have inevitably followed my late mother back to the netherworld, cycling through reincarnation to find another good family.

If Jia Hun were here, he would likely sigh and admit that this Master Zhang indeed possessed genuine abilities.

"This must be my name. In my memories, someone used to call me Chuer." Silken brows and eyelashes shadowed shimmering, watery eyes. She was very happy right now; from Jiang Yanzhi's lips, she had learned her own name.

Lin Chen did not put on airs either. According to his deduction, Sun Mo's mother likely had a large tumor growing in her brain, and a malignant one at that.

The beef noodle-eating nest-dweller did not notice that, inside the villa model beside him, that eerie human head had already locked its gaze upon him.

Nearby, Sun Chan had already summoned a stick and, mimicking the posture of the old monkey, began practicing his cultivation.

The military hierarchy of Yuanqi was strictly enforced, with each official rank assigned distinct styles of armor and protective gear, making identification fairly straightforward.

For a fleeting second, Xiao Chongjiu felt a momentary trance, as if he could sense Wen Ruochu right before his eyes. Focusing his gaze to look closer, he gathered his drifting thoughts somewhat.

Sero's verbal tic had already been suppressed as much as possible in front of outsiders while he was roleplaying as CP9.

Zhang Chengyu retracted his five fingers into a tight fist, and dozens of light swords plunged into the golden box with a muffled thud. This time, the swords did not pierce back out; upon entering the box, they dissolved into clusters of flames. Starting like tiny sparks, they merged into a sheet in the blink of an eye, and a raging fire instantly ignited within the golden box.

Seventh Master Huang heard my shout, poked half of his head—which had previously retreated back into the spirit tablet—back out, and glanced at me.

Chi Yanxi and Fang Luoqing ran eight laps every day at the speed of ordinary people jogging, and in the end, they weren't even out of breath. Look at her instead, moving along at such a leisurely pace.

Before going to bed, he had complained about a pain in his back, which was actually a precursor to a myocardial infarction! By nightfall, he was dead! Now that he had returned to this heart that was already failing, it would be a miracle if it didn't hurt.

Chu Liufeng behind him did not voice any obstruction because he also wanted to witness Tangzer's true strength, so he tacitly allowed his subordinates to give the ungrateful Tangzer a harsh wake-up call.

Reflecting on it, it must have been because both of our ghosts' attention was focused entirely on the "corpse" earlier, leaving neither of us watching the situation inside the bridge arch, allowing him to launch a "sneak attack."

However, closing the distance to them immediately was impossible, leaving no choice but to back away slowly and wait for an opportunity.

Years of experience told him that he must absolutely not panic at a time like this; he needed to remain composed and calm while searching for a chance to counterattack.

Their training regimen was intensely monotonous. Once it concluded, the two of them went off to have lunch together.

After a group of elders deliberated for a while, they ultimately reconciled their differences. Although they had lost the round, the remaining battle had to be fought regardless. It was clear they were fighting for the dignity and prestige of the Peng family, hoping to salvage at least one victory so as not to completely ruin the family's reputation.

If he could not find another solution, he would simply have to abandon the supreme magical treasure in his hand, then seek out a pure-yang subterranean cavern to cultivate. Taking anywhere from decades to centuries, perhaps he could purge the baleful and malignant Qi within his body.

Of course, Manager Han had an inherently cheerful disposition; even when feeling sentimental, it only lasted for a fleeting moment. Who could blame him when his attention span wasn't easily anchored to the same thing for very long? The slightest commotion was enough to draw the old gentleman's focus elsewhere.

"I didn't say that, but since Brother Qian already knows, you certainly won't just stand by and do nothing, will you?" Lin Wushuang offered a cunning smile.

Pitifully, these members of the Lin family had been as tight-lipped as gourds before Ding Ling arrived. They were good with their fists, but far inferior when it came to using their tongues. The saliva from those imperial agents was practically spraying onto their faces, yet they firmly barricaded the door anyway. Refusing to budge, they adopted an attitude of "you can rant all you want, but I remain utterly oblivious."

Perhaps some would call this the fearlessness of a newborn calf, while others might label it reckless and impulsive behavior.

The space atop this cliff peak was slightly cramped, with five thousand soldiers gathered in an orderly yet dispersed formation around the perimeter, quietly awaiting their next instruction.

My inner thoughts were intensely conflicted, and the unnatural movements brought on by this mental state startled Nefarian, who had me in his grasp.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Thousands of sharp blade-auras continuously shot forth, instantly vanishing entirely into the wind wall. Amidst a slight tremor of the wind wall, the peerless, razor-sharp blade-auras dissolved into nothingness as abruptly as mud ox entering the sea.

From some unknown moment, the color of the dark cyan stone wall began to undergo subtle changes. Lines of red blood threads emerged along the texture of the stone, looking precisely as though the rock were riddled with blood vessels.

After finishing, Ralof attempted to open the door before him, only to find it was locked. At that moment, the dragon flew toward the two of them. Luo Chen shoved Ralof aside directly, and for reasons unknown, the method to unlock the door suddenly flashed into his mind.

The mysterious figure pointed a finger toward the heavens; in an instant, the light was blotted out, and the entire domain beyond the realms was swallowed by darkness.

Confronted with Asuna's sharp-tongued nature, Lin Yi, experiencing it for the first time, pressed a hand to his forehead and stared at her in disbelief as he asked.

"Brother Zhao Qian, will you make breakfast for me every day from now on?" Song Zuer grabbed Zhao Qian's arm and shook it coaxingly a few times.

"Brother Liu Xing, Brother Liu Xing, what are you looking at? Why aren't you saying anything?" Seeing Liu Xing standing there in a daze for so long without uttering a word, Liu Rong began to grow anxious.

How shameless, especially considering they were once husband and wife after all. Telling her would at least allow a stone in her heart to finally drop.

Yuetian leaped forward, soaring up into the firmament. The explosion was terrifying, sweeping across the primordial lands below. Continuous mountain ranges were instantly flattened into plains, and the vast expanse of the primordial world trembled incessantly.

These multicolored flowing streams were precisely the primordial breaths of the Five Elements, and some of the golden light among them consisted of sheer karmic merit. This was the merit of patching the heavens, the majority of which was acquired by Sun Wukong, while a tiny fraction of remaining merit hid within these fragments.

He checked his reflection in the mirror, feeling that his clothes were indeed somewhat soiled. After wiping them down with mineral water, he promptly got into his car and left Ming Pao.

"Young man, I was chopping firewood just now. Do you know how many strokes I made?" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, speaking in a manner that seemed utterly devoid of strength.