Volume 1, Chapter 31: Nightmare

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“Hey, I’m asking you—can you put me down already?” Liu Shuang’s mood improved considerably, and he cursed under his breath.

After leaving Ji Qiandao’s room, Mo Mo smiled faintly, patted the Cosmic Pouch against his chest, and sped toward Yang Sanyuan’s residence.

Liu Shuang suddenly jolted awake. He nearly fell off the bed. Looking around, he saw a thatched hut, a bamboo table, bamboo chairs, and other such furnishings. What the hell was going on now?

“Damn it, which bastard dares to toy with your uncle?” Tanluo flew into a rage. She turned around to look for the wretch hiding in the shadows, only to find a white-robed immortal standing upon the ice. He stood tall and solitary, like a lone pine, transcendent and removed from the mortal world. His features were so exquisitely handsome that they defied description.

From that day onward, her master bestowed a veil upon her and told her that if, one day, a man were able to remove it and behold her face, then he would be her husband.

“How many times have I told you? Don’t call me Uncle Two while I’m working.” The plainclothes police officer spoke with clear displeasure.

Naturally, Tanluo did not dare admit that she had invented her name by casually borrowing it from the Sacred Udumbara Flower. She gave an awkward little laugh.

In truth, Gu Qingming must have come through the wind and snow. His body was cold, making Yun Yao shiver. Even so, she was unwilling to leave his embrace, because opportunities to be this close to him were few and far between.

“Then let me ask you this: how did you obtain Mo Leng’s research materials back then?” Gao Feng pressed.

Although he lacked the energy to transform, he could still use the Dark Evolver of Faith as a weapon.

Recalling Nect’s actions just moments before, Dyna felt deeply grateful. He was eager to know who this black Ultraman truly was.

“Is the truck driver involved in the accident with the deceased still here?” Gao Feng suddenly changed the subject.

And today, the relatives of nearly all the senior military and government officials north of the Yangtze River had come. Naturally, relatives of several southern powers were also present to offer their congratulations.

Caught between two impossible choices, Feiyu had yet to make a genuine decision. She even wanted to distance herself from the matter so that she would not be implicated.

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While Ning Xiguang was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a car horn from downstairs. Her gaze shifted toward the sound, and she saw a handsome man step out of the car. He wore a black suit, carried a cane, and was dressed with the polished manners of an English gentleman.

Ever since Mrs. Wu’s husband, Mr. Lin, had returned to Ba Qing, nearly every conversation between Wu Xinghui and Wang Yiyuan had centered on him. Most of the time, Wu Xinghui did the talking while Wang Yiyuan listened, and the awkwardness of their earlier confession and rejection had vanished.

The Prosperous Age Guild had suffered devastating losses when the undead army breached the city. Afterward, they recuperated and moved to the central part of the town. They had been out of the public eye for a long time, yet the old grudge between the two guilds collided once again at this delicate moment.

Tang Xiao nodded. “Of course I’m confident. If we take the lead, the chances of success are above ninety percent. Naturally, Celebrity Computers still has plenty of areas that need reorganizing, such as standardizing the internal network hardware and upgrading the information systems to standardized specifications.”

Liu Ming watched as He Wanquan loosened his grip. Li Shirui collapsed to the ground like a severed log. Even when she was kicked again moments later, she showed no reaction whatsoever.

At the same time, Nina came looking for Ye Dou. An Jiahe panicked and left a bloody handprint behind the refrigerator. Nina could not get the door open and had no choice but to leave. An Jiahe destroyed all evidence of the murder and hurried away.

Liu Ming and Guo Qiaolei sat together and sampled several dishes. They found them genuinely delicious. With a restaurant like this nearby, lunch was at least settled for Class Six of Senior Year Three, even if no other class could be guaranteed the same.

Everything had a motive. Li Shirui had been willing to sacrifice even herself—what, ultimately, had she been after?

“Brother Chen Gu, I have received some news. I wonder whether it might be worth trying?” Tan Zheng stroked his goatee, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Wei Xue was not flattering anyone. After all, ratings were the television station’s greatest concern. What else could be done on top of a strong viewership was another matter entirely.

Lin Miao recalled what she herself had been like during her first romance—just as sharp-tongued yet soft-hearted as Qingwu Feiyang.

During the three days after Sun Bin defeated Pang Juan’s army with the Twelve Divine Capital Heavenly Gate Formation, the awakening of the Ancestral Shaman not only sent enormous shock waves through the cultivators of the Primordial World, but also stirred up countless disturbances among the armies of Qi and Wei on the battlefield.

In her previous life, she had secretly envied Yin Ru, who was adored by the Regent Prince. Sadly, the only man in this world who had ever loved Yin Ru wholeheartedly was precisely Gu Cheng, the man she had abandoned.

Murong Fu muttered in a fluster, wanting to move and shatter the dream before his eyes. Yet he found his arms weak and limp, completely unable to lift them. His legs were even more numb, devoid of all sensation.

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Xiao Rongshen smiled. Desire was good; what he feared were people who were both clever and free of all wants. Wei Yuanjie’s request was perfectly reasonable, even somewhat foolish. She could easily have demanded a much higher price. Even if she had said she wanted to become a concubine in the prince’s residence, Xiao Rongshen would certainly have agreed.

“Thank you, old master, for saving my life.” Buddha Seven once again shouted his thanks to Old Ghost, this time with genuine gratitude in his voice.

That night, after the two women had finished washing, they lay down together on the same bed. Since the room was already warm, neither needed a blanket, leaving their sensuous bodies exposed. With no man present to spy on them, they behaved completely at ease.

“Originally, the Commandery Prince and I intended to put the Princess to death.” He lowered his head and cast a glance at Yuan Xi.

I thought about it for a moment. Something like an impact drill could break through it easily, but the noise would be far too great, and there would be no way to conceal the marks it left behind.

Murong Fu glared at her, took Azi by the hand, and walked toward the two burly men, a faint layer of white radiance enveloping his body.

It was around six in the evening when the lock on the door began to rattle. The door could be opened at any moment.

Murong Fu nodded in sudden understanding. Seeing her sway unsteadily, he hurried forward to steady her. Then he turned her over and carefully examined her body twice, his expression gradually growing grave.

The patter of raindrops striking the leaves rang out in a sharp, crackling rhythm, and the spiritual barrier trembled violently beneath the impact.

“This one too. Come, let’s start with three cups. The last time I saw you was at Old Master Long’s birthday banquet. Just like that, two years have passed.” Yang Zhonghan sighed as he poured Long Ya a cup and handed it to him, then drained his own in a gesture of respect.

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