The Ghost King Weeps for His Little Darling (6)

Red-Hair was stunned for a moment, then burst into boisterous laughter. "New clothes? From now on, you'll be naked; you won't be wearing anything at all! Hahaha!"

Their laughter was rampant and cruel, causing Hua Mi to wail even more miserably.

"Wuwuwu, why is it so hard to get a new set of clothes? Wuwuwu!"

This bout of crying was clearly more genuine than before, and the vengeful spirits hovering above, watching the little girl on the ground, could not help but twitch their lips.

A weirdo. That was how they labeled her.

Accompanied by Gong Xingyue, the Emperor of Chu arrived at the front lines. Seeing the flags fluttering atop the city walls, he furrowed his brows deeply.

The "Kaiser Corridor" was already world-famous, and Mourinho had made specific arrangements for it; no one expected the most stable link to fail.

Indeed, David and Harry had plummeted vertically one after the other, leaving themselves no margin for error, both hurtling toward the ground.

Xu Chaoyang understood all too well what the old man was trying to say. This was how father-son communication worked among the people of the Northeast; the elders always spoke in riddles, assuming their children would understand, when in reality, they were simply struggling with unspoken burdens.

Mary had mailed him the necessary materials and the magic lamp, but she also included a letter reminding David that frugality is the root of all virtues.

"Minerva, if you don't go and prepare now, we won't be able to finish the Sorting Ceremony on time, and the children will go hungry."

Among these four, only Cannes represented a purely artistic event. Even if America's Oscars were illustrious, when it came to cinematic art, they still could not match the global influence of the Cannes Film Festival.

Never doubt the possibilities of the human species; once the population base is large enough, all sorts of bizarre characters are bound to emerge.

In the end, Lota didn't even know how she found the chance to slip away. Looking utterly ravished and pitiful, she ran back to her room.

"That is for the best. Rise. I leave Chu Xiu to you; go and make your preparations," Emperor Zhou said.

Upon reaching Heart of Flowers, Ma Qiang gave a gentle knock on the door. Before Old Xu could even open it, he turned to me, bowed, and said, "Third Master! Please!" With that, he stepped aside and moved away from the entrance to the private room.

"Manzi, you take a taxi back with Yang Qiao and Yu Hang. I'll take Haoyu and Li Wei home!" At the hotel entrance, the group bid each other a reluctant farewell.

Mina only knew that what she had just done was neither graceful nor dignified; she had practically thrown the prestige of the Tohsaka lineage into some unknown abyss.

Qin Wanyi was currently working at the bottom rung of Yang Yan's company, as she believed that to achieve great things, one must start small.

Ye Tian wrapped his arms around Tang Yun's waist and whispered softly, "Alright, then let's have a child." With that, amidst her startled exclamation, he carried her to the bed.

With just a casual glance, Luoxia confirmed that there were about two hundred caltrops around her. Half of them were a dull, grayish-black iron, while the other half shimmered with a purplish-green hue—a clear sign that they were coated in lethal poison.

"No." Ji Ruxue shook her head and buried her face in Li Xingyun's chest. She had seen clearly everything he had done for her just now; Li Xingyun would even risk his life to save her. Compared to that, what did her own suffering matter?

"This swordsmanship!" The old man in black robes amidst the floating rubble was equally astonished. Although the swordsmanship appeared quite crude to him, it contained profound and exalted insights into the Way of the Sword.

Wu Hui pulled He Manzi to a table and sat down, snapping her fingers with practiced ease as a waiter approached respectfully.

Those who came here to spend were either incredibly wealthy or individuals of special status. In short, anyone dining here could be considered part of high society.

Who was unaware of the relationship between Dongfang Yu and the Wu Clan? To say nothing of the rest, the fact that Houtu could attain sainthood was almost entirely due to Dongfang Yu. How could such a bond be severed so abruptly? What on earth had happened between Dongfang Yu and the Wu Clan?