The Ghost King Weeps for His Little Darling (7)

All those involved in the sports warehouse incident had vanished, leaving not even a corpse behind. At first, no one noticed anything amiss; after all, these hoodlums rarely attended class and spent their days roaming the streets, so disappearing for a few days was common. However, as time passed, someone eventually realized something was wrong. Their families reported them missing, and the police went through the motions of questioning the school, but they gathered no useful leads. Hua Mi was not on their list of people to interview, as there was no...

The Hong Kong dollars in hand appeared flawless from every angle. It went without saying for Song Chunzhong, and Gu Tiancheng had formerly been a silver-smith, making the identification of banknotes his specialty; he could even judge the authenticity of a bill by touch alone.

"Dad, his name is Pang Long! He is very fierce, but he looks incredibly handsome." Comforted by Xia Li, Xia Shi’s mood had improved significantly. In her words, she attributed everything Pang Long had done to her to Li Guyu instead, clearly revealing her feelings for him.

The Sacred Mountain erupted several times in succession, and each time about a dozen treasures were spewed out, triggering a chaotic scramble that resulted in countless casualties.

Du Jinshan thought to himself, if I told you how bold I am, it would scare you to death! I was the one who killed them—so what? Are you convinced?

"The Abyss of Sin... I fear that even a low-grade immortal pill could cleanse that man’s marrow and purge his impurities..." Resources were so scarce and precious that the thought made Yang Zhen gasp.

"Good! It’s just the thing to get me moving; I’ve been bored for too long!" Seeing the three enter the arena, Chi Huang did not get angry but laughed instead. A ferocious, excited look appeared on his face as he threw a heavy punch.

Therefore, Yue Xiangyun and Li Shuang’s attempts to speak up for Qin Yun and persuade Mu Jin not to cause trouble for him often backfired, deepening Mu Jin’s obsession with "liberating" Qin Yun.

Qin Yun was left speechless. Although this wasn’t his first time witnessing the eccentric nature of the Nine Suns Spirit, this instance truly drove him mad.

A tall, dark-skinned South Asian man in a well-fitted police uniform stood at a perfect salute, greeting Qiao Dingguo.

However, it also had its limitations. The more lives taken, the more death energy accumulated. As a dark power, it would, to varying degrees, affect the user’s temperament. Those with weak willpower were more prone to becoming machines of slaughter.

I was only badgered by you lot until I had no choice but to step forward and say a few words to clear my name.

When Young Master Luo saw the Huaya coins in the backend, his hands trembled involuntarily, and he nearly dropped Lin Fan’s phone.

He opened his mouth, letting her feed him with the spoon. He drank the bland rice porridge, and as he recalled later, the porridge was quite hot, yet it tasted sweet—delicious, absolutely delicious.

The two coaches did not ask for a review, instead telling the players to get some rest since there were no matches this week.

Amidst the sky-filling dust and smoke, Fang Cheng and his two companions fought the beast frantically. Even though every collision shook their blood and qi, making their bodies feel as if they were falling apart, they did not retreat a single step, giving their all.

Mother Qi happened to come downstairs at that moment and heard their conversation; she looked at Xia Yuwei with disapproval.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and during this time, everything on Lin Fan’s side proceeded in an orderly fashion.

Rutherford’s reply was very blunt—or perhaps too blunt, as if he were pointing a finger at Lugan’s nose and scolding him, without the slightest bit of subtlety.

Lugan pondered for a long while, and after concluding that the premature emergence of the Compton effect would not affect his plans, he made up his mind and slowly spoke.

Moreover, the entire film crew was completely normal; every actor performed their duties diligently, with no strange interactions to be found.

These servants had been at Yi Garden for many years. Since Mei Guo had woken up, they had never heard her speak such harsh words. Forty strikes might not kill, but if one were careless and ended up disabled, it was quite possible. Their expressions changed, and they hurriedly set to work.