The Ghost King Weeps for His Delicate Darling (9)

"Boo-hoo, it hurts so much." Hua Mi rubbed her forehead, weeping aggrievedly beside Yin Hun.

Yin Hun walked with his hands in his pockets, a faint smile curling his lips as he listened to her sobs.

The gathering was held at an entertainment club. Cheng Yi was pacing at the entrance, seemingly waiting specifically for her. When he saw her arrive with Yin Hun, a strange glint flashed in his eyes. Cheng Yi led Hua Mi and Yin Hun inside, where they had booked a large private room.

Beyond the third level, the disparity in strength was immense. Excluding the use of certain artifacts, each level was essentially a different world, creating an absolutely overwhelming advantage.

"What a stubborn personality," Li Chan muttered to himself before smiling. "If he wants to see you, he will. As for today, let's leave it at that." With that, he stepped away from the chessboard.

He had some vague guesses about the landlord’s identity, but having such a figure in charge made Xu Yi feel quite at ease.

Shangguan Hehua opened her social media app, only to find it completely empty; she even had to log in again. In truth, she knew that if friends of six years could not become lovers, perhaps it was simply a lack of fate.

They had roughly guessed what might be happening, but nothing could have been as shocking as seeing Jiang Xue's reaction firsthand. Only now did they realize how erratic one could become under hypnosis.

The sky was a hazy gray, not yet fully bright. In the distance, the towering forest resembled a slumbering ancient beast, lying quietly upon the earth. A few sparse stars could still be seen in the sky, flickering with faint, inconspicuous light.

After examining the scene, Lin Fang stated that Uncle Zhu had committed suicide, or at the very least, he had not been harmed by any dark arts.

She hurried to find a thick black robe to wrap around Mu Zexi, then carefully dressed his wounds once more.

Qian Kai’s words infuriated Fu Long, turning his face a deep crimson. He lashed out with a punch, the force of which manifested into a talisman, carrying that very aura I found so daunting.

The Bull Demon King and the others were burning with rage. Just as they were about to strike, the void above the Blood Demon Patriarch’s head suddenly tore open. A hundred-foot-long giant sword descended, slashing toward him.

What was he to do? Could he go to hell to save Qingqing? Yet, he no longer even possessed the Soul-Gathering Bell; how could he possibly cross over to the underworld to rescue her?

Feng Rui felt that this house, where everything from the ceiling to the floor was covered in pink, was not a studio at all, but rather a clothing recycling center.

The golden-armored guards nearby didn't dare to breathe. Although their master had never been gentle, he had never been like this over the past few days—devoid of any smile, his entire being radiating a terrifying, bone-chilling cold.

He hadn't expected to sleep for three days and two nights. Now, Jiu Xiao felt so famished he could have devoured a mammoth.

By the time they realized what had happened, Tong Ran was already standing beside Yi Jiazhen, anxiously checking the sleeve that had been sliced by the dagger. Only after confirming that Yi Jiazhen was unharmed, and that only the fabric had been cut, did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Shen Hao felt his spirits lift. He was a man who enjoyed a lively atmosphere, and it was for the best if Wei Meng could become more cheerful. It would make future work communication less constrained and much more convenient.

"I have always kept my word; why would I lie to you? Besides, now that you are carrying my child, I will cherish you even more," Fang Zhongyan said with a smile.

Observing the hesitant expressions of the crowd below, the Thunder Emperor spoke up and took the lead in swearing an oath—a vow of great solemnity. Seeing the Thunder Emperor commit himself, the others followed suit one by one. After half an hour, when everyone had finished their oaths, all eyes turned to Lei Mian.

Watching those figures suspended in mid-air, many students who had yet to move revealed looks of envy in their eyes.

These banks were nothing like the ones Su Che knew in his previous life; most of the investments could not be recouped in the short term, and some could not be recouped at all.