The Ghost King Fondly Brings the Little Darling to Tears (15)

Spending every day with Yin Hun acting just like a couple gave Hua Mi the illusion that he might have fallen for her.

She constantly oscillated between "Am I overthinking this?" and "What if it's true?", with the only external reference guide she had—the corruption meter—remaining completely useless.

The shifting lights and shadows recorded the passage of time as Hua Mi put down her pen, finishing her final exam of the semester.

She was merely a poor girl who had to rely on scholarships to continue her education, and as for the original owner's father...

Clearly knowing that Meng Meng would show up, she wore large oversized sunglasses and cast a provocative glance in Meng Meng's direction.

"What should we do then? Is there really no way out?" Lin Yang looked at Sun Yao in confusion. According to Sun Yao's analysis, they stood no chance of competing with the He family at all.

After the National Day holiday, Xueqi resumed her campus life, and for quite some time, she stopped going out to visit other classmates' homes. I suppose that, although unsaid, she still harbored resentment over our argument.

Perhaps having heard Xu Jingru's scream just moments before and thinking something had happened, it had drawn the patrolling security guards over.

However, Wuming did not give me much time to think. With a wave of her hand, she beckoned me closer and first asked me to fetch that jar of fiery liquor for her. Seeing that she was about to open the jar and drink to her heart's content, I quickly stepped forward to stop her.

At the thought of that silver, and of seeing that youthful appearance once again seemingly preserved on her face, Li Xiucheng felt a pang of jealousy akin to a mosquito bite—not intensely painful, yet thoroughly aggravating.

"To be honest, I really don't know much about it." Lu Ye had set out from the Snowy Domain and arrived at Sword City without the guidance of any good mentors, leaving him rather ignorant of these fundamental matters.

This remark neither altered the prince's vengeful nature nor subdued his temper; it merely added a touch of conservatism to it. Anyone hearing such words would believe them, and even the three great elders believed that the prince was truly of this disposition.

"Well struck!" Lu Ye cared little for the rest; since he could handle whatever came, he directly summoned the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Blade, executed the Guarding Blade technique, and amidst the endless flurry of blade shadows, found a black broken sword and thrust it straight into his throat.

He knew that the double had deliberately set the fire to signal that he had left the building. Later, when the double returned and made contact with him, he learned that the employer—who had always refrained from directly meddling in underground affairs—was unexpectedly ordering him to lead a team to Gulu Land without any prior warning.

Yun Mu gritted his teeth and hurriedly channeled his internal energy, combining it with his own physical strength, finally managing to steady the scroll. Unfortunately, no matter how he tried, he could not store the scroll into his spatial ring.

The old lady hurried forward, her voice choked with sobs, "Old man, you're finally awake—" As she spoke, she wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, looking as though she wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, a sight that inexplicably tugged at the heartstrings.

It was just a pity that, over these past few days, no matter what methods Yun Mu tried, he could not figure out any purpose for the divine statue, leaving him to only sigh inwardly.

The itinerant scholar and the boy returned to the room, the boy's body still trembling, his gaze towards others filled with terror and unease. After all, this was his first time taking a life, and how could his state of mind settle down so quickly?

Zhou Le's voice was hoarse and his face pale; optimistic though his nature was, at this moment he felt an overwhelming weight pressing down on him.

Guo Ye knew that the difference in copper between the two regions was most likely due to the different copper mines and the varying impurities contained within them.

His so-called technique of one bow with three arrows referred to three arrows being shot out and aligning in a single row. Clearly, shooting them in a triangular formation rather than a straight line was far superior in both practicality and difficulty.

Zhang Ran pointed at Cao Yunda and hurled a string of curses, infuriating the latter to the point where his beard and eyebrows twitched, yet he found himself entirely unable to retort.

Hearing his exclamation, Lei Yue asked out of curiosity, for he truly could not discern the origin of this pearl.

Of course, due to the urgency of the situation, thunder-crash bombs filled with granular gunpowder could not be mass-produced, and expecting this gadget to single-handedly reverse the tide of battle and secure ultimate victory was completely out of the question.