Ghost King Makes the Little Darling Cry (16)

The grand hall had completely changed its appearance. At this moment, Hua Mi was teleported into a featureless bedroom, which contained only a lonely bed and a table, with a diary resting upon it.

[Host, the space inside the haunted house is in chaos; I have no way to navigate you to the male protagonist's location.]

[It is detected that barriers have been set up outside the haunted house by celestial masters, and Cheng Yi and his master possess divine artifacts capable of subduing the male protagonist.]

[Host, we can already confirm the male protagonist's death—]

Within the vision, the sword-madman charged frantically into the midst of hundreds of powerhouses opposite him, beginning a merciless slaughter.

Ye Piao wanted to push Lin Chuxue away, but she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, refusing to let go no matter how hard he pushed.

There was no wind throughout the journey, but the upward ocean current pushed the warships forward, requiring almost no manual steering and making the voyage extremely smooth.

Previously, Su Hai had forcefully thrust those powers upon him, but now that Su Hai was gone, his duties as the head of the academic affairs office had reverted to their original scope.

According to the original plan, the Mali River iron mine was scheduled to officially enter the on-site exploration phase at this time. Long preparations had been made beforehand, and everything was ready—personnel, cold-resistant equipment, supplies, and so on had all been procured.

Judging by his attire, he lacked the standard-issue white garments and mask, which led Seer to determine that he was probably not a member of CP0.

Do not measure the income of a leisure club manager level by the monthly earnings of most white-collar workers.

After hanging up the phone, Frando took a midnight flight back to the country of Jia and, summoning major media outlets, held a press conference.

Yet, ever since then, he had never sought her out again, nor ever brought it up, acting as if nothing had happened, which only made her feel even more uneasy.

Upon hearing her assistant finish those words, Sylvie first drew an envelope from her handbag, leaving Olf quite stunned by the gesture.

From now on, Second Sister, you must be more mindful of everything. Although Mother has been somewhat lenient with you, there is still a thorn lingering in her heart.

Time slipped away quietly. Yun Qingxue busied herself in the kitchen for a full two hours, finally producing a table laden with delicious dishes.

However, this was merely her conjecture, so she said nothing and simply lowered her head like the other students, not daring to look at Lü Hui.

The only thing that cheered us up was a modified pickup truck parked right ahead! The pickup truck apparently belonged to these militants, but now it had no choice but to be "requisitioned" by us for free.

Of course, should Yuan Gang be utterly crushed from this setback, that would simply be his fate, and he would deserve it. If he cannot withstand even this much of a blow, his life will amount to nothing, and his ultimate achievements will be limited anyway.

Qu Xiangdong's face was as bitter as a squeezed gourd, shrinking behind several disciples while casting furtive glances around, his entire body trembling.

"How could that be, Old Luo? It's too late for us to welcome you," Qiao Yingying hurriedly said from the side. "I wish the two of you could just stay at our home forever." She genuinely liked the Manzhen sisters, yet now they were about to part ways.

Only then did she realize that, unconsciously, they had walked to the very cliff where Luo Jianye had once brought her and Xiangpu—the cliff where their mother had met with disaster.

Naturally, he had no way of knowing that long before Li Wuchang flipped up and lunged toward Xiao Qiantian, Imperial Concubine Qing had already taken action, executing her movement techniques in an attempt to get onto the stage and rescue Xiao Qiantian, only to be intercepted by someone.

Because of the Old Madam's passing, the acupuncture treatments for the Grand Elder had been interrupted once. Additionally, the Dowager Empress had caught a cold, and her recurring headaches had acted up again, leaving Situ Jiao with no choice but to make a trip to the imperial villa in the east suburb to perform acupuncture for both the Grand Elder and the Dowager Empress.

The spatial knowledge of all spatial mages within the memory orb was identical. The energy for spatial transmission arrays or portals came from lightning magic, which in turn required magic crystals to supply and sustain its magical power.

"No problem, I'll take care of it as soon as I get back to my office and send it over to you shortly," Xiao Guoyue agreed repeatedly.

What she had not expected was that Li Longji simply captured her hint with absolute precision, understood her completely, and placed his trust in her with such utter frankness. When she thought about how she desired a liberated future for herself, would she really still be reluctant to let go when that day finally arrived?