Chapter 27: She Was Merely an Object

It was still early when Lou Yizhou and his party departed. Song Yin remembered that the hotel’s breakfast service had not yet ended. She went to the dining room, grabbed a cup of coffee, a croissant, a portion of corn and green peas, and a few blueberries and strawberries, then found a seat by the window. This was the most luxurious hotel in Dubai, where everyone staying was either wealthy or noble. They would likely never imagine that someone as humble as her was among them.

Breakfast...

"Is that so?" Lu Chenhao’s eyes narrowed slightly. He looked down at Nan Xia, his gaze filled with a tenderness she could not fathom. Because the green insect had already been killed, and a quarter of an hour ago it had been in the cesspool, it would have been impossible for it to be distracted enough to kill the owner of the chicken farm. Hearing this, the Minglan generals in the private room could clearly see Bian Cheng’s attitude; he had never considered them his own people, or he would not have spoken such words.

Nan Xia found it difficult to say anything more. Since many of the household staff had already gone to rest and she had been singled out, it was hard to refuse. However, Mu Chenhao had second thoughts. If he did not allow Huang Hun into the core team after having already promised, and things were not as Xia Qingkong had imagined, he would lose an exceptionally rare talent, a loss he was unwilling to bear.

Upon hearing this, Gu Chengze and Gu Ruoxun truly did not know what to say. After exchanging a few aimless words, they took their leave.

Xu Yuntian employed his secret technique of clairvoyance and saw a safe inside one of the rooms; he quickly opened the door.

"Then you may leave." Lu Chenhao was not the least bit nervous. Although he was damnably bothered by the hand Zhuang Yishang had placed on Nan Xia’s neck, he knew in his heart that Zhuang Yishang would not do anything to her; if he had intended to act, he would have done so long ago.

Perhaps it was because those persistent obsessions had gradually diminished in the torrent of time, but this was already good enough. Cheng Lie would always remember her, because Cheng Lie hated her. If not for the fact that the Xiyue Film and Television City project was vital to the cooperation between Ye Tianxiang and Zhao Yuqing, and they had protected her, Duanmu Xi felt her fate would have been miserable indeed.

When it wakes, no matter how many soul vessels one has prepared, there is no way to be saved, because the opponent will completely devour one’s spirit and convert it into a part of itself.

The reason for summoning Zhang Zhiji and the Three Great Camps was precisely to have them display incompetence during the great battle.

As the two chatted, the car reached the city. Since their paths diverged, they parted ways after getting off at the station.

Bang Geng, who had not yet returned to his room in the courtyard, glanced at Huang Xiuzhen’s room with a glint in his eyes. He took a deep breath of the rich, meaty fragrance, feeling his stomach rumble loudly.

The homecoming banquet was in the evening. Yuan Xi had originally planned to go to the Chu residence only after work, but now she was forced to go in the morning. After all, since Gu Hanchen had granted her time off, it was easy to guess it was because of the Chu family.

Therefore, it must have pointed specifically to the soul; otherwise, it would have been meaningless in the face of a potential transmigrator.

The two men stood on either side of the door like gate guardians; those who did not know better might have thought a head of state lived there.

To prevent Jing Nan from continuing to misunderstand her, Shen Wanning explained how she and Chi Jue had come to know each other.

The outcome was exactly as he had guessed: the water droplets slid off the screen silkily, leaving not a trace behind.

"I’ll just have someone make another one; it’s not a complicated design." Although Ji Lingzhou said this, he did not immediately throw away what he was holding.

Without having to spend his own time or energy, the trade routes of the entire Great Xia would be opened to him. With such a stroke of good fortune, he would be laughing in secret; how could he possibly have any objections?

Just as he was about to make his next move, a wave of dizziness washed over him. His vision went black, and a massive flurry of memory fragments, accompanied by a tingling sensation like a weak electric current, surged from his central nervous system deep into his mind.