Chapter 142: Midnight Terror
“What do you want me to do?” Chen Li asked warily.
Li Qingyun replied indifferently, “Did I say anything? I didn’t say a word.”
“This time I’ll let you off. But if there’s a next time, if you dare provoke me again, it won’t be so simple.”
“My man is in the People’s Liberation Army. He has some connections both in the commune and at the county level. You better think twice—if you so much as lay a finger on me today, you’ll be headed straight to the labor reform farm.”
Chen Li instantly regretted his actions. How had he managed to cross paths with such a curse in Tian Meixue?
Yet, now married to Ryoko Kuromatsu and still keeping in touch with others, the young man bore no dissatisfaction with his current situation.
“Eat… White Dragon…” The demon dragon’s eyes turned completely black. It opened its massive jaws and lunged toward the white dragon. But halfway through, a few streaks of red appeared in the dark eyes, causing it to snap shut abruptly, biting nothing but air.
After speaking, she sat properly at the far edge of the sofa—keeping a great distance from Li Banxia—and stared fixedly at the television as if the delicacies on the screen were irresistibly enticing.
Two weeks before the college entrance exam, Xin Yanlai turned eighteen. The Xin family held a grand celebration at the city’s largest hotel, inviting many guests. The luncheon was for Xin’s father to network with business associates, while Xin Yanlai hosted a lively gathering of friends and classmates that evening.
It wasn’t just about so-called “human nature,” but because its design was fundamentally divisive from the start.
That night marked the beginning of my vigilance against that Sun surname; I knew that between him and me, it had become a battle to the death.
Of course, the old commander could return to the Prince of Qin’s mansion at any time. His Highness said he was always welcome,” Administrator Anan said with a smile.
From the outside, it looked like a ghost. There was no telling how it had managed to perform the act of “crouching” before.
Faced with Izumi Sakai’s persistence, the young man had no choice but to help replace some genuinely old items and refurbish the house to keep it livable.
Bai Ze was in a very good mood. If not for fear of misunderstanding, he might have even considered using the Blood Moon to heal Luo Jiya’s injuries.
“Who’s in the car? Second Young Master, who offended you? Let me make it clear—I’m the old master’s confidant. Don’t expect me to keep anything secret for you,” Old Li said with a smile, distancing himself.
Bai Ze was decisive. When dealing with beings like himself, no contract meant no cooperation.
The guards outside were surprised when the sedan curtain lifted, revealing Zhao Danian, Prefect of Hengzhou.
“What are you laughing at?” Zhu Houzhao suddenly appeared beside Chen Ziyu, scrutinizing him from head to toe with a suspicious, wary expression.
How had she, an ordinary mortal, entered Qianxue Mountain, and how had she trapped Mu Qianxue at such a critical moment?
Meng Fuge asked himself honestly—whether in this life or the last, he was never one to covet beauty.
“You say it was she who harmed the Crown Prince?” The Ghost Shadow glared coldly at the Empress, his eyes narrowing slightly as he began to radiate an imposing pressure.
At this moment, Ling sat outside the skeletal stone chamber, sensing the aura emanating from within, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Yang Shichao found a cleaner wooden chair and sat down. Watching the fishermen on the river, he pondered his thoughts. Lost in reflection, he didn’t even notice the figure in shorts, pale-skinned, drifting closer on the water.
“Wait, I mean no harm, I’m just here looking for someone, hmph!” The figure cloaked in a dark mantle spoke in a deep, husky voice tinged with a hint of seduction. Yet, facing a pair of glowing eyes, she grunted softly as a black mist rose around her, finally blocking the intrusive gaze.