Volume One, Chapter Ninety: Why Haven’t You Contacted Me for So Long

At dusk, Xie Yu seized his chance and tailed an old woman into Zhao Yingying’s residential compound.

He had gotten inside, but he had no idea which building Zhao Yingying lived in.

One inconvenience of living in a city was that even people in the same building might not know one another at all.

“What a pity. We finally have a little time, and there isn’t even a decent place to have fun around here. Come on, let’s go climb a mountain.” With a faint curl of his lips, Dong Zhuo clearly had no fond impression of this place called Ningqiang.

As soon as Ouyang Yingqi finished speaking, Nangong Linyi suddenly dropped to one knee, startling her badly.

As for the monsters, the highest level discovered so far was level forty, and the bosses along the way had already been killed by large numbers of players.

“Discuss life?” Dong Zhuo was a little dazed. It was just a phrase he had casually mentioned, yet unexpectedly Guo Jia had applied it so vividly.

“Mother, the fish was not doing this on purpose. She just wanted our family to be able to build a new house sooner. Don’t stay angry anymore!” Chen Yan followed up with soothing words.

“Nonsense. The semifinals haven’t even started yet. You’re looking too far ahead.” Being praised, Meiyun’s mood was of course excellent.

Two magical artifacts were more than enough to suppress ordinary corpses, but could they really hold down the evil corpses forged by those shadows?

A reporter was a reporter indeed. Not only could they handle interviews and news with skill, they could also spin a story with uncanny accuracy, guessing almost exactly why the police had made such a massive move.

“Yes!” Xie Xuansu felt so wronged that tears nearly fell, but since even her master was already furious, she did not dare say another word. Helplessly, she cast a nervous glance at Liu Yansong, then hurriedly lowered her head and stepped aside.

He was just about to offer Meng Shuang a simple explanation when he suddenly saw a broad figure walking over from the restroom corridor. It was Lao Zhang, Wu Weimin’s new driver.

The happiest of all were Yang Fengjiao and the others. In terms of cooking, Feng Chun was much better than Aunt Yang.

The reason they had brought this child back from outside was, on the one hand, to ensure the continuation of the family line. But on the other hand, they had also been considering an alliance by marriage.

Zhuhua did not appear this time either. Although the phoenix bracelet was of great value, in Zhuhua’s eyes it still might not have been an item of particularly high standing.

“Four upper rooms, and add fodder for the camel outside!” the proprietress called out, twisting her graceful body as she flirted and joked with the customer.

A bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere. Xu Qingyun’s short hair flew wildly as the bodhi wood in his hand struck against Xin Zhou’s long sword. Sparks of lightning burst from the center of the clash. The two men glared at each other like knives, their eyes cold as steel, with murderous intent hidden deep in their pupils.

Thinking of this, the corners of He Qiujian’s mouth lifted slightly. In her heart, she guessed that Tian Song had probably come specially to see her.

Xu Qingyun looked at the great formation. Compared with last night, it now seemed entirely different to him, like a blazing furnace, like the sun itself, radiating heat as though it meant to melt him alive.

The emperor frowned toward the doorway for a while, then finally said, “Anything connected to it, report to me.”

“Skeletal Mirror, was there any falsity in what she said?” Judge Cui’s gaze returned to the Skeletal Mirror.

Bai Zhi nodded and glanced sideways at Dongfang Wan’er. Seeing her turn her face away and pretend not to notice Gao Ming, she said nothing.

And just then, a voice rang out, cool yet carrying an air of authority, echoing through every corner of the space.

What a pity that the same move, when used against a snake who had already become wary, would be greatly diminished in effect.

Even if Lu Zeming seemed somewhat different from usual today, Gu Mianmian would forever remember the words he had once said to her.

Besides, all these things of hers had been dug up from underground. Their origins were unclear, and she had no connections or backing. If she were to invite trouble, would she not end up with both her husband and her army lost?