Volume 1, Chapter 30: Her brother must still be waiting for her over there.
Furthermore, why was Chen Cheng so obsessed with Zheng Li, the director here, before he died? And why did the killer also have Zheng Li in their sights?
Even though she wore a peacock mask, Ji Anchen could see the anxiety beneath it at a glance.
As for whether she had been hacked, targeted by competitors, or had some other reason, it remained unknown for now.
In an instant, my face darkened. I said directly to Ni Jiaxin, "That's enough for a conviction!" With that, I stood up and left the place immediately.
Which hacker isn't an expert at concealing their identity? Even if Feiyu wanted to deal with him, they would have to be able to find him first.
Huo Niansheng naturally noticed the crease between his brows and found it amusing. Although she didn't know what had happened to Lin Dai'er, he had originally intended to go, and now that she had graciously allowed him to, he was acting this way—she couldn't figure out what would actually put his mind at ease.
Mr. Dan lit a cigarette, letting the scorching smoke fill his lungs as he recalled the story of his first encounter with the Rain Night Butcher four months ago.
She dialed the phone number she knew by heart. The time the ringing lasted felt like a slow execution.
"Enni? Why did you come at this hour?" Yu Yang opened the door, unable to hide his surprise upon seeing Cheng Enni standing there. He subconsciously glanced back behind him.
Yun Jiao didn't care about such superficial things; the thought of being able to kiss her idol every day was enough to satisfy her completely.
The bamboo staff swept horizontally, and the vermilion gate, half a foot thick, swung open with a thunderous boom.
Noticing that Meng Xin hadn't kept up, A'Ke turned around, and the others followed suit, looking back at her.
He wore a blue cloth gown, neatly pressed without a single wrinkle. His features were exceptionally refined and elegant, and his aura was gentle, like that of a true gentleman.
Even so, Zhao Ji never complained, nor was she ever angry with him, always clinging to his side day and night.
"Could there be any danger abroad?" Mother Lin looked up at Father Lin, her eyes filled with concern.
"If that's the case, then dress a bit more youthful and vibrant; it will better suit the temperament," the manager quickly suggested.
Since they respectfully addressed Bai Ye as the Young City Lord, she shouldn't be in any danger. He had heard of the Underworld City's brutal tradition for selecting successors, but with the current City Lord Fei in his prime, why would he be cultivating a successor so early?
It was just like fifty years ago, when the King of Qin held his newborn child, stroking his back to soothe him.
Every time he saw the powerful side of his opponent, he would regret having easily offended them in the first place.
To Qin Chen, the special forces soldiers hidden all around the jungle were no different from invisible people.
The two knelt on the cold ground, no further words spoken. The moon, which had been hiding in the clouds, chose that moment to emerge, casting its pure white light into the room as if bestowing a blessing upon the newlyweds.
Yang Paifeng grumbled to herself. Finally, after the guests had dispersed, Pan Weiji stumbled his way to the bridal chamber. Once all the rituals were concluded, Pan Weiji slowly lifted Yang Paifeng’s veil, and his heart leapt with joy at the sight of her exquisite makeup.
Unfortunately, the surveillance for that building happened to be broken, and no matter what Chen Yuan said, no one believed that Zhong Shuai-shuai had jumped from the eighth floor.
Cheng Moyu returned with dinner: "You're back early today; I thought it would take you a while longer." As she spoke, Cheng Moyu went to the kitchen to fetch bowls and chopsticks.
Qin Chen didn't have any particular ill feelings toward Ling Yifan. Although his first impression had been slightly uncomfortable, after hearing Yu Qingya say he was just her distant cousin, Qin Chen felt no further resentment.
According to the Empress Dowager's decree, Sheng Mingzhu was in full charge and naturally had to discuss the relevant matters with Xuanyuan Chi.
In the night sky, a nimble and graceful figure arrived on a flying sword, landing steadily on the ground and blocking the path between Chen Yuan and Sima Chaofeng.
He remembered very clearly that the time between the revival of the Ghost Desolation and the Demon Fox's escape into District D was between 12:00 and 1:00 AM.
He then began adding medicinal herbs to the boiling clay pot, tossing them in from different directions each time, which looked quite strange.
Even with Xia Cheyuan's quick reflexes, he was a step too late; the dagger buried itself deep into his back. The only stroke of luck was that it did not strike a vital organ.
Seeing that Zhao Qiqi dared to be distracted in front of her, Sima Yu tightened her arm and launched a new round of attacks.
The commoners didn't know what Mu He was thinking, but seeing him suddenly rush to the front of the procession, they assumed he was about to display some of the grassland's flair, so they lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him. Those who were bolder only dared to look up slightly, observing the distinguished guest from afar with the corners of their eyes.
The original owner was named Lan Ruoshui, a quintessential rich kid and currently a junior in college. Because of her family's affluent circumstances, she did not live in a dormitory but had bought a one-bedroom apartment nearby.
"Are you all right, young lady?" Zhang Weidou asked again. Ever since Su Jing'ge had joined their household, he had discovered that he had become a much more compassionate person.
"Master, have you... have you forgotten your disciple? I must extract the soul of the one in Purgatory to sacrifice to them." Mo Qingyan’s eyes clouded with gloom, gradually turning blood-red.
But the cyclops also possessed strong defensive capabilities, and they swung their spiked clubs repeatedly, blocking Zhao Canyang's attacks.