Chapter 135: The Ghost Train (Part III)

It is better not to know her than to know her.

If I knew her, perhaps that female ghost was seeking revenge on Boss Lu. Such spirits are troublesome; until they vent their resentment, they will not obediently return to where they belong. The strange thing is that I cannot even see this ghost. I was just about to call Lu Xiaoxiao to ask where she had reached.

Suddenly.

A deafening roar of an engine echoed in my ears.

That car actually...

Watching Li Yanhang, who had ignited the atmosphere of Suhang University in an instant, walking slowly toward her, Zhong Miaoke felt a complex swirl of emotions.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed. In these three months, Chu Haoran had expanded his reinforced regiment into a massive force of five thousand five hundred men. Each of his subordinates was an elite soldier, and he himself had transformed from a clueless military novice into a young commander with a budding understanding of warfare.

The feeling was too surreal. Even after Ye Feng saw everything that had transpired, he could not fully reconcile his emotions with the truth of the past; after all, there were still too many unresolved mysteries.

The people of the Tianquan Kingdom were tall and sturdy, relying on brute strength in battle. Gong Wuxie seized upon this weakness, skillfully utilizing the formations the old eunuch had once taught him.

Yun Zijin stared daggers at Gong Wuxie as he paced back and forth serving dishes. When he went to fetch the next plate, she took her chopsticks and poked at the food, shoving it into her mouth with a sullen expression.

As for Xuanyuan Guang, with his head of silver hair, he seemed to be still craving more. After finishing twelve, he glanced at Kong Jingxuan, who had already given up on the side.

Everyone present had gained something by surviving the struggle. Weapons were important, but life was priceless; once life was gone, even the most powerful weapon was useless.

With primordial liquid essence condensing in his dantian, the stage of refining qi and marrow—which was difficult for ordinary people to overcome—was as simple as eating or drinking. Even the process of breaking through to higher cultivation levels happened as naturally as water flowing into a channel.

The dishes "Steamed Heart Demon" and "Braised Heart Demon," besides detailing the ingredients, heat, and preparation methods, also provided nourishment to the spirit and body after consumption.

Thus, he got out of bed, walked directly behind her, and reached out to unzip the back of her black outfit.

Bayar smiled. "It's fine to keep me company while I check the prices. At least I’ll know what the items given to me are worth."

For a pirate, death is not terrifying. But as companions, when faced with certain death, they only wish for their comrades to survive.

She and her mother had intended to buy the restaurant and immediately go to eat, but they had run into this frustrating mess.

The duration of the Blood Dragon Transformation had long since expired; at this moment, this was the only powerful attack method Wang Qiang had left.

Tang Wantwan added, "Watch over Sister Hong. Don't let her do anything impulsive. Tell her to wait until I arrive before doing anything." With that, she hung up the phone.

Sword qi perfectly insulated the body from the low temperature, and as the true energy deepened, the damage caused by the extreme cold became negligible.

"What else could I be implying? I am merely worried about unexpected circumstances," Qi Fu replied, avoiding a direct answer.

When Tang Wantwan married, she did so with the thought that she might one day get a divorce. If Young Master Yan had said he loved her, she probably would have been too terrified to go through with the wedding.

Alafu heard about this for the first time and felt he had suffered the greatest loss of all. He had traded a whole pasture for half of Daiqin's. If he hadn't agreed to the swap, perhaps he could have gone to work at the coal mine, just like Tiedan's daughter.

An hour later, the door of the wooden cabin opened from the inside. Meng Xiaofei, dressed in magnificent brocade robes and looking as beautiful as a celestial being, stepped over the threshold. In the clearing outside, all the members of the Executive Department, along with Dong Yu, Lin Yanqiu, and Yuan Tiansheng, stood there watching her.

When she woke up, Du Feiyu was still relentlessly repeating the cycle of curing meat, eating meat, boiling meat, and roasting meat.