Chapter 25: The Vase Starlet Who is the Fake Heiress in Modern Society (25)

Zi Ran could not bear it; when Lin Mingjue began to knock on the door, she hurriedly opened it. Lin Mingjue let out a sigh of relief and gave Zi Ran a giant hug.

As her words fell, a sudden silence descended around her. If these two questions remained unresolved, the corners of Ouyang Lian’s mouth, which had just begun to turn upward, would likely drop into a fit of raging fury.

Her eyes slowly opened. When she finally awoke, it was already noon, and the first person Mu Lingxi saw upon rising from the school infirmary…

Usually, walking to Yangliu Town, Bai Shanshan would arrive in broad daylight. Today, traveling by carriage, the sky was still shrouded in gray.

Bai Liuli was still lost in the lingering echo of his soft chuckle. Seeing this sudden, boyish side of him, she flashed him her most radiant smile.

If anyone had seen them, they would surely have wondered if these hurried figures were caught in some great emergency. Alas, no one saw Mo Xize and his companions, nor would they know that such haste was merely to ensure the apple of someone’s eye, cradled in his arms, would not become drowsy.

The Four Heavenly Gates connect to four sacred mountains in the divine land of China: the East Heavenly Gate leads to Mount Qingqiu, the South Heavenly Gate to Mount Zhongnan, the West Heavenly Gate to Mount Kunlun, and the North Heavenly Gate to Mount Taihang.

Only then did Pei Yi understand; the poor soul referred to was Han Dong, and the other, naturally, was Mu Cheng.

Splattered with water, she looked down at herself for a moment, pulled off her hair ribbon, and left the ward.

"Believe? How could I not believe!" Mo Zheng seemed stunned, as if struck. It took a long while for him to come to his senses and respond to Nian Qi, his hand rising as he spoke.

Leaving Luoyang, Li Zhong and Yin Xuemei drove toward the mountain city to visit Yin Xuemei’s parents. Although it was a bit of a detour, for a driver of Li Zhong’s caliber, it would only take a day or two. Li Zhong didn’t think anything could happen to his house in Penglai; at worst, a few things might go missing.

Chief Xie ordered his officers to bring their gear and rush to the Jingwu Gate. They found twenty or thirty people locked in a chaotic brawl, many of them already bloodied. The officers stared in disbelief; the situation had spiraled into a massive mess.

Song Zheng was puzzled because, in his impression, Wu Xiubo was not someone who would take just any role. Regardless of how poorly he had fared in the past, his pickiness regarding scripts was legendary within their circle.

Li Zhong cursed in frustration. Gripping the Liucai Sword, he swept it in a wide arc. The flickering sword aura surged ten yards outward like a giant blade of light, severing the blood-threads emitted by the blood-line centipede one by one.

Chen Shuijing’s parents both worked in government offices, and she had married a businessman. Bored at home, she was roped in by her best friend to co-own a shop.

He had been sitting in the cockpit of the Red Wolf for a long time. The initial thrill and excitement of stealth combat had faded, the beauty of the starry sky had dimmed behind the veil of space debris, and even the comical sensation of needing to use the restroom inside the Mobile Suit had vanished. Now, only the sense of helplessness born from floating in the void remained.

Li Zhong was also boiling with rage, his killing intent surging in waves. When he entered the room, he had indeed used his spiritual sense to check for traps, but he had not probed beneath the ground. Although spiritual sense is formless and immaterial, penetrating the earth required significant effort.

With these two drawbacks, the Bodhisattva rarely paid attention to her incarnations. Even if she gained some insight, she dared not get involved. Yet, in this life, she never expected her incarnation to become linked with the God of Cookery. A quick calculation revealed a red thread of fate connecting them, which only deepened her displeasure.

The He family seemed subconsciously inclined to refute, but he opened his mouth, thought of something, and fell silent.

Song Zheng hurriedly invited the man in but didn’t lead him to the living room. Instead, he circled Zhang Hanyu several times in the entryway. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: handsome, heroic, a natural material for a soldier.

"Then I should train well. If I return empty-handed, I won't have much to answer for." Yang Chen was clever; gripping his battle-axe, he flashed toward the Beast Demon Realm.

Such a scene made Yu Huan furious to the point of madness, and the giant sword transformed from Xuan Yuan Wuji emitted a deafening clang.

"You... what are you doing?" Su Xiaoqing opened her eyes wide in surprise, reaching out to steady Ye Wei.

Fan Ren looked at Liu Yu, then at Xie Miao. An extremely ominous feeling welled up in his heart.

"Don't call me 'Two Meow', you brat!" After crushing everyone else, Feng Er-miao did not stop her onslaught.

First, it was a way to persuade this absolute third party; second, it was a perfect opportunity to curry favor with Xian Jiujiu.

"Forget it! Enough with your god-pretending ghost tricks!" Fatty Hong shouted at Fourth Master Jin.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world. She could not change it, forced to watch as they drifted in the opposite direction from her own path.

Gong Yi’s tone shifted from stern to sorrowful. Luo Huixue felt that he had truly aged. She had never noticed it before; her father, who had always been so decisive and swift, now made her feel this way.

"Slap!" A crisp sound echoed, sounding exceptionally loud in the spacious ward.

Having secured so many benefits, Simon was not foolish enough to deliberately stir up trouble just to assert the presence of the Westeros system in Washington.

The extraction function allowed one to extract the abilities, memories, or bloodlines that a guest wished to trade.

When he stepped out of the Jinlu Garden gates, the sky was already pitch black. The park had been bright as day, and Mu Changfeng hadn't even realized how late it had become.

Boozer was directly ejected from the game! With Noah also in foul trouble, the Bulls had to bring on 39-year-old veteran Kurt Thomas. The veteran did not disappoint, fulfilling his task perfectly and helping the Bulls maintain their lead.

Entering the living room and dropping his suitcase, Simon immediately noticed the blinking message light on the telephone.

Liu Ziling could not be certain if Liao Yazhi suffered from Stockholm Syndrome, but she was certain that Liao Yazhi was extremely dependent on Old Li.

Although he might have to settle for less on his commercial contracts with Huang Yu for at least two seasons, Huang Yu had helped him make quite a bit by playing the stock market! Besides, he had already withdrawn his principal; he was currently trading purely with profit! He wouldn't feel the sting of a loss for long.