Chapter 133: The Ghost Train (Part I)

I had just pulled Little Purple into my arms again when the phone rang once more. At the same time, Young Master Huang was knocking outside the door, and Boss Lü’s phone kept ringing—it was like a drum battle, shattering my good mood instantly. Seizing the chance, Little Purple slipped away from me, her face flushed with embarrassment as she hurried out of the room.

What a mess!

I impatiently answered the call, asking what was going on—was it because the payment hadn’t been completed?

Boss Lü was nearly losing his mind...

Liu Dong had thoroughly investigated the vast main and collateral branches of the Chu family, as well as their close associates, and had even mapped out some of the intricate relationship networks.

The palace had changed considerably; many parts had new tiles and fresh paint. This was mainly because when Li Tan and I died, the fire was so fierce that the people feared it was the work of rebels, causing rumors of a palace coup.

If, after all this time, Meijiao and the others truly found that spiritual spring, yet Mingfei and I couldn’t find our way back, what would we do?

With such a coach and such players, they deserved a lesson. They were strong, but Chang Yi, as my coach, was no weaker.

Mother Kong’s angry shout made Kong Yixian cringe inwardly; she reluctantly extended her hand and peeled off the bandage to reveal three large, swollen blisters.

As for medical expenses, it was the last bit of benefit she could claim, so naturally, she didn’t want to miss out.

Yet I did not know that Bai Jinghong was not as happy as he appeared. Many things he quietly harbored in his heart, he never intended to share with me. He simply treated me as a fool, hoping I would always remain one.

“Then do you want to subdue him, to make him completely yours?” Zhao Qiangwei’s eyes gleamed.

Qiaoyue had just been downstairs but was quite frightened. She kept glancing at the nearby bugs, feeling unsafe.

Moreover, this kind of thing was too precious. Even if they had slain such a sea demon, they wouldn’t use it for alchemy—it would be far too wasteful.

Seeing their fearful expressions, which were less intense even when facing the wrathful dragon spirit, Ye Yaoguang grew increasingly puzzled. They treated the dragon spirit as a formidable enemy, yet in front of this statue, they were uneasy but showed no intention of resisting—simply unable to muster the will to fight.

The result was promising. Although Xianyu Hai wasn’t born with the Heavenly Spirit Root, he did possess dual Wood and Fire Spirit Roots. Such a combination not only accelerated cultivation but also offered advantages in forging and alchemy.

She rolled up her sleeves and went over to light the fire for cooking. Sitting there dazed, she caught the smell of something burning. Rising, she lifted the lid to find Xiao Yichu lying inside the pot, cooked with a slight char.

As she finished speaking, Han Nuo placed the laptop from the table into a porcelain jar. In the next moment, the computer disappeared, and the eldest brother of the Li family held it in his hand.

Yun Feili grasped her shoulders silently, offering unspoken comfort and companionship.

“I just think my taste is unique. It has nothing to do with you.” She found herself increasingly enjoying bantering with this man. Though she often lost, it was endlessly entertaining.

At that moment, its appearance bore no resemblance to the good image it once had. The helmet was gone, burn marks were visible on the left side of its face, and the armor was severely damaged. The damage caused by the labyrinth spell had been far greater than Xiya had imagined.

Before, he was a wolf, and since he was small, even if noticed, no one dared to deliberately jump onto the table to study him. Now, he could openly be examined.

Originally, it was just about saving face, but when he was only a few centimeters away from her, her heart pounded wildly.

Han Nuo was usually carefree and figured the trash bin wouldn’t affect his home, so he carried the milk back to the bedroom and continued typing.

Suddenly, the Profound Yellow Mother Qi Cauldron was lifted from afar as if grasped by an invisible giant hand, thundering down before him. With a flick of Jin Ye’s sleeve, the lid of the great cauldron flew off immediately.