Chapter Sixty-Five: The Rugged Eight Gullies

The chubby man, clueless about what was happening, could only slam his foot on the gas and speed away. Glancing back, he saw a dozen burly men wielding knives and clubs, chasing after them with wild determination. After a long pursuit, those men were so exhausted they clutched their chests, panting like dogs, and finally gave up. Xumi Le patted his own chest, still shaken, and exclaimed, "Good heavens, I nearly got hacked to death." I asked if he’d lost at Pai Gow again and refused to pay. Xumi Le inhaled deeply...

Puzzled, Wang Hao led TK back up the hillside, and when they reached the top, both men stood silent, unable to find words. He had no doubt that if he really mailed it, the recipient wouldn’t refuse. Yet, if he actually sent it, he himself couldn’t accept it; he definitely couldn’t draw this card.

Because of this, Lan wept time and again on set, her tears flowing, yet still unable to reach the depth of emotion and longing Yang Fan had hoped for.

“Major Longhui, aren’t you curious why I take such care of the Blaze Squad?” Parma asked unhurriedly.

In truth, Director Li and Sister Hong were husband and wife, but few at the company knew—only a handful of superiors were aware, and none of the staff had any inkling.

Upon hearing Kazami Yumeng’s words, Fran felt she was being slandered and immediately retorted without thinking.

“Uh…” Bai Lingfeng was momentarily stunned; her serene, delicate face showed a hint of helpless amusement as she replied with a touch of annoyance, “Your Highness, you’re overthinking it.”

No one had seen the target; whatever the score, it was all determined by Coach Yang. He was bound to suspect favoritism.

Li Mingyue, after all, came from an ancient martial family; she naturally knew more than Lin Feiyu and Luo Tian.

“I think I just saw Wan’er take her household registration book…” Chi Yan added casually.

She tried her best to avoid looking into Hua Ruyu’s eyes, so as not to be influenced by him.

“Yue’e, are you alright?” Yang Feng called out directly to Sister Yue’e, causing Zhou Yue’e to blush.

Inside this bizarre, mysterious array, all spells and powers were rendered useless. Alone, trapped, with no sense of time nor its passing, one could truly go mad. Even immortals and gods could not bear it.

That moment, when she pushed open the rooftop door and saw his back, it made her nose sting instantly.

On the grotesque outer surface, Su Yang tried to find a breakthrough, but couldn’t imagine what form such an opening might take. There was something uncanny about its existence, yet he could only face it with his characteristic mindset. It wasn’t simply a matter of explanation.

Unable to rush to their side in the first moment, separated by the network, their worry was palpable.

Someone shouted, and the whole restaurant erupted into chaos. Cries filled the air as people scattered, running around like headless chickens.

Shen Ruge listened to Qin Qianying and Xing Mingying’s conversation, her face awkward yet her heart delighted. This man finally cared about what she wore, not wanting her to reveal too much in front of other men—a significant step forward.

His arm bore a deep ring of teeth marks, blood gushing steadily, soaking a large patch of his shirt.

Then, as twenty-odd corpses appeared before Donghuang Taiyi, hundreds of zombies simultaneously materialized behind him.

I understood what he meant and what he felt, but some things must be faced; avoidance cannot solve or improve matters, and only makes oneself suffer, dampening enthusiasm.

The greatest strength of the game development miracle was its ability to transform Lin Yan’s thoughts into authentic, tangible game content.

Zou Bufan clearly saw what was swallowed by the muddy pit and spat out again; his expression grew solemn, and he began to ponder deeply.