Volume 1, Chapter 63: The Veteran Driver's Intuition

Chen Ping, who had been wailing and making a scene, instantly perked up upon hearing those words.

"She gave my bag to your mother—if that isn't turning against her own family to help outsiders, what is?" Chen Ping said, glaring fiercely at Mother Gu standing behind.

Peeves loved terrifying night-wandering students in this manner, then chasing them all the way as they panicked and fled back to their dormitories, occasionally teasing them by tugging at their robes or pulling their hair. But this time his plan misfired, because with a flick of Wade's wand, a row of golden characters materialized before them, displaying the exact time.

In truth, if one were free from the worldly hubbub and turmoil, living quietly within this deep pit could also be considered a form of enjoyment.

He lowered his gaze to see Lu Huaijin with his lips tightly pressed together, his expression resolute, every cut he made executed with utmost seriousness.

The chosen wife for Master Fu was bound to be a wealthy, high-society young lady—beautiful, elegant, and vain enough to adorn herself properly, the kind who would never cause the Fu family to lose face when brought out into public.

At that moment, time seemed to stretch endlessly. Su Qing held her breath, listening to the piercing ringtone echo over and over again, her heart instantly leaping into her throat.

Yet, when the two of them dressed in the exact same outfit, Lu Beichen felt instead that they did not look all that similar after all.

A cold smile crossed her mind, and she snatched up her bag and walked away directly. Whether intentionally or not, as she passed He Lingling, their shoulders bumped against each other.

The other person walked up and greeted Zhou Suisui as Sister-in-law. She didn't recognize him at first, but after a moment of thought, she remembered he was a friend of Huo Yusen's whom she had met before and even shared a meal with, a man named Gu Yao.

Whether it is "this love crosses mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled," or "love rises with the wind, yet when the wind stops the yearning lingers, and regret remains regret after all," who can really say?

In reality, Ji Luosheng had indeed been transported to a certain island located in Indonesia. From the moment she was knocked unconscious and injected with drugs until she arrived on the island, she had remained in a state of deep sleep.

As for everything inside this cave now, it was completely devoid of any clues, leaving only an empty expanse as Yue Shangli walked out first.

Following that, throughout the entire ghost city region, centered around the locations of the nine cauldrons, nine black vortexes appeared. The vortexes were completely filled with souls, and various cries of agony rose and fell in succession.

Consequently, upon the surface of the lake, only the bubbles mentioned by Ye Mu trembled slightly against the water, leaving behind just a few ripples.

After all, Zhu Kun had long harbored the ambition to become emperor, but had simply not been fully prepared yet; otherwise, he would not have kept himself concealed for so long.

Thinking to this point, Ye Mu decided to first go and see what the place of the Purple Linlang truly looked like, and followed them inside.

Long Yinxing actually let out a burp. The receptionist cleared away table after table of empty plates, genuinely regretting that she hadn't led the two of them to a larger table nearby from the very beginning.

Even if they wanted to catch the Phantom Alliance off guard, it was impossible to launch such a rash and sudden annihilation; there had to be something wrong with this.

Tianyin and Tianyun tossed their respective suitcases upward. The two luggage bags, packed full of belongings, were thrown high into the air, yet landed softly upon the clouds.

Under normal circumstances, the White Lotus Sword Sect would not strike the bell unless something of great importance occurred. Once the bell rang, it meant a major event was unfolding.

If obtaining a certain object meant losing the person by his side, Mo Fan would never, under any circumstances, agree to it. Accompanying each other through every step of the journey, sharing playful banter along the way, Mo Fan and Old Li were both mentor-disciple and companions relying on each other; he had long grown accustomed to days with Old Li by his side.

Zhou Botong smiled and said, "You really are good to him, thinking of him in everything you do." He nodded in agreement, turned around, and prepared to head to the dining hall to look for Guo Jing. However, having played around all day, the pouch at his waist had loosened, and the items inside fell out.

The martial arts techniques unleashed by the six martial artists all landed squarely on Long Hao, whose clothing was utterly incapable of withstanding the combined attack of the six.