Chapter 38: Xu Ye

After work, Gu Sheng stood in the wind, originally intending to head home.

It was a home for now, at least; since it was where she was staying for the time being, it wouldn't do to call it a hostel or a hotel.

If He Wenzhou heard that, he might scold her for belittling his fine property and demand some sort of compensation for emotional distress.

Ultimately, she figured she was idle anyway, and just as a bus arrived, she calculated the time and decided to head to the nearest West City Gate.

...

Jin Yuanzi’s previously smiling face sank instantly. With a cold snort, he turned and walked away, while Chen Tian, after casting a glance at the rat-faced man, followed suit.

"As I thought." Chen Tian looked at the dense cluster of red dots on his wall-hack overlay, his expression incredibly bitter.

Mo Yu, who had been about to open the window, seemed to have second thoughts; he withdrew his hand, plastered a smile on his face, and sidled up to Yan Qingcheng.

"You ran through several streets just to buy this coffee, so saying thank you is the least I can do," Mo Qianwei said indifferently.

Wenren Qianjue immediately grabbed her clothes and went to the side to change. She had been worn out enough last night, and the mere thought of it now made her heart race and her face flush; she certainly didn't want a repeat performance this morning.

After Zhang Zhenyu delivered the news, the voice call was hung up immediately. It took twenty minutes before another request came through.

Watching Shangguan Haoyan walk away, Yan Qingcheng frowned. What was he up to? Had he lost his mind? What kind of game was he trying to play with her now? What did he want to get out of her this time?

Mad Dog laughed for a while before lowering his head and falling silent, appearing as though he had drifted off to sleep. A large amount of blood flowed from beneath him, soaking entirely into the cushion of the grand armchair. The cushion was stained a dark, ominous red, shimmering with a bizarre light as if beckoning others to come and sit upon it.

This was a type of recreational equipment worn on the hands and feet, featuring suction-cup-like soles that allowed a person to climb smooth walls. Many large amusement parks in the United States featured this kind of attraction.

The vine that sprang from the ground was thick and powerful, its underside covered in dense, fibrous roots. As it shot up, it stirred the yellow sand hidden beneath it, sending it swirling into the air and blinding both of us.

Damn it, I really am afraid of what I expect to happen. Watching that ghost money drift slowly toward me, I immediately dodged and ran into the convenience store, doing my best to put distance between myself and the note.

The watermelon was as smooth as silk, almost like milk. It was cool and refreshing upon the palate, nourishing to the lungs—it was simply beyond words, absolutely delicious.

"Your Majesty, it would be best if we just kept Lord Zhao and the Duke of England here for now, and kept the others out of sight," Han Kuang suggested after seeing that both the Chongzhen Emperor and Zhao Nanxing had agreed with his opinion.

As for the price, the Australians weren't exactly in the business of gouging customers, but the problem was... the cost of living in Australia was already quite high to begin with.

Even though I knew he wouldn't answer me and wouldn't show the slightest reaction, I still asked.

It had been decided that the siblings, Xiao Boxuan and Xiao Baihe, would sit in the back, but after arriving at the movie theater, Xiao Boxuan suddenly changed his mind.

Regarding the matter of smuggling, since Zhang Xiao had just taken office and was unfamiliar with the situation, he bore no responsibility for it.

Perhaps he was merely trying to seek justice for Wen Ya; this time, he had harmed A-Kai. Looking at his aggressive demeanor toward Chu Chen through the binoculars, it seemed that for the sake of Wen Ya, he was even willing to abandon his own brother.

Jiao Fei took a shortcut, wandering aimlessly. Not far ahead was a narrow, walled corridor with high courtyard walls on both sides, looking rather gloomy. However, Jiao Fei knew that this was the stronghold of the Tianhe Sword Sect, the very place where the Sect Leader resided, so there would be no ghosts or mischief here. He strode forward without further concern.