Chapter 23: Captured
The two of them had just stepped out of the car when a pair of headlights swept across them.
The blinding glare forced Gu Fangyu to instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes. By the time she regained her senses, the car—a symbol of the man’s status—had already pulled up right in front of her.
Gu Hanchen stepped out of the vehicle, draped in a black trench coat. His silhouette, framed against the harsh light, drew closer to her with every measured step. Gu Fangyu’s face turned deathly pale, a sense of being...
The zombie that had just pushed the door open caught a glimpse of Liu Tianlin’s heroic backside as he leaped out the window. Its mouth hung agape, and it slowly retracted the hand it had reached out.
At midday, Zhao Jing said his goodbyes to Old Man Peng. The old man, completely immersed in the art of drawing talismans, did not even lift his eyelids. Zhao Jing admired this fanatic level of focus from the bottom of his heart.
"I just remembered, I still have one exorcism talisman left," Zhao Jing said calmly, pouring himself another glass of water and sitting back down.
Zhan Yao sighed inwardly, wondering if Jin Haoyong had a death wish, daring to speak to the young master with such arrogance.
Fortunately, Third Brother had kept a low profile while they were beneath the Cheng family estate; otherwise, he likely would have been recognized the moment he spoke his first word.
Because Hai Lan felt that trying to educate Luffy while wearing a Marine uniform would only yield the opposite result, the three of them were currently posing as adventurers in civilian clothes. Otherwise, the mountain bandits would have been scared off long ago at the sight of their military uniforms.
Once Quim realized it was Dichi’s voice, he finally let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, wiping away cold sweat. It was only then that Quim noticed Dichi was leading a sheep with one hand while holding a lantern, his other hand encased in an iron gauntlet. Quim realized then that the icy, cold hand he had felt on his shoulder earlier was just this contraption at work.
Right then, behind Xia Chuxue, Nangong Mian, expressionless, gripped a heavy broadsword and slashed toward the Volcanic Stone King.
He pressed the palm of the hand resting on his waist against his own chest, kneading it as if to distract himself from the seal, before suddenly pressing his lips to hers, then moving to her earlobe, neck, and shoulder—a flurry of intimate gestures.
Hearing Luo Te say this, Reid’s face fell instantly, assuming the bishop was blaming him for the failure of the previous mission and had stripped him of his position.
Min Sheng looked at Si Chunchun’s face; it was flushed bright red. If this continued, she would likely burn herself into a feverish delirium.
Listening to the implication in her words, Lin Yuxin couldn't help but sigh. She thought to herself that this must be the reason why Li Rujun was so confident in her victory.
By now, the sky outside was pitch black, and it looked quite late, so I prepared to leave the office.
Jing Yu nodded and walked out without a word, though she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
After hearing what Liu Taoshu said, Li Qi felt that the pieces were indeed starting to fit together. Could it be that they hadn't mistaken him for someone else, and that the original owner of this body really was the Prince of Ding, the son of the Chongzhen Emperor?
If he refused, the morale of the rebel army would surely suffer a crushing blow, and in any future confrontation with Guo Yunlong, they would be defeated before the fighting even began.
She glanced at Yu Shan and saw a trace of worry in his eyes. She didn't like his tendency to obsess over every little detail; it struck her as petty rather than broad-minded.
"Then I must trouble you, Mr. An, to take me there and let me see the layout of the space; only then can I make my decision," Fujino said, enunciating every word clearly.
At the same time, it made Li Qi realize his own naivety. To pin one’s life, one’s fortune, and indeed the entire world on someone like the Hongguang Emperor—what was that if not naive?
Looking at the person in front of him who was asking questions with a puzzled look, Wang Yinuo felt uneasy, even a little awkward.
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