Chapter 818: One Hundred and Sixty-Four: Playing for Real, Aqing Returns Home

One Hundred and Sixty-Four: Playing for Real, Aqing Returns Home

Ouyang Rong met Chen Damazi when he returned to the kitchen after delivering the evening vegetarian meal the next night.

At midnight, Chen Damazi waited silently in the shadow outside the kitchen.

“Miss has instructed me—the warehouse ship departs tomorrow. Brother Aliang, pack your things and settle matters here at the kitchen… Tomorrow evening, after you rise, don’t come to the kitchen anymore; go straight to the warehouse, join me—”

Ouyang Rong met Chen Damazi when he returned to the kitchen after delivering the evening vegetarian meal the next night.

At midnight, Chen Damazi waited silently in the shadow outside the kitchen.

“Miss has instructed me—the warehouse ship departs tomorrow. Brother Aliang, pack your things and settle matters here at the kitchen… Tomorrow evening, after you rise, don’t come to the kitchen anymore; go straight to the warehouse, join me on board—”

“It’s not impossible,” Nan Lingye said coolly, his icy gaze as frigid as a frozen vault.

Gu Yan was in low spirits all night; already quiet by nature, he grew even more silent under Dong Ge’s loquaciousness.

“No wonder those two snakes didn’t attack me—they crawled straight into my bedding. That guy, Nangong Yue, is really stupid, haha.” Liu Shuang felt relieved—it was only a false alarm, and he’d managed to drive Nangong Yue away.

Black shadows spread beneath Wang Ji’s feet, swiftly forming a pool of black swamp, then wildly extending in all directions; within mere breaths, it had engulfed all the sailors.

“Why did you come here? Don’t you have Awakening Schools back home?” Jiang Xiao glanced at Yilena beside him; from the side, her features looked more sculpted—high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, like a statue.

When Lu Dongshen’s gaze fell upon her, she instantly saw the bloodthirsty terror in it; a chill crawled up her spine, her heart pounded violently—this man was not to be trifled with.

Zhou Mengyuan swept his sleeve, gathered his courage, and walked inside with the princess beside him and the girls surrounding him.

That night, I had stomach cramps and got up several times; even my maid grew impatient. I was six, already sensible, and shy—I wouldn’t let her accompany me, so I went alone to the back courtyard latrine.

Five thousand yuan? That’s way too cheap! But I couldn’t bear to spend my remaining money; yet without investment, I couldn’t do livestreaming—my dual-SIM iPhone was absolutely incapable of livestreaming. To earn money, you must invest; this simple truth I understood—my electric tricycle at home was an investment.

The tone’s all wrong—it should’ve been a sad love song. Why did everyone laugh? Whatever. I just finished the boss’s task; no need to argue with the listeners.

Her future might see her grow to the Yuan Body Realm—or even the Yuan Domain Realm. Such a person must be crushed in the cradle.

“Fine, but your subordinates won’t listen—they only obey after I scare them,” Mu Ziyan muttered.

In power, Clear Moonlight is a Genus-Xuan spiritual technique; Thunderclap Strike is Genus-Huang. Clear Moonlight is superior. But Xiong Meng charged his strike, while Ling Yuexiu acted hastily—this compensated for the gap in technique power, allowing them to hold their ground.

“Shut up! What are you, anyway? Do I need to explain myself to you, Your Highness?” Mo Yuan could bear it no longer—he roared, fists clenched so tight his tendons bulged.

Up above, Chu Mingyu took Shen Youyou’s hand; seeing the carriage parked not far ahead, he walked over.

The two freed early escaped prison—like divine beasts unleashed, no one could restrain their steps again.

Once the poison in his body is cured, he will immediately deal with Mo Yuan and those disloyal court ministers, then purge the entire imperial court.

Still, I can’t help asking—if she loves Zhong Jia Mu so much, even willing to kill and burn for him, why does she still play around with other men? I just don’t understand.

And that pair of hands—cold in temperature yet burning with heat—gently traced her symmetrical features and flawless skin.

Perhaps the medicine had taken effect; Xi Changchang slept for an unknown length of time. When she woke groggily, she heard footsteps outside the door.