Chapter 852: One Hundred and Ninety-Nine: A Qing Talks Heart to Heart

One Hundred and Ninety-Nine: A Qing Talks Heart to Heart

The sky outside the window had not yet dawned.

Inside the room, only a single oil lamp burned.

After hearing A Qing’s words, Ouyang Rong smiled and said:

“A Qing isn’t lazy at all.”

He pointed toward the wardrobe, as if to say… if you were lazy, A Qing, you wouldn’t have washed and hung out all your elder brother’s clothes the moment you got home.

A Qing had high insight and understood his meaning instantly.

She turned her gaze away, her tone earnest.

The sky outside the window had not yet dawned.

Inside the room, only a single oil lamp burned.

After hearing A Qing’s words, Ouyang Rong smiled and said:

“A Qing isn’t lazy at all.”

He pointed toward the wardrobe, as if to say… if you were lazy, A Qing, you wouldn’t have washed and hung out all your elder brother’s clothes the moment you got home.

A Qing had high insight and understood his meaning instantly.

She turned her gaze away, her tone earnest.

Lin Xinru, unable to get the praise she wanted from Song Zheng, lowered her head and sought emotional comfort from Song Ning, who sat between them.

Tan Ruiqi, seeing this, no longer cared about the bet—whether he won or Fang Tianya won, it didn’t matter; he could simply offer Fang Tianya more compensation, as long as she agreed to hold the Red Dragon. Thinking this, he flipped his own cards: an Ace of Spades and a King of Spades.

They didn’t care whether their logic was sound—earning 3,000 points over half a year was surely different in difficulty from earning 600 points in three weeks. Who could guarantee that the Tian Gong Society’s rate of point gain would continue indefinitely?

On the other side, Wang Jinghua returned to her office, still furious, and hurled her phone across the room—it shattered into pieces instantly.

Cold eyes, no communication at all; these people had come only to kill. It was simple: killing was their reason for existing.

With such a reward system, the five flag lords need only follow procedure, provided the various council members’ statistics on Pingyang State’s household records are accurate.

Cao Baoping nodded repeatedly upon hearing this; finally, his heart settled. Though he had been in the industry a long time and produced many works, few had real influence, especially on the big screen.

Zu Honglin finally calmed down, waved his hand, and called his son over. Zu Huabin glared at Su Jin, then walked over.

Seeing Han Fei’s condition improve, Feng Ni sighed in relief and bowed to both of them. Regardless, Han Fei had been injured helping him, and more importantly, he was the only opponent and friend Han Fei had ever acknowledged in this world—if he died, it would profoundly affect Feng Ni’s inner state.

Could ghosts truly exist? Lin Feng didn’t believe in ghosts—at least not in his heart—but how could he explain this bizarre scene? Most crucially, where had the vanished people gone? And how had the iron hooks been removed?

After Cold Blood spoke these words, I saw the expression on Ling Tian’s face beside him darken.

Indeed, they were beast folk. Tong Tian finally understood why—they were fundamentally different from the elf race. Elves revered etiquette; even if he were merely a player, possessing something like the Elf Spring or the Elf Tree made him nobility of the elf race.

Shen Linfeng noticed nothing; he wasn’t a detail-oriented man. He held my body tightly, began kissing me. I furrowed my brow, tilted my chin up, bit my lip, and let out a few soft moans—this overwhelmed Shen Linfeng. He held on for a moment longer, then took several heavy breaths and collapsed motionless atop me.

Chen Xiaoran said nothing, only reached out, gripped the door handle, turned it, and pushed. The door emitted a faint creak and slowly opened.

A flicker of anger passed through Wei Wu’s eyes, then vanished, for Fulin had stopped painting and walked over.

Upon hearing this system prompt, Tong Tian exhaled in relief. As he stared at the slowly opening underground chasm, preparing to leap down, he seemed to remember something and turned back to look at Tang Song Yuan Ming Qing.

“Yes, my lord!” Li Jingqing and the others bowed in response; their minds were still replaying the power of that single punch, their faces filled with awe.