Chapter 115: She Cannot Escape, Even With Wings

The dinner ended, and just as Qi Hao stepped out of the restaurant, a flash of light blinded him.

A reporter?

He squinted and realized it was two girls, awkwardly holding up their phones.

We forgot to turn off the flash…

Since phone photography became popular, this had become a common awkward moment for many.

“Qi Hao, we love you!”

The two girls froze, then turned and tried to run.

“Stop!”

In the dreamspace, the seal could be broken by nightmare energy, but now back in reality, Tang Hao felt like a mouse trying to grab a turtle—nowhere to begin.

Tong Ran, reacting instinctively, pulled her hand back hard; the man gripped it tightly, and in the struggle, her finger—already on the trigger—twitched.

The ensuing battle became a stalemate, as Qin Lang hesitated, wary of Murong Fei’s black mist.

Although Xiao Ke’s earlier words had sounded arrogant, it now seemed he hadn’t lied.

Under Ani and Leina’s influence, the titans’ habits gradually grew more human-like; though they didn’t need food or water, when the new titans discovered eating and drinking offered pleasant sensations, a routine of two to three meals a day slowly formed.

“Wretch, I’ll rid the martial world of you! I’ll kill you!” Jing Chen could no longer hold back; forgetting her sister’s status as sect leader and Emei’s dignity, she screamed and charged at me.

He had never met such a shameless person—he had no grudge against her, yet she had betrayed him again and again.

There was no need to wash for long, but Mo Nanjue kept his head down, relentlessly lathering foam onto Nan Nan’s skin, his expression more focused than ever, as if this were a matter of utmost importance.

Squeak~ squeak~~ A sound like a wounded rat’s shriek rose up; Luo Tian looked down and saw two sea creatures, resembling frogs with tails not yet fully shed, smoking and sizzling where they’d been struck.

The strongest evidence in the newspaper was that all the dead lawmakers shared one striking trait: they all opposed arming the military with steel armor and opposed full-scale war against the Kebin.

Mo Yitian’s voice was low and gentle; to Lin Xiaomo, that gentleness felt as distant as a century.

A-Yi, do you think a notorious, evil villain and a virtuous, kind, gentle gentleman can have a future together?

As these thoughts piled up, I became even more certain of my earlier idea. But did this map mean these blood monsters came from that place? And then a far more terrifying truth suddenly surfaced in my mind, sending a chill down my spine.

I should’ve ridden a bike—this was the nth time An Ze Yi had to trudge home, carrying everything in his hands.

In his previous life, An Ze Yi’s grandfather had shipped all the family’s antiques and treasures in crates to a Swiss bank before the War of Resistance, then moved to Hong Kong after the war to live with his Italian grandmother, and after reform and opening, the whole family relocated to Suzhou.

Also, no one knew what agreement Su Fang had reached with Yao Ma, but Yao Ma soon appeared, carrying a large bundle containing three dresses and matching headpieces and jewelry.

He remembered how, when he tried to refuse or when the man stared at him, those eyes sent shivers through him—every nerve screamed: get away, get away, get away.

“Ignore them. You and the princess are still young—you’ll have other chances,” Gu Qingyun didn’t know how to comfort her; he couldn’t help with childbirth and had no secret remedies.

Before he could think further, he heard Shi Weiwei gasp sharply beside him; she gripped her phone, her face deathly pale.