Chapter 159: The Counter-Controlled Fishy Consort

The night was deep, and the bright moon hid behind the clouds.

Eight-treasure glazed palace lanterns hung high, casting a warm amber glow that illuminated the entire palace as if it were day.

Inside the bedroom, candlelight flickered and the gilded mythical beast incense burner exhaled blue smoke; Chen Mo was bound hand and foot, curled up on the bed, his expression a mix of bewilderment and a trace of terror.

"Your Ladyship, what is this..."

Yu Youhan stood with her arms crossed over her chest, holding a black leather whip in her hand, her cyan eyes coldly watching Chen Mo.

This sentence seemed to exhaust all of Ji Shuirou's strength; her body swayed a few times, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Watching them get into the car and drive away, I rubbed my shoulders. I was truly a bit tired today. I hadn't slept well last night, and I hadn't rested all day today.

Her brows furrowed slightly, then she was overjoyed. With almost no hesitation, Beitang Qingyue immediately snatched up this Heaven Yin Pill.

On this battlefield, countless members of the demon race were all shrouded in a dense, inseparable sense of disgust; for a moment, the sounds of fighting and slaughter ceased, and it seemed as if everyone had stopped fighting.

Although she sometimes felt very puzzled and strange, as long as Su Chen coaxed her or diverted her attention, she would immediately forget about it.

Master Bao nodded at us, then shouldered his large backpack and swaggered toward that courtyard. However, to reach that courtyard from this corridor, one had to pass in front of a house. Wu Guang’s room was right there.

When Master Bao said this, I rolled my eyes at him. But he truly lived up to his word, and a few months later, he made me completely believe what he had said.

Her fiancé, the person she had always thought would accompany her for a lifetime before she turned eighteen, had appeared before her so abruptly.

The next day was Saturday, and many classmates went to see Ye Cheng together. Ye Cheng was originally the most popular boy in our class and had a good personality; by the time we gathered at the hospital gate, there were already over twenty classmates.

Bai Xiang heard this and thought to herself, isn't that just what birds do—chirp and chatter? Besides, this statement was too fake.

Of course, what Dong Zhao did not know was that Lu Bu had not told him one crucial point. That was that Lu Bu knew everything about the enemy's internal situation, yet the enemy knew nothing about the Han army; how could they not be defeated?

And who was the Humbert seduced by the Lolita? Where were they hiding? How many "deer" had they lured, and had they begun to discover new "deer"?

The imperial edict was naturally issued to Liang Yi, but Lu Shu and Li Zhe were both present; the three of them were gathered together discussing how to face the future, and they were somewhat surprised to see the imperial edict arrive.

Lu Bu was draped in a magnificent brocade robe and wore a purple jade crown on his head; he already possessed an aura that commanded respect without anger! Although his words were not harsh, they carried a majesty that allowed for no questioning.

The words Z had once spoken surfaced clearly in Qi Qi's mind; she had to be vigilant against Hei Feng. At the very least, she knew that since he had specifically asked her out to meet this time, the sea would no longer be calm.

They had a total of twenty slogans for verifying identities, connected head-to-tail, meaning that no matter which one was spoken, there was always a next one that could follow, which was very convenient. Of course, the secret code would be changed every so often to prevent a fatal blow if someone were discovered and interrogated for the code.

The room was terrifyingly quiet for a moment; I felt as if the footsteps of the Grim Reaper were drawing closer. Remembering the iron chain in the hands of the underworld messengers, I completely lost the courage to face them. I sat on the floor, my whole body stiff, staring fixedly at the doorway.

I looked at this insane murderer and reminded him, "So, the evil spirit you mentioned is him?" But strangely, I did not sense the aura of an evil spirit.

Song Mingyi and Song Zhiyong stared at each other silently for three seconds. Finally, Song Mingyi pursed his lips, suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Song Zhiyong again.