Chapter 159: Counter-Controlled by a Small Fry

The night was deep, the bright moon hidden behind clouds.

Eight-Treasure Glazed Palace Lanterns hung high, their amber warm light spreading outward, illuminating the entire palace as bright as day.

Inside the bedchamber, candlelight flickered; a gilded lion-shaped incense burner exhaled pale smoke. Chen Mo was bound hand and foot, curled up on the bed, his gaze dazed with a trace of terror.

"My lady, you are…"

Yu Youhan crossed her arms over her chest, a black leather whip dangling from one hand, her jade-green eyes fixed coldly on Chen Mo.

That single sentence seemed to have drained all of Ji Shuirou's strength; her body swayed several times and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

Watching them get into the car and drive off, I rubbed my shoulders. Today I really was a bit tired. I hadn't slept well last night, and I hadn't rested at all today either.

Her brows knit slightly, then she was overjoyed. Without the slightest hesitation, Beitang Qingyue immediately snatched up this Sky Yin Pill.

On this battlefield, countless demon-race warriors were all enveloped by a dense, inseparable loathing. For a moment, the sounds of combat and slaughter ceased, as if everyone had stopped fighting.

Although sometimes she also felt confused and strange, once Su Chen coaxed her a little, or diverted her attention, she would forget it all in an instant.

Bao Ye nodded toward us, then with his big backpack on, swaggered off toward that courtyard. But to get there from this corridor, you had to pass in front of a house. Wu Guang's room was right there.

When Bao Ye said that line, I rolled my eyes at him. But he really did live up to it—within a few months he had completely convinced me of what he'd said.

Her fiancé, the man she had believed until she was eighteen would be her companion for life, had suddenly appeared before her like this.

The next day, which happened to be a Saturday, a great many classmates went together to see Ye Cheng. Ye Cheng had always been the heartthrob of our class, and he was popular with everyone. By the time we gathered at the hospital gate, there were already more than twenty classmates.

Hearing those words, Bai Xiang thought, aren't birds just chirping and chattering anyway? And that line was far too fake.

Of course, what Dong Zhao did not know was that Lü Bu had not yet told him one crucial point. Namely, that within the enemy army Lü Bu knew everything, yet the enemy army knew nothing at all about the Han forces—how could they possibly fail to lose?

And who, then, is the Humbert seduced by Lolita? Where exactly are they hiding? How many "does" have they seduced, and have new "does" been discovered by them?

The imperial edict was naturally issued to Liang Yi, but Lu Shu and Li Zhe were both present; the three of them had gathered to discuss how to face what came next, and were somewhat surprised when the edict arrived.

Lü Bu wore a resplendent brocade robe, a purple jade crown on his head, and already carried an air of authority that did not require anger to inspire awe. Though his words were not harsh, they carried an unquestionable dignity.

The words Z had once spoken surfaced clearly in Qi Qi's mind; she could not help but raise her guard against Black Wind. At the very least, since he had deliberately arranged to meet her this time, she knew the sea would no longer be calm.

The verbal pass-codes they used to verify identity totaled twenty lines, each one linking to the next. The meaning was that no matter which line you spoke, there was always a convenient follow-up line to continue with. Of course, the code was changed at regular intervals to prevent anyone from being captured and forced to reveal it, which would be a fatal blow to them.

The room fell terrifyingly silent. I felt as if the footsteps of the god of death were drawing closer and closer. Recalling the iron chain in the hands of the underworld messenger, I completely lost the courage to face them. I sat rigidly on the floor, staring fixedly at the door.

I looked at this frenzied killer and reminded him: "So, the evil ghost you're talking about is him?" But strangely, I did not sense any aura of an evil ghost.

Song Mingyi and Song Zhiyong stared at each other in silence for three seconds. Finally, Song Mingyi pressed her lips together, suppressed the fury in her heart, and looked at Song Zhiyong once more.