Chapter 196: The Demoness's Enrollment Invitation

Looking at the snow-white hair in his hand, its texture as smooth as silk, shimmering with a faint luster under the sunlight... Chen Mo could determine almost at a glance that this was the hair of that white-haired girl, Ye Henshui!

"No wonder I didn't see Ye Henshui last time I went to the Music Conservatory; I thought she was just too shy to show her face, but it turns out something happened to her?"

"It seems the incident in Linglan County this time was indeed aimed at me..."

Chen Mo’s gaze darkened.

His close female confidante.

"Uh, my dear wife, is that really what you think?" Lin Yifeng looked into Zhang Ziqi’s eyes, truly unable to guess her most genuine thoughts.

Aunt Jiang’s footsteps faltered, the smile on her face stiffened, and she offered a forced smile before hurriedly taking her leave.

If possible, Fatty really wanted to beat him to a pulp in one go, but he didn't dare act rashly. He feared the other party had deliberately set a trap. Besides, letting those students go first was the priority.

Old Boer felt conflicted and bitter. But for some reason, there was also a sense of relief. A chubby figure appeared in his mind. A mocking, bitter smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and he shook his head silently. He tapped the console twice, turned, and left the communications room.

The Demon race has sturdy bodies and terrifying strength; they love close-quarters combat, the feeling of every blade drawing blood and every punch landing on flesh.

He had been well-behaved these past few days, not causing the slightest bit of trouble, and whenever he was free, he would deliberately curry favor with the Six Swords of Qingcheng. He was glib-tongued, and after a few days, the Six Swords of Qingcheng had grown much closer to him and were not watching him as strictly.

"Do not be anxious; when the time is right, many things will naturally be made known to you," Sikong Jiong said with a nod upon hearing this.

"Rest assured, Fengxiao, I shall handle this matter personally; I will certainly not ruin your plan," Xi Zhicai said with a smile.

Ying Qiao laughed, "When this servant used to work in the Guanju Palace, Nanny Liang taught us that the thing most to be avoided in life and work is being a fence-sitter. When I served the Empress, I was wholeheartedly loyal to her. Later, when I was sent by Her Majesty to serve you, Master, I served you wholeheartedly."

Helpless, he tilted his head to look at both ends, deciding to pick one side and walk along the riverbank until he found a narrow spot to swim across.

It was just that he hadn't expected that later on, she would actually become his subordinate. Perhaps sometimes, the wheel of fate is just like that; you always meet certain people inadvertently, and yet these people happen to leave one deep mark after another in your life.

But it feels like I can't do anything right; everything I do only makes her drift further and further away from me. I wasn't even able to protect our child well.

I wiped out a large area! I didn't have the spare time to pick up the things on the ground, and then I ran behind Ziyun Ling again, as that icy rain came over once more.

Besides, Li Xiaomai was still in the shop organizing the shoe racks; because it wasn't the weekend, there weren't many customers in the shop. So it looked quite empty.

Indeed, although gardenia leaves are evergreen throughout the four seasons, the blooming period for gardenias is only from May to July each year, and it is quite rare for people to buy gardenias in flower shops, especially out of season like this.

The 012 mecha pilot utilized the height advantage of the humanoid E-type combat mecha, but the head-on collision tactics were easily and nimbly dodged by the Seven Kills combat mecha.

Deep within the cave, a majestic power seemed to be suppressed by something, yet it was on the verge of breaking free, emitting a humming sound of joy, as if the entire Tianzhu Mountain were trembling.

Sure enough, not long after, a very serious-looking flat-faced person arrived, took me into a passageway, and told me that if I kept going up, I would return to the place I had come from before.

"What he must want to say to me is definitely: 'Tao Bosong has ill intentions toward you; you had better not have any contact with him,'" Su Qian'ai said, deliberately putting on a low and slow, measured tone.

While flying, I kept looking back, seeing that the aircraft had been heading toward us at first, but after a while, it didn't follow. I guess they weren't confident they could catch up to us, or perhaps they had other missions.