Chapter 259: The Whisperer

It's too hot; sitting under the porch is the same.

Although she knew Tang Tang was waiting for someone, Guo Lulan still hoped she'd sit in the shade of the porch.

The weather is too hot; sitting under this blazing sun will make you heatstroke.

But this little thing is stubborn, and no matter what you say, she doesn't hear a word.

She just grins wide at you, so innocent you can't even get mad.

Are you waiting for Xiao Yong brother?

"Today is my birthday?" Bai Fuqi feigned surprise as she looked at Dongfang Ling, thoroughly enjoying this act of amnesia.

While Yan Zhuolang was having dinner with Pei Ran, the hospital door opened, and soon Yang Qian walked in; behind her, the driver carried a basket of flowers and fruit—clearly a visit to see a patient.

"Commander Liangqiu flatters me; your insight and perspective surpass mine, so please help me take a look." Wu Juan handed over the envelope.

"Fine, I agree," Jing Beichen's stamina remained strong, his voice still full and resonant. He gently inhaled the faint, elusive body scent of Ke Junqiao in the yoga room, feeling deeply pleased.

His gaze fell on the light-brain on the coffee table; Liangchen chose to use his toes to hook it over rather than his hands.

Yan Zhuolang knew Pei Ran had deliberately changed the subject; he had no way to deal with her, so he merely smiled slightly, gazing at her with indulgence—fine, as long as she was happy, everything else didn't matter.

From the hazy mist above, a loud laugh rang out; Yin Feng and the others froze, then reeled as if struck by lightning, snapping back to awareness, activating their movements fully, racing toward the sound.

Before the black-clothed man could react, Quan Ye had already shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the source of the sound.

She eagerly grabbed a large piece of beef, but before she finished eating it, she spotted a steak; she dropped the beef and turned to grab the steak instead.

Pei Ran, initially confused, suddenly understood his intent and instinctively tried to flee—but Yan Zhuolang's timely warning instantly drained all her resolve.

"It's also possible this world doesn't need a system at all—everything relies on luck or chance; such cases exist, like in some fighting X thing or another." Gu Hua coughed, then continued.

Moreover, the Great Venerable has appeared in person; surely he'll seize the target effortlessly, and the criminal will be executed on the spot, saving unnecessary complications.

Ye Tian understood Nan Gong Wu's concerns and fears: a family persecuted for years, stranded overseas, building a vast fortune alone. It was natural for him to worry about the political situation back home; only by sitting down and talking face-to-face could the Nan Gong family's fears be dispelled.

"Your soul is the only one stable in this world. As for your second question, our organization welcomes all races." Gu Hua spoke quietly.

If Sam hadn't made a string of unforgivable mistakes, this invisible figure lurking behind the scenes might never have stepped into the spotlight.

Ye Tian slapped his storage pouch; Xuanjing Cold Iron appeared in his hand. His spiritual sense caught the trajectory of the black poison sword—he hurled the Xuanjing Cold Iron with all his strength.

Another claw struck; Shen Shi ducked aside. Just as he prepared to counterattack, a sharp pain erupted in his chest—one of the five claws had pierced him. His movement halted instantly.

Indeed, Shen Yuejiao didn't think so much. Seeing such a fine horse given to her, she grinned until her eyes vanished.

Ye Tian pointed to the sky gradually brightening outside: "Don't you want to breathe the air like a normal person, without constantly fearing the day the organization comes for you?" These words seemed to stir something deep within A Mei's heart.

Then, the soft, ethereal Kunlun Mirror drifted like mist, merging into inspiration itself—and Han Dong, unconsciously drawing inspiration back into his mind, received it within his thoughts.