Chapter 135: [The Haunted House in the Abandoned Village]

In the darkness, the shadow in the room suddenly arched its back, lunging forward in a whirling vortex of wind, claws outstretched and gleaming sharp, toward Chu Keqing on the bed.

Suddenly, a burst of silver light erupted around Chu Keqing on the bed.

Before the sharp claws could touch Chu Keqing, they were violently repelled by the silver light, and the shadow was flung to the side of the bed.

“Go, go…” The driver stared in shock at the shattered window; though pained, he could only nod repeatedly, already calculating how to report the incident.

Due to the commotion, some people simply and quietly retreated upstairs. The second floor was the appliance level—no food at all. The wiser ones secretly grabbed some water and biscuits before stealthily ascending.

Being someone she could rely on, to be her complete anchor—this had always been what he most wanted to achieve. Now, hearing her say it aloud, he was overjoyed, yet suddenly felt a strange daze.

This feeling trapped him deep within—he wanted to do nothing, say nothing, only close his eyes and savor the figure growing clearer yet gradually fading in his mind. So much time had passed—was she still the same? Did she still harbor resentment over the past? Did she… still remember him?

Gunfire rang out like firecrackers, dense and relentless; in the city center, it would have caused panic. Xu Zhi finally understood why Ying Jie and Wang Yingjun dared not act inside the private club.

Yafisi slowly knelt on one knee, planting her greatsword into the ground—she could no longer channel magic for her sword techniques.

Qiao Mei, having decided to buy underwear, saw it was already eleven. Since the boys behind them made no complaints, she could only have Huihui step in and ask her brother to take away these annoying boys.

Though a warrior, he was not as foolish as he claimed—only a truly foolish man could never rise to the rank of Commander of the Blue Horse Guards.

Although the Emperor granted Lan Zhengfeng the title of Sacred Prince, the Sacred Prince must uphold the imperial family’s dignity—he could not marry the woman from the Lin clan, nor publicly acknowledge Mu Yan as his bloodline.

Filier heard these words and suddenly felt deeply moved, an urge to cry rising within her. She did not understand herself—ever since meeting this junior brother, she had become unlike her former self.

“No wonder he’s a Shadow-level ninja—even such a simple jutsu is so powerful,” Naruto mused inwardly.

Another golden hamster, now as large as a cat, plump and round, first cautiously scurried to the side, then couldn’t resist the food’s lure and dashed to the feed, clutching it with both front paws and gobbling it down.

And since I was just looking to test my strength and needed a sparring partner—you showed up. Wouldn’t it be a waste to not fight after you went through all this trouble?

After leaving the palace, Fu Yao sent Qingchi to shop, while she, following the green hat’s directions, rode her horse toward the countryside.

The Bride slowly spoke, deep crimson tears welling from her hollow eye sockets, dripping one by one, soaking into her blood-red wedding gown.

Had the painter hired for the lantern not been the original owner of the Skin-Painting Ghost, I would never have thought of him at all.

Since you’ve joined the Western system, embraced Western values, and believe their institutions are advanced—then when the time comes, shouldn’t you go study in the most “Western” country of all: America?

Drinking and boasting had wasted time; they’d already left late, and now it was nearly nine. Whether it was liquor emboldening the coward or the daytime safety of New York giving Carter confidence, Carter now strolled leisurely with Meliss, slowly heading home.

The entire room echoed with the clatter of spatulas—loud, bustling, lively. The imperial kitchen’s temperature was at least ten degrees higher than outside. Exaggeratedly speaking, sweat dripping to the floor could instantly crystallize into salt.