Chapter 151: 149、Lovers and Dinner Knives (3K, 1/2)

149、Lovers and Dinner Knives (3K, 1/2)

Tap, tap, tap…

The knocking remained rhythmic.

Zhou Chang stood behind the door, still hesitating, when the knocking outside suddenly stopped.

Immediately after, a voice full of complaints rang out: “He Ju, He Ju!

Are you asleep?

Open the door for me!

Open it!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The knocking resumed, now furious, reflecting

“Old man came out, you shouldn’t say anything else. The old man isn’t feeling well either,” Gu Ma thought for a moment and continued.

Phantom Rose had always maintained an aloof, detached posture, which had quietly reassured many nations—but no one knew what would happen if Phantom Rose truly entered the fray of worldly conflict.

On the medical department’s roof, under a clear blue sky, white bed sheets hung drying, swaying in the wind, their bright contrasts dazzling.

“Then why didn’t you come find me?” Li Wuxin broke free from Ling Jing’s embrace, looked up, and met his violet eyes.

Besides, she had to leave early—to inform the Regent’s Mansion of what she learned tonight.

Originally, when the sixteen eyes on the painting closed together, they formed a complete image; though each eye gazed in different directions, together they faintly revealed the shape of an eye.

As Gu Meng listened to the reporter’s question, frowned, and prepared to ignore it and walk away, Guanchen suddenly pulled out the ring he had just bought, dropped to one knee before everyone, and held the ring out to Gu Meng.

Ling Jing refused to release his hold on Li Wuxin, gazing at her with a mesmerizing tenderness in his eyes.

At that moment, the Supreme Demon Emperor before him suddenly split into two; in an instant, each body split again, becoming four Supreme Demon Emperors, then eight.

His expression twitched slightly, his face etched with confusion. He was growing more certain that Song Yuchen could not possibly be Gu Meng’s biological son—could a biological son speak of his own mother like that?

“Cough… didn’t do much—just killed a few people!” Gan Mu spat a stream of dragon breath.

I was bound with several loops of hemp rope, tight-looking, but it meant nothing to me now—I stretched my arms sharply outward, and the ropes snapped instantly.

Yes, relying on the guards’ bows and hunting rifles could never stop the cunning Siberian wolves.

“This…” Everyone froze. They had planned to unite and pressure Bai Feifei—but before they could apply pressure, Bai Feifei had turned it around and pressed them instead.

Now, with her back shielded, Liu Feng drove her right elbow into a full-power crushing strike against Liedeman’s round, bear-like belly; before Liedeman could retreat, Liu Feng pressed her back against his quivering belly, shook her shoulders, and created space again.

“Xinting’s back?” A mature, steady voice came then, followed by a handsome, mature man walking out with a smile.

Huang Gai, Huang Gongfu, was one of Sun’s Four Great Generals. Her presence here could not possibly be merely to protect Sun Shangxiang—even though that was a side task, her main mission was to evaluate Zhuge Liang.

Zhuang Sisi paused slightly. Chu Haoran’s words made perfect sense: before Chu Haoran, any plan was doomed to vanish—if it somehow succeeded, not only would the leader suspect, but even ordinary members would refuse to believe it.

Recalling an online article she’d once read about jealousy, Liu Feng felt it fit perfectly—she copied it verbatim to fool Qixiu.

Since everything’s out in the open now, I might as well ask right now where this ID copy came from.