Chapter 72: Don't Come Home Tonight (First Subscription Requested)

Beep beep beep—

Jiang Shuyao sent a message: "Vivian, we're getting ready to head back to Shudu. My mom said she'll treat us to dinner tonight. What do you two want to eat?"

Jian Weian replied, "After finishing with the Dujiangyan trip, take your mom to climb Mount Qingcheng. Don’t come back tonight—I want a romantic night with Lin Ran."

She transferred 3,000 yuan.

And added, "I’m giving you my entire internship paycheck."

Jiang Shuyao responded instantly, "You’re the best! When I come back, I’ll do your laundry every day!"

Shen Bai’s loud shout touched a nerve in Gu Hengzhou. Gu Hengzhou’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightened, and Shen Bai spun himself around, tying himself up like a cocoon, until he rolled in front of Gu Hengzhou.

"A blue item actually dropped!" Tang Feng exclaimed in surprise. It seemed that no matter the game, the first kill always brought abundant rewards.

It was like not having tasted water for days, then finally savoring its sweetness.

No matter how pitifully Nai Xi glanced at the pizza shop nearby, he resolutely refused to let her touch that junk food.

She didn’t even dare mention that Ouyang Ru had gone to the art exhibit today, and she had warned Shen Miao to play dumb if asked.

At last, humanity was launching a full-scale counterattack, assembling the strongest lineup in nearly a millennium. Those long, winding formations displayed the absolute will of their leader, Lin Zhi.

On the day the holiday began, Zhou Mingchuan was up at the crack of dawn again. This time I didn't sleep in; I personally took him to the bus stop. Watching him leave, I felt an uneasy pang in my heart.

The immortal spoke as he crouched down, feeling around in the blue box beside Akalia’s corpse.

A while later, the militiaman who had gone to inquire returned, bringing a man with him. Tang Feng took one look—it was none other than Podo, who had lost an arm.

Shen Bai's eyes were bright, still rimmed red from crying. His gaze was as clear as if it had been washed with water. Gu Hengzhou’s heart was struck so fiercely it skipped two beats.

The masked man was no fool; he easily caught the mercenary’s note of mockery. Showing no mercy, he didn’t even bother with a cold laugh this time—he simply fired another shot, ending the man’s life.

When Guo Da returned, he would surely suspect there was a traitor in the valley, and the first person he would likely suspect was himself.

After boarding the Ptolemy II, Chu Xuan spoke at once. Murong Chen didn’t waste time either, heading directly toward the Temple of Philae, where they soon secured their third target, the Temple of Osiris.

Seeing Hou Yi appear out of nowhere, Chang’e was startled at first, but quickly realized what was happening.

His grandmother had worked herself to the bone to raise him and his mother, scrimping and saving, until she fell seriously ill and died not long after he was born.

Although he had earlier persuaded the emperor to make his nephew the Cavalry General, secretly undermining He Jin’s power, that was not something accomplished overnight, even with the support of the Ten Eunuchs.

Mo Bai was expelled from the Shengshi Club during the preliminary rounds, leaving him unable to compete in the semifinals. Missing this chance, his only hope of entering the pro league would be to wait for the S2 season’s selection.

After learning this news, Qu Yi, who was responsible for attacking Yuan Shao’s main camp, didn’t send anyone to stop it—he knew their own stronghold was impregnable and had no worries. If Zhang led his men over, it would be a suicide mission.

The three members of Zhou Yuanyuan’s family were seething with rage, but a cold snort from the burly man in black cowed them into motionless silence.

Upon receiving the signal from the Golden Eagle King, the Ape Eagle King, Hunter Eagle King, and Sea Eagle King all rallied their demon armies, surrounding the Golden Eagle’s lair from outside. The Golden Eagle King then cast a spell to set the lair ablaze, determined to burn the White-browed Patriarch alive within.

After a moment’s thought, he suddenly looked down at the middle-aged man below. “If there’s nothing else, you may go. Let me think it over some more.” With that, he lowered his head, fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

Blake’s face was deathly pale, sweat beading on his brow, and the hand clutching the golden crystal pillar had turned white from the strain.