Chapter 54 Where Has My Memory Gone? 3

Then, he tossed his phone aside, and walked into the sterile room in a huff.

Huo Bai took out his own phone, first sending a message to Zhao Jinchu, and then making a call.

The message was blocked and deleted, and the phone was busy.

Huo Bai raised an eyebrow.

Did the two of them have a fight?

He hadn't had much contact with Zhao Jinchu, but from their few brief interactions, he could tell that this was a person with strong self-control and minimal emotional fluctuations, unlike Qi Yan who acted entirely on impulse—

Gao Xuan fell backward, his hands seemingly trying to grasp something, but after just a few twitches, he let out a long sigh and went completely motionless.

With a soft moan, Leng Yue stirred her eyelids, which felt sore and heavy. Accompanied by a gentle sigh, her long, dense eyelashes fluttered slightly, and those watery eyes once again bloomed with a charming and alluring grace.

Even for a forbidden doll, it is not the doll itself that harbors magic, but the human portion contained within its interior.

"You bratty girl, Big Brother Xingchen this, Big Brother Xingchen that, you have him on your lips all day long! I think you might as well just go live with him! I'm your real brother!" Zhao Zhong yelled furiously at Zhao Leer.

However, it was too late to say all this now. The bracelet had already been destroyed by lightning that day. Without the bracelet, what good was it even if she knew the correct date?

Liu Gui stepped forward, grabbed Liu Lian's hair, and dragged her straight up from the ground. Bringing his face close to her terror-stricken countenance, a flash of evil crossed his brow.

Aside from being furious, Xiahou Ce felt an even deeper heartache, feeling as though he had been slapped hard across the face by her, leaving him utterly at a loss.

Seeing her having so much fun playing, Xiahou Ce looked on with a smile, letting her chase about while riding his horse alongside to protect her.

Saying this, he went into the house and brought out a firewood-chopping knife with a curved tip. Da Niu took the knife and went to chop firewood, completely ignoring the young woman. Da Niu felt she was far too greedy; how could a young lady act like that?

"If you feel this isn't right, you could consider having him cough up just a tiny bit. But don't push things to the absolute limit; you always have to leave people a way out." Ye Tianyu wasn't afraid of Zhu Erping, he simply didn't want to cause Shui Yanran too much trouble.

"This is hardly a scene that should be happening. Could it be that both sides are looking to battle it out in a penalty shootout during the second match?" the commentator remarked with dissatisfaction.

"Hum." As the hooves struck the ground, a massive object was raised aloft, radiating a terrifyingly sharp edge that seemed capable of tearing through the void and shattering everything. It was that battle saber, a mid-grade Dao artifact, wielded by a person whom any cultivator of the same realm would choose to avoid. With peerless murderous intent, everything in front of it was destined to be slain.

At this moment, the millions of vengeful ghosts were all gazing downward at the hundreds of Dong family disciples and elders. In their glowing eyes, there was only hatred and the desire to devour.

During Song Yi's trip to Myanmar, Lin Baoqing had not been idle either. She had been searching the city for a suitable location, single-mindedly intent on starting her own fragrance-appreciation club. Just two days prior, she had set her sights on a commercial building in Oriental Plaza. Lin Baoqing was extremely satisfied with it herself, and right now, she was dragging Song Yi along to have him inspect and vet it.

However, the court delivered its verdict. Because the oil painting had been purchased at auction by the Guangzhou branch of the Construction Bank at the time, it could not be considered a loss of state-owned assets. Although the painting was a collective creation, it was indeed painted by Liu Chunhua, who should rightfully enjoy the right of authorship.

By morning, Gu Jiayi and Gu Sixin had almost finished tidying up the room. After all, Gu Jiayi and Gu Sixin usually came here every few days, and some items they didn't use regularly had already been moved over, so they didn't have much left to pack up.

"Roar!" A frenzied beastly roar echoed. Almost simultaneously, these bizarre zombies all lunged toward Wu Qi. While still in mid-air, the zombies opened their disgusting, bloody mouths filled with sharp fangs, snapping at Wu Qi to bite him.

Li Pingshi rarely heard such visionary advice, so how could he let him slip away? Even when Song Yi said he was going to rest, Li Min closely followed by his side.

Unless Zhang Han re-shod the plow horses. If he did that, the efficiency of horse-plowing would be more than double that of oxen. But this trick, simple and easy to learn, was a strategic invention. Zhang Han hadn't even been willing to bring out stirrups, let alone horseshoes. Such thoughts merely flashed through Zhang Han's mind, and naturally, he would not speak of them.

Arriving at the Ciyun Courtyard main hall of the temple, I strode directly into Cai Cai's room and saw her lying inside, covered by a thick quilt. Her complexion was exceptionally pale, yet also very serene. This state of hers made me feel somewhat reassured.

Like a daytime meteor, with an unstoppable momentum, it charged straight toward Hong Ni.

"This is hell—what a terrifying scene! Forget about seeing it, even just hearing the ghosts wailing and wolves howling within is enough to make one's blood run cold! Fortunately, I became a cultivator... I should be able to avoid coming to a place like this to suffer..." Chen Yuyan shuddered involuntarily, speaking to herself with lingering fear.

Any cultivator who had beheaded a hundred demon or demonic tribe members in the previous hunting grand competition was qualified to participate in the Heavenly Rankings tournament.

Everyone watched as Gu Yue brought his palm straight down, descending like a towering mountain falling from the nine heavens right onto Liu Ming's head. With a loud bang, Liu Ming was instantly smashed to pieces, resembling a pool of bloody mud, even his bones and tendons thoroughly pulverized.

He remembered that according to the original trajectory, after Baili Tusu's death, Ziyun completely retired into seclusion with Hongyu and Gujun.

"You don't know? How could you not know? Did you never ask about his background?" Cang Song asked with a stern shout.

A commander of a hundred men led a hundred cultivators, and a commander of a thousand men led ten hundred-man commanders. Combined, they formed a thousand-strong military camp.

Lin Bin's consideration was not without reason, but under these circumstances, even ensuring their own self-preservation was already an extremely difficult problem, let alone trying to help anyone else.

"Lady Biyao, I secretly left Youdu to come to Tianyong City specifically to find Yunxi. I'm afraid I'll have to return before long. If I don't find him this time, I may never have the chance again. Please tell me the truth!" Feng Qingxue said solemnly.

Hearing someone calling his name by his ear, Ma Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes. After the disciple explained the situation, he stood up bit by bit and walked toward the high platform.

"Second brother! Were you a beggar in your past life?" Xiahou Qing, who had remained silent all this while, finally spoke in utter disdain. Thus, he said he hated eating with Xiahou Cheng the most, feeling that a perfectly good table of delicacies was completely ruined.

The guards beside the Fourth Prince hurriedly stepped in front of him, and the man also stopped five paces away from them.

Beneath the pink gauze curtains, Xiahou Danyan slept peacefully, completely unaware of anything. The moonlight happened to fall upon her flushed cheeks. The man in black sat closer to the bed, pulled down his veil, revealing an aged yet somewhat handsome face. This person was none other than the man who had brushed past Xiahou Danyan during the day.

"Bang!" The bowl of porridge that Li Wenyan was holding was abruptly flung out by him. The bowl smashed against the floor with a crisp sound, and the porridge steamed on the ground.