Chapter 45 Are You Blind?

Jinghe Palace.

Lou Zhiye led a few people to her birth mother's residence. Looking at the courtyard that felt both familiar and unfamiliar, Lou Si experienced a complex mixture of emotions.

He remembered that his mother loved flowers the most; throughout all four seasons, the courtyard would be filled with various blossoms. Now, however, it appeared exceptionally desolate, and even the palace maids and young eunuchs looked listless.

"Fifth Princess." After casting a glance at them, the maid bowed respectfully to Lou Zhiye.

As a newly arrived maid in Jinghe Palace, she naturally did not—

At this moment, the courtyard was brimming with lush vegetation and colorful flowers. Although it was the height of summer, the courtyard remained a riot of vibrant colors, with bees and butterflies dancing about, perfectly recreating a scene of mid-spring.

While there might be some differences in the interior decoration, aside from the rear of the carriage featuring a window, the left, right, and front sides were all draped with thick curtains.

The third thing was to check the download numbers and bank card balance every night before going to sleep. This was also Lindy's favorite thing to do. Watching the download numbers and bank savings skyrocket in a blur, the feeling of making money while sitting down felt just like a dream.

"It's the Cosmic Swordsman Zamushar and Alien Baltan. The former is a martial arts fanatic, and as for the latter, I believe you all should have the files on him." Xiangye offered this reminder specifically because Mirai had helped them escape from the clutches of the TPC—meaning Lin Chong's demonic claws.

Gu Yan had originally intended to call her to say he would be away on business for the next couple of days and to tell her to take good care of herself. To his surprise, right from the start of the call, she launched into a tirade against him. The moment he hung up, he immediately ordered Lance to appear before him.

What a gorgeous piano, pure white and immaculate. He watched as her soft, ink-black hair rested gently across her forehead, veering over her alluring eyes. Her fingers, meant for playing the piano, always had neatly and cleanly trimmed nails.

"Sir, once you finish drinking, please throw the bottle into the trash can. This is recyclable," the cleaner reminded him.

On the second day, a post in the New World King of Glory section attracted the attention of countless players.

Although this kind of spam-like promotion was prone to generating a rebellious psychological reaction among some viewers, for the majority of viewers who hadn't paid attention previously, the attracting effect was still quite good.

After drinking two cups of tea and feeling that it was about time, Guan Xiaojun shoved a pack of cigarettes plus ten yuan into Huang Meili's father's hand before finally leading the old sow out.

Seeing that she did not issue an immediate refusal, Su Wannian knew there was still a possibility, so she smiled, nodded, and exchanged a few polite pleasantries.

"Of course! From now on, I am your cash cow! Shake me hard, and all the money that comes out will be yours!" Zhao Ruolei said with a laugh as she twitched her waist and began to dance the seaweed dance.

The rational strategies for dealing with this hidden state basically boiled down to only two approaches: one was to use brute-force damage output to forcefully burn down the boss before this aura triggered; the other was the method currently available to players, which involved using a player to draw the boss's aggro and forcefully drag out this phase.

Feeling a trace of disappointment, Lin Nuannuan sensed his restraint and hesitation, and her mood instantly sank a little.

Xu Xiuning had thought they would be setting out in a matter of days, and he hadn't expected Liao Donghui to come over as well.

After washing up and changing clothes, Liu Nanfeng lay on the bed, staring at the empty pillow opposite her. A heavy oppression weighed upon her heart. If she slept here every day—sleeping in the bed where they had spent four years together—how painful it must be for her? Would she even weep in agony, just as she did when he left? Would she? Probably so. She was such a tearful person, a silly fool who could cry over anything and everything.

Ever since Zhou Yang had detected a hint of suspicion at the tavern a few days prior and discovered a malevolent aura on a certain man, he had been keeping him under secret surveillance. For the sake of operational stealth, he acted entirely alone without notifying anyone else.

"You!" Qi Hengguang uttered a single, soft word so faintly that no one heard it. With a quick flick of the tip of his tongue, the moment the word was spoken, he pulled it right back.

Even Zheng Yi was no exception—conceding a goal in the final minute meant everything was finished. Since victory was attainable, why accept a draw?