Lost-3

As soon as Jiang Chengce stepped out of the VIP passage, he saw Mu Manni waving at him excitedly. Fox nodded and continued, “It’s the soul essence. But as far as I know, only one person ever extended the soul essence—an ancient god from ten thousand years ago.”

“You’re pregnant now, so you must take extra care of your health! What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Ji Nuanxin noticed the tear stains on her face and asked deliberately.

Hearing this, Fox immediately questioned in return, asking what had actually happened to Bao Ruo.

Lin Nuannuan didn’t want to concern herself with Lin Yanan’s future, nor could she. As for Lin Jian, Xue Mingrui had already arranged for him to leave under a new identity. She lounged lazily beneath the grape arbor, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. Even now, Doctor Mao had only just allowed her to eat a bunch of grapes—a truly disagreeable old man.

He had never defied the Qi family before, but this time, he decided to live for himself and refused to compromise.

In fact, after seeing Ye Ziling and Linglong leave the banquet hall, Ye Yuntian couldn’t set his mind at ease.

Only a few minutes had passed when the door opened again, and Ji Nuanxin sent out her empty plate from her meal.

“I have something to do and need to go out. Go sleep in my room. Remember, wait for me to come back, all right?” Xiao Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly as he spoke to Ji Anqi.

If the Ji family was truly offended, then Zheng Changdong’s position would be in jeopardy as well.

Wu Mei was startled by Su Mu’s sudden movement, but then an electrifying sensation swept through her body, and she responded passionately, embracing Su Mu’s head.

The blood of every innocent soul must be repaid with the blood of even more wicked ones. This person would spread their black wings and become the hammer of vengeance in the hands of God.

Yu Zhenting pushed open the neighboring door with a grim face and, taking Lin Man by the wrist, led her inside.

After sending Gu Xixi into the lounge, Mu Ruona made sure she didn’t need company before finally leaving.

“Uh-uh…” Li Dongyu was still hiccuping, unable to say what she wanted, which made her anxious.

He looked at the Green Vine Demon with contempt, thinking it was naïve to try to strangle him with a few rotten vines.

Bu Wanqing considered the possibility—if Su Mu’s reasoning was correct and genuine, then who was the third observer present back then?

There isn’t a single gang that cannot be investigated; at any time or place, criminal organizations are firmly under the control of relevant government departments. This is essential for national security and stability.

He now understood that his mother was part of Lingyang Immortal Sect, a top force in the Tianwu Realm, powerful enough to make even Tianzong its branch. That was why he continued listening.

“What a powerful presence,” Luo Yu exclaimed as he gazed at the silver ivory-like object in the primal fire. Though it hadn’t fully taken shape, the silver dragon bone already hinted at its edge, like a ferocious shark surging from the deep sea.

On the surface, he kept his composure. After all, he was something of a fan, especially of those system stories, where the protagonist acquires a system and suddenly becomes lucky, wins over women, crushes rivals, and enjoys life to the fullest.

Luo Yu watched the rain falling outside the cave, the rolling clouds illuminated by shafts of light, and sighed softly, his eyes filled with guilt—not only toward Ning Xinyu, but also toward Miaoling and himself. It seemed these emotional debts only grew deeper with time.

Audrey stayed with her, chatting, while Zhou Nan pretended to focus on his drawing, not wanting to say a single word to her.

The grapevines planted in spring had yet to grow; it would take at least another year or two before there would be grapes to eat or to make wine.

“If anyone here is the best liar, isn’t it you?” With a wave, Xiao Qingyun dissolved the whip of light seized by the shadow behind Midnight, returning a cold smile to Yu Xin.

For some reason, when Li Hongzhang spoke, both the old butler He and his trusted aide Yang Bingzhang broke into a cold sweat, their foreheads beading with moisture—whether from his overwhelming presence or from a deep-seated awe.

Hearing Chen Lan’s words, Li Chongming pondered for a moment, then understood the situation, his expression turning serious and meaningful.

Yet Liu Qing’s eyes remained vacant, entirely unresponsive. A chill surged through me, stinging my eyes and blurring my vision until all I could see was a white haze.

Following the wild boar’s blood trail for dozens of meters, the scattered drops became a continuous streak—not just drips, but traces of something being dragged. The grass was flattened, and there were clear drag marks beside the blood.

Bai Xiaojun was quite influential in the Taekwondo club. As soon as he entered, several students greeted him, calling him “senior,” and among them were a few attractive girls.

Mu Ge thought for a moment and nodded, though a hint of sadness flickered in her eyes. She had indeed wanted to talk to Shu Nuanqing before leaving, but was interrupted by Shu Huaye.

“Why not head to the Demon Suppression Battlefield?” This thought flashed through Ling Feng’s mind. With his current strength, the battlefield posed no danger; besides, the person he was waiting for wouldn’t return for two months, and Ling Feng couldn’t wait that long.

It seemed this wasn’t even my own will; such is the effect of the human soul. Killing without a trace. From what Big Brother Wan and the others described, this soul likely didn’t form in their house—it must have been someone deliberately trying to kill the old man.

“The inner court is divided into four houses: East, South, West, and North. Each excels in a different area—the East in offense, the South in defense, the West in control, and the North in speed. You must choose the house best suited to your own arrow source,” Fan Renhua said sternly.