Chapter 162: The Mastermind

Lu Fei and Jing Xuanwei waited for the bus for a long time. Suddenly, a luxury sports car pulled up in front of them. The driver took off his sunglasses and whistled at Jing Xuanwei. "Hey beautiful, could you tell me how to get to the Loulan Hotel?" "Go straight, pass two intersections, then head west at the next traffic light and you'll be there."

I looked at him, feeling depressed. "Why on earth? If I had known it was this simple, why did I stay up all night?" I should have just asked Laixi to count it for me. Uh... he probably knows how to do that, right?

Hearing Wang Li and Wang Qiang describe the Han family, Baili Aofeng and Han Yan both smiled; it had been a false alarm yesterday.

Koji Takeno suddenly froze, looking down to see he was wearing a pair of red cotton socks.

The man had barely finished speaking when everyone else sensed the phenomenon; their strength immediately plummeted fivefold. Fantian was no exception.

"But this is your home!" Moji said, resting his arms on the windowsill and propping his chin with his palms, looking utterly at ease.

Indeed, the flow of time and the cycles of life had to continue. Beyond June, there were July, August, September—an endless expanse of time. Lianye did not want to remain trapped in an infinite June loop.

"So it was you." Huo Tong narrowed her eyes. Even though the person had deliberately lowered their voice, she still recognized who it was.

Origami made it her life's pursuit to train herself to become stronger and defeat the Spirit who was her enemy, but in reality, Origami did not have a single Spirit as an enemy.

Ye Huang had to swallow her words. Moji glanced at her, turned and hurried to the door, answering as he reached out to pull it open.

Zhang Taiwei chuckled, completely oblivious to the fact that his smile made Yan Wan’s hair stand on end.

I held Yabahuzi and gazed out the window. Before I knew it, the sun was setting, painting the western horizon in shades of blood-red.

Gu Ruoyu didn't know when he started paying such close attention to Jing Yunxin, fearing that something might actually happen between her and Gu Peiyi. He would call her hundreds of times a day to confirm she was at the office, and from then on, Gu Peiyi never had a chance to leave; during working hours, he had to stay inside the company.

She wanted to forget, but how could she? And how could she bear to let go? Even if the memories brought more pain, she was willing to suffer like this for a lifetime, never letting herself off the hook.

Walking inside and passing through the screen wall, one could see a series of courtyards arranged in a repeating "hui" pattern. With so many side doors and alleys, it was truly like a labyrinth. Living here, it would take a long time to get familiar with the layout. If one came in alone, they might never find their way out.

That heart-fluttering feeling was completely different from the feeling of chasing Zhang Qiyuan around back then. Sometimes, even when it seemed like she had attained what she wanted, she still couldn't be happy. Other times, even knowing she couldn't have it, she felt inexplicably satisfied.

Watching the scene and listening to the crowd's discussions, Mo Wuwei and Han Qing lost face. After all, they were heads of families, and their influence in the Southeast region was moderate—not exceptionally powerful, but enough to hold sway over a territory. To be so humiliated in front of all the Southeast powers today was unbearable.

Watching the people around her grow more and more agitated, a strange smile inadvertently tugged at the corner of Xia Anling’s mouth.

Finally, at a certain moment, when his emotions were at their peak, he lunged toward Shen Weiwei.

I suddenly turned away, suppressing the bitterness in my heart to keep the tears from welling up, yet the sense of oppression and discomfort remained.

Strange, what is going on? I turned back to look at the old woman on the road I had come from, only to find she had already vanished. My heart sank, and I felt deeply unsettled. How did that old woman know that Ziyuchai Street was a place of dark yin? Could it be that she wasn't a mortal?