Chapter 73: Since When Has Childhood Sweetheart Lost to Fate?
Grandma had been waiting in the courtyard early. As soon as she saw a car pull up at the gate, she hurried forward. “Move aside, move aside, my grandson will be driving home soon.”
“Grandma.”
Lin Ran pushed open the door and got out of the car.
“It’s you, Ran.” A gentle smile spread across Grandma’s face. She glanced at the blue car. “I recognize this car, it’s a BYD. Good car. Zhang Qiang next door bought a BYD too. My grandson’s really made something of himself.”
“Mom, this isn’t—”
“These little tricks won’t work on me,” Liu Yi interrupted coldly, drawing once more upon Guiyi. Swords materialized around him, circling in midair.
Yet this army of tens of thousands was filled with elites—if they joined forces to attack a mountain of the undead with weaker defenses, they could seize it in a short time.
“Who’s dating you?” Yun Xi said. “We’re just friends. I only agreed to walk with you because you looked so pitiful.”
If he’d arrived sooner, Chu Yunlian wouldn’t have been hurt so badly. He didn’t know why Hua Wu and Hua Jia had fled in the end, but it seemed Jin Feng still had some skill—though not enough to protect Chu Yunlian. An Ran felt a twinge of regret.
“Li’er, it’s alright. I like holding him,” Mo Yu Jingchen said to her with a smile. The smile was still as dazzling and captivating as ever, yet she sensed something had changed.
In the past, the Yordles rarely interacted with the outside world. The Black Fisher Mountains provided a natural barrier.
Suddenly, her snow-white fox body turned blood-red, and her slitted eyes glimmered with a fiery golden light.
Ji Que’s expression shifted. Carrying Ji Qian’s blood, he flew to a secret place and set up a formation to hide himself.
In the royal residence of Long Yu Ze, Ji Zili was always accompanied by several maids. These days, Long Yu Ze had not slighted her; he treated her with courtesy.
A single “I don’t care,” and the resolute figure walking away utterly shattered the defenses he’d painstakingly built around his heart. He never imagined his heart, dormant for thousands of years, could still ache like this, tearing at his soul, leaving him breathless.
After coordinating with his teammates, Ye Feng, his nerves steady once more after the brief pause, began to use his car’s speed advantage to pull further and further ahead of Alonso. When Alonso finally disappeared from his rearview mirror, Ye Feng at last unleashed his full power to chase down the Iceman in front.
“Alright, you rascal! I’m here because I want to talk business with you!” Schumacher laughed, letting go of Old Ye’s arm. Only after slinging his own arm around him did he continue.
“Oh!” There was a flurry of noise—a short cry, a scatter of papers falling to the ground, and at last the crisp clatter of a beverage can hitting the floor.
I picked up the old zither in my dormitory and began to play. The music was heavy, each note laden with the sorrow in my heart.
At this thought, Feng Qian hurried to look at Kong Sang’s fingers. Sure enough, on the middle finger of Kong Sang’s left hand was a simple, ancient-looking silver ring. Around the same wrist was a similarly ancient black bracelet.
“How did you come by all these things? Looks like you’ve had quite the days while I was away. I came just to bring you some medicine.” Ying Tao looked at the dazzling, multicolored tree with mixed feelings. Now, with Gong Mo Li’s current appearance, any man would go mad for her.
At 7:20, both McLaren drivers stepped forward to defend the team’s integrity. Hamilton insisted on his faith in McLaren’s innocence, expressing his trust and support for team boss Dennis; Alonso stated he believed the FIA would render a fair decision.
For a moment, Meng Fei truly felt as though a volcano were about to erupt—who would dare meddle in his affairs? Yet nothing happened. Just for that one second, as if a breeze came from nowhere, the flames were instantly extinguished. Meng Fei nearly laughed aloud. Ha—Lin Guozi, even you can get jealous over Zhu Zhu.