Chapter 72: Sleepless from Missing You

Zhou Ci seemed to have an inkling of understanding, yet remained somewhat puzzled by what Gu Shenshen meant. His gaze gradually grew a bit vacant as he looked at her.

Gu Shenshen lifted her hand and gently patted his cheek. “I’m heading back. I’ll leave the company affairs to your diligent little assistant.”

She knew that if she soothed him the right way, Zhou Ci would become as docile as a puppy.

So even though…

At some point, Feilian had already raised his head above the surface of the Yellow Springs River. His face was ashen, white mist escaping his lips—clearly, he was suffering.

Just then, Ye Zeming’s phone vibrated with a text message. Still lying with his head on Qiao Muyu’s chest, he opened his phone and, upon reading the message, let out a long, helpless sigh.

In an instant, golden light rippled outward from the young man like water, surging in all directions as though stirring the very fabric of space itself.

The path of a scientist is often one that begins with doubt, leads to exploration, and finally succeeds by overturning old conclusions; this skeptical mindset teaches one to think independently.

The soldiers of the Liberation Army were reluctant. Becoming bandits? That was hard to accept—these were matters of life and death, from which there would be no turning back. So, after Yiliel voiced her thoughts, no one responded for a moment, leaving an awkward silence in the air.

Owing to the relationship between Li Feng and Zhong Sun Tian, Zhang Zhenglin treated Ling Feng rather well. His words lacked the airs of other Foundation Establishment cultivators, and he came across as quite amiable.

The burden of two hundred billion dollars instantly cast a gloom over Song Chuyu and Liu Yihua, and soon enough, Song Chuyu was feeling a bit tipsy.

Blazing fire erupted across the sky, its trembling aftershocks melting into a lazy autumn warmth, thick and cloying with sweetness. Hannah didn’t feel like moving a single finger, yet her long-absent husband was still insatiably demanding. At last, she felt a helpless shyness—and noticed a few things she hadn’t before.

To fire or not to fire? The PLA infantry was about to charge, but if they opened fire, enemy artillery would zero in on their position and obliterate them. This battle really seemed untenable.

“But something’s off, my dear Lady Shu,” Chen Ping asked curiously, “If I remember correctly, you’ve never had a boyfriend, have you? How do you know so much about this?”

The butler nodded slightly, then left. As Ou Haofei stepped inside, he was overwhelmed by the sheer scale and variety before him! The string of security systems earlier hadn’t fazed him, but now, he was utterly at a loss.

“Heh, whoever you are, you’d better let us go. Otherwise, you’ll definitely regret it—and so will these families!” Ren Hao sneered.

“Go show off to the new sisters. They’ll let you have your moment. Goodbye,” Jiang Huili and Zhang Xueyi said in unison. One entered the elevator, the other glanced back from the corridor, both snorting softly and turning away. One headed upstairs, the other down.

Mo Shaobei had just taken Xiao Xiao’s hand, but she pulled away the next moment. Wiping the spot he’d touched, she said as she walked, “I’m not fond of men touching me.” Especially those whose identities are uncertain.

Yesterday, after hurriedly logging off, she hadn’t logged back into the game. Taking advantage of the time before heading to the law firm, she played for a while to soothe her nerves.

Ye Shulei was still suspended by wires atop a high platform when she heard such a moving confession from some unknown loudspeaker. She nearly toppled off the platform in shock.

Her voice was so loud that everyone in the lounge heard it. Now, not only did those nearby sneak glances, but even people farther away were peering in her direction.

“So what now?” Mo Baixin looked at the group. “Do we head to the Black Market headquarters in Illusion City first, or what?”