Chapter 61: Poor Kid

After finishing all this, the little ghost looked very dejected, as if he had some unspeakable difficulty.

Seeing him steal glances at her several times, Zhang Xiaorui asked, "Is there anything you need my help with?"

The little ghost nodded hurriedly.

"Go ahead."

"I... I..." He looked somewhat hesitant.

Zhang Xiaorui said it for him. "Do you want to see your parents one last time, is that it?"

The little ghost nodded, "Yes."

"Just as you expected. The referee committee has just ruled it a stalemate; this round is a draw," Sixteen said calmly.

However, at present, Zheng Qi was awaiting his coronation the next day. By then, he would appear before the world, proclaiming his supreme power in the form of a religious coronation.

As for Shen Yuntian, Liu Weihong was also quite "familiar with his renowned name" by now. However, the details he understood naturally did not need to be explained to Shao Yinyan.

"Riding them is definitely free for me; riding maidens and riding flying dragons are just the same," Gutie winked at the succubi.

"Sixty-three men, sixty-three recruits—though well-equipped, it is completely unrealistic to expect to accomplish anything under the heavy, numerous armies of the Wilderness," Mofeng knew very well that the Wilderness must have already completed its troop buildup by now. Once this hot weather passed, they would likely dispatch troops toward Yuyang, and a full-scale war between the two countries was on the verge of breaking out.

"Regarding the sense of pain, it will not completely sever your sensory nerves. Except for the areas where the alloy is implanted, the rest of your undamaged body parts will still have the same sensations as an ordinary person," Ianthe corrected.

Watching the Mei family's influence being gradually and jointly devoured piece by piece by various forces, the old man collapsed in a fit of rage and died on a hospital bed within a few days.

"Do you think the formula we researched will work? I hope we don't end up killing them all," Jiang Feng said somewhat worriedly.

Zheng Qi waved at her back. As the commander-in-chief of the Eurasian military operations, after resolving the East China Sea affair and completing the second strategic deployment—just as Europe faced a critical moment of offense—she could not possibly follow Zheng Qi to North America. Furthermore, the allied soldiers at the front lines required her coordination, and there were still many strategies that needed her contemplation.

Ma Li and Zheng Nana took turns singing. Both girls were high on alcohol, let down their guard, and sang very happily. Whether inside or outside the campus, there was no shortage of this type of girl; they didn't ask for any title or commitment. As long as they went out and had fun, whatever happened at night with the guys was open for discussion—as long as everyone had a good time, that was all that mattered.

He hissed softly, continuously and gently rubbing his head against A-Jiu's arm, as if comforting her.

Looking at Sizhen, who lay unconscious, Sun Yanling's expression was grim. His eyes, which usually carried three parts of a smile even when he wasn't laughing, gleamed with an ice-cold sharpness, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

The Celestial Body of Creation, the Celestial Body of Samsara, the Chaos Celestial Body, the Myriad Prisons Celestial Body, the Flying Light Celestial Body, the Supreme Profound Yin Celestial Body, the Supreme Pure Yang Celestial Body, the Space-Time Celestial Body, the Life and Death Celestial Body, and the Slaughter Celestial Body.

"Mister, I'm sorry, I won't dare do it again, I beg you to let me go!" He suddenly did a complete one-eighty turn, pleading bitterly.

It was as if something was suppressing my brain, and I wanted to control my thoughts so I wouldn't fall asleep. Yet, at a time when I had completely lost control, my mind had already involuntarily emptied itself, plunging me into the deepest level of unconsciousness.

"No, Xiaoshuang. Sit down, let's talk for a while." Helian Cheng lay on the bed, yet he grabbed the hem of my clothes, his eyes full of earnestness.

Although it was still not considered nice compared to other places, compared to Xiaamen Bridge, Shangmen Bridge could be considered an environment of elegance.

"Let's go." Zhou Haolin pressed his lips together, and with a guarded expression, gently pulled Siyan into the crook of his arm, silently declaring his ownership.

Wei Yue was thoroughly satisfied, taking the nearby sightseeing elevator straight up to the fourth floor. This was a place open exclusively to high-level members, where the entertainment knew no bounds, but young Master Wei happened to have a taste for the heavy and extreme.