Chapter 46 Get Lost Too

Turning back, they found that the old woman who had been sitting in the very last row of the bus had vanished without a trace.

Panic seized everyone instantly.

Gu Yun couldn't hold it in any longer and became the first player to burst into tears.

With her taking the lead, a crowd of NPCs behind her began to sob as well, while some were so terrified they fainted on the spot.

A heavy cloud of gloom hung over everyone's face.

Soon, a player suggested, "Does anyone know how to drive? Let's drag the driver out and we can—"

Fourth Miss, however, had no desire to wait. She felt that Wen Wanrong's method of reaching the top in one single leap was wonderful. What use was a mere Thirteenth-Degree Censor-in-Chief when it didn't even count as a Fourth-Rank official? Look at Wen Wanrong instead—her husband had soared to become the Guardian General of the State, holding a Second-Rank position, and he was only five or six years older than Qixian.

Overwhelmed with shame, the rider let out a loud roar, armored his soul completely, and leaped forward with fierce momentum, charging aggressively toward Erha.

Clad in a black dragon robe, a bright smile frozen at the corner of his lips, he lay inside a stone coffin. The weather was sweltering, and the stone coffin was surrounded by blocks of ice, with cooling jade placed inside.

Nanbei had good taste, and having spent the past few years following Song Qingran, she had learned to spend lavishly. She picked out a pile of clothes for Yanyu, swiping her card without the slightest hesitation.

Hearing his words, she raised her head from his embrace to look at him. Suddenly realizing something, she hastily pulled away from his arms.

"It's raining flower petals all over the sky again. Don't you people have any originality at all? Can't you drop some gold coins instead? Cheapskates!" Sada shouted at the audience, only to be met with a chorus of jeers.

He had already broken through the ultimate limits of humanity and stepped into the realm of immortality, capable of traversing the flesh through the air without relying on any magical artifacts.

That very night, Situ Xian quietly boarded a plane and left. Seated in the cabin, looking out at the night view through the window, she touched the red cord around her wrist, untied it, tucked it into the lining of a pocket watch, and slipped it into her pocket.

She had asked the doctor later: given Zeng Baoer's physical condition, that child could not possibly have been saved under any circumstances. Her son had hardened his heart to snuff out that child simply to save her—why couldn't people understand?

Song Jinyu glared. What kind of temperament did he have?! Damn it, he was extremely pure, all right? Didn't they know he had a mild case of germophobia?

Seeing the Grand Prelate's dismissive gesture, Cheng Hai also sensed that something was amiss, and a few drops of cold sweat seeped down his back.

Tang Siying suddenly caught a crucial word and had almost forgotten that she was supposed to work today. But because of Ji Chenyu's sudden and unexpected appearance, her work schedule had been thrown into complete chaos.

They waited at this birthplace for a long time, recording the speed at which the black miasma from these cave openings converged into the armadillo-beast, and calculated the time when the beasts appeared least frequently. Luo Ze planned to take some people down to investigate shortly.

What happened here was merely the tip of the iceberg in this world; not every cat was as easy to coax as this domestic shorthair. Having a human master in this world actually protected her from being hunted down by other cats.

Hearing Cheng Feng's remarking that he was just joking, Lu Wei clenched her fists, pounded them gently against Cheng Feng's chest, and said, "I'm not talking to you anymore. You only know how to bully people."

She had already come home late, only to discover upon her return that Song Moting hadn't back yet, and neither had her second sister.

Just as Cheng Feng finished speaking the name Cheng Long, the white Qilin seemed to understand their conversation and immediately let out a roar, appearing extremely satisfied with the name.

It was just that this wedding had been a bit rushed, and by the time many big figures received the news, the ceremony was already over.

However, the energy in this world was noticeably of a higher grade; the Body Integration Realm was equivalent to the Qi Conduration Realm of the Cangyun Continent.

Reluctantly retrieving his academy identity badge, Cheng Feng transferred 1.5 million out of the 1.6 million contribution points in his account to the orange-robed mentor guarding the Scripture Pavilion.

Shouldn't a normal newborn baby be crying loudly? Was there something wrong with this baby? After all, she had been tossed around quite a bit along the journey—could the turbulence have caused some issue for the child?