The sound carried over like the roar of the Tide-Watching Sword's sea waves. Su Jing must have started fighting someone.
The two rushed over to investigate and saw a blue light stretched like a wall across a section of cliff beside the river valley. Su Jing was controlling the Tide-Watching Sword as it flew forth and slashed at the wall of light, wave after unbroken wave crashing toward it.
A person was protected within the center of that light wall, yet did not fight back. Instead, a conch roughly the size of a zhang hung above his head as he stared intently and nervously at Lin Shuangyu on the other side. To put it simply, the other party paid five hundred yuan, and the work would belong to them from then on. It would have nothing whatsoever to do with Bai Tong anymore—whether they hired someone to adapt it, ghostwrite it, make it into a film, or turn it into a television series, none of it would have anything to do with Bai Tong.
The gray, hazy ghost domain spread outward at an unbelievable speed. Ashes of burnt paper drifted continuously down from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the entire city of Dachang was covered by this ghost domain.
Her memories of last night stopped at getting into the car. After that, she vaguely remembered falling asleep, but then there was a complete blank—she could not remember anything at all.
She entered the casino once more, reverted to her original appearance after changing her disguise, and then left the casino.
He had searched through untold hardships for Mingzhu'er for more than a decade. He could not accept the fate of being separated by the ends of the earth the moment they reunited.
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