After clearing out the ward of the "bag-headed patients," Aoko Aozaki searched around and finally found the elevator hall in the laboratory building. She took the elevator back to the locked room on the previous floor, where a patient was tied to a chair.
"Is someone there?" A gentle yet slightly suppressed female voice came from the patient with a cloth bag over her head. She twisted her body, seemingly trying to break free from the chair's restraints. "Can you help me? I...
"No!" she refused without a second thought. Staying in the palace was nowhere near as good as being outside.
After saying that, Xiaotian seemed to feel like a failure and grew sad. His father had just said that today was his mother's birthday, yet he understood nothing about it.
I kept staring at the door. Only when the big man lunged close did I casually slap out with one palm, striking him squarely in the chest. He let out a muffled groan and flew backward, then collapsed to the ground without moving.
Seeing a faint blush spread across Yin Liusu's cheeks, Lu Yucheng's earlier gloom inexplicably eased considerably.
But now, looking at Ji Shaoting's pained face and earnest gaze, she hazily thought she was dreaming.
All the way there, Xia Siwan kept mentally preparing herself, telling herself that no matter what happened, she had to answer smoothly and not back down so easily.
The Zhuge family's First Elder could now confirm that this Immortal Cultivator at the Divine Venerable stage was Zhang Fan's subordinate. Zhang Fan's strength had already reached the point where he could contend with major Immortal Cultivation sects.
There were no streetlights here. All the light came from the round moon hanging in the sky and the carriage that was nearly burned out. After