Ning Qi? What a familiar name. Lu Changqing frowned slightly. He felt he had heard it somewhere before, yet suddenly could not remember where. His two lackeys were the same.
Zhan Wuji nodded, his expression darkening. He had not expected such a bizarre scene to truly exist. It seemed the matter from last time had been real.
In an instant, Kobe dribbled between his legs and swiftly drove toward the other side, coming level with Stitch in a flash.
She understood Gu Lingchen best. He was cold on the outside but warm within; he looked indifferent, yet he was attentive, able to look after things others failed to notice. With an Older Brother like him, she felt very fortunate.
Yet D'Antoni was a newbie coach. Despite lacking depth in the lineup, he still worked his starters ruthlessly, always sending out the same few players without knowing how to adapt. It could easily exhaust the players and lead to injuries.
Just as my cousin-in-law and I were hesitating over whether to go back, there was a sharp snap, and the lights immediately came on.
Jiang Guwei felt wronged too. His entire body ached terribly, but the pain was all in his flesh and skin; even going to the hospital would be useless. Especially once Tu Xiaofei was pulled away, he had strength again.
Ning Zihou looked toward Bond Marcos without saying a word. He was waiting for a reasonable explanation.
As the DJ roared at the top of his lungs, the atmosphere finally reached its climax. Nets fans cheered and clapped hard, releasing all their passion and energy.
Gu Lingchen stood with both hands in his pockets, his coldly handsome face dark and somber, his profound gaze fixed on her face.
At the instant of death, a dazzling, blinding light surged