Chapter 82: Food

Ye Cheng played two games with Li Chengye.

Each of them won one game, ending in a draw.

Although Ye Cheng’s opening strategies were quite innovative, after all, he was facing Li Chengye, a true master of the game. Li Chengye quickly saw through the deeper intentions behind Ye Cheng’s arrangements and made timely adjustments to counter them.

By now, night had fallen.

Li Chengye wished to continue playing, but he had no choice but to call it a day.

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The last thought that drifted through Lin Ye’s mind before he fell into a deep sleep was: If only I still had my magic! But this must be that so-called “Crimson Hall.”

Ye Tian’s heart pounded wildly; she had been too hasty just now and forgot to put the item into her storage pouch. Now that it had been discovered at a glance, what should she do?

Yet what she saw were still those adorable black eyes and that gentle face. Only now, the eyes had sunk deep, revealing the vacant look of someone at death’s door, while the mouth struggled for breath. There was no reproach or condemnation on that face, not even a trace of fear—only anxiety, the worry that she might never find the strength to speak again.

As long as she could unleash enough damage in the moment they gained control of the other side, perhaps she could still turn the tide.

“No!” Yue Hong leaned back against the wolfskin cushion on his chair. “Wuguo’s secret arrival this time surely has an ulterior motive.” He could not help but ponder: since he could obtain news of Xi Chen’s dragon vein, what about Wuguo?

Chen Wuzhen, in truth, did not know how the matter was ultimately resolved, but he knew it caused quite a sensation.

“I’m telling you, weren’t you also disobedient?” Yue Yan’s eyes looked tenderly at Luhuanong.

Song Qinghao’s bright eyes dimmed, and his voice trembled a little as he said, “Didn’t she reject Wang Chen? Where did this boyfriend come from? Besides, how do you know she has a boyfriend?” He was searching for evidence to prove Song Jingjing’s words were not true.

In that instant, he was utterly hopeless. He could not believe he was still alive, could not believe what he had said, could not believe any of it. He wanted to do something more, but he was powerless.

He found all kinds of inspirational quotes and cynical quips, but not one could bring him comfort. Perhaps it was because he himself had written countless such sayings, that he understood best the harsh reality behind them.

What right did she have to disregard her? The very sight of her eyes filled her with anger, arrogance tinged with contempt, as if she could see right through her—she hated her.

Down below, there was a vast, bottomless abyss. Its breadth was so immense that the moment Zhan Xiu first set eyes on it, he was struck by a sense of boundless grandeur.

The old man took the mask, first helping Young Master Mo put his on, then handing out the remaining masks to the others. Uncle Huang took the mask the old man handed over, examined it, touched its material, and was startled. He looked up at the group and saw that once they donned the masks, their appearances all changed. Was this the legendary human-skin mask?

Zhang Jiaming furrowed his brow, silently staring at his father. That look of confusion had appeared on his own face more than once.

Disrespectful then, so be it! After all, I’d never intended to respect you! Lin Hao thought to himself with a sneer, turning his head—only to find Dino glancing this way, while Dia had already fallen fast asleep.

“This outfit is too revealing. I want to change into something else,” Tu Baobao said, her face flushed.

Half a month later, Shen Xinyi officially started work at the company. Gu Yi had returned to the hospital. The search for their family members simply faded away unresolved.

At these words, everyone immediately tensed, each becoming vigilant, except for Gu Fan, who felt that this ghostly aura carried a vague sense of intimacy, as if it were somehow familiar.

By the time they finished discussing all these matters, most of the day had passed. The key leaders stayed for dinner, while the remaining civil and military officials each went off to attend to their own affairs.