Chapter 43 You Are Not Allowed to Die

What are you talking about dying? Don't say such unlucky things!
Ling Yinyin gripped his wrist tightly.
It doesn't matter, everyone dies. As long as I can see you one last time before I die, I am already very content.
Xiao Ze showed a relieved smile, yet his tone still betrayed a hint of lingering reluctance.
It's just a pity that I never got the chance to make you my female. I suppose I lack that blessing.
Ling Yinyin shook her head.
Even though they continued to talk to her about her older brother, and she listened quietly without chiming in, she repeated every single word they said over and over again, engraving it deeply in her heart.
After repeating this process three or four times, and considering that tennis is a sport that heavily taxes arm strength—having already played several rounds—Zhang Mengyu now began to feel a dull ache in her arms.
Wearing a black tactical vest, black dress trousers, a sweeping black cloak, and a pair of large dark sunglasses, whether in the real world or in virtual reality, he looked very much like a bat.
A distorted and shifting white phantom slowly materialized in front of Han Yang, and as this blurred image gradually solidified into a physical form, the interstellar player known as Elder Lin appeared right before him.
Back in Maple Valley that day, Young Master Wushuang's declaration of taking things from the game into reality was by no means an empty promise.
As for Li Huanrong, if she had consistently sided with Peng He, Ye Xiaowan had already figured out how to deal with both of them. To their surprise, however, Li Huanrong showed not the slightest desire to claim any of those things for herself.
Zhuge Luan felt rather awkward, so he had to nudge Li Bumian with his elbow, which finally brought Li Bumian back to his senses.
He usually used the North Gate, but this time he chose the much more distant West Gate, believing it might throw the pursuers off.
Just as Xia Yuying's blade was about to slash across Tang Kexin's face, in a flash of lightning, Han Yichen raised his gun and fired at the arm holding the knife.
Although Batman did not believe he truly understood those lunatics, he was certain of one thing: what they wanted to defeat was "Batman," not "Bruce Wayne."
Ever since his mother and sister-in-law left, Ziling had been restless, tasting no flavor in his food and finding it hard to sleep at night. He assumed it was simply the sorrow of parting and thus paid it no mind.
No, I really don't have any evidence. Perhaps stirred by Jiang Xinyao's words, Su Han spoke up immediately with a serious expression.
She unfolded the letter and read it, her brows furrowing deeper with every line. When she finished, as per usual, Yu Nu put the letter in her mouth and chewed it up.
Then, following Ye Fei's instructions, Zhang Xiaoxiao leaned in to kiss his ear and neck, gradually resting her ear close to his lips. It looked like an intimate display of affection, and the kidnapper would never suspect that they were secretly communicating and plotting.
The striking characters assaulted the young man's eyes. What caught his attention was not the three hundred million dollar bounty, but the target: Ye Fei.
Xiaoxiao, act natural. Kiss my ear and neck, then bring your ear close to my mouth, and I'll tell you, Ye Fei said quickly, afraid that Zhang Xiaoxiao might forget their main objective.
Tao Bosong's pleading tone, bordering on subservience, tugged deeply at Su Qian'ai's heartstrings.
Naturally, Li Xiaomai knew he currently had no money on him, otherwise he wouldn't have asked her to pay earlier, which was why she deliberately said that. She simply wanted to torment him and make him carry her all the way back. Hmph, that's what he got for calling her fat earlier! They say a gentleman takes his revenge ten years later, but she was no gentleman, so she preferred immediate payback whenever she could.
All the ministers were urgently summoned to the grand audience hall, where they gathered around, whispering and discussing the messenger kneeling in the center of the hall, completely unaware of what had happened.
Luo Yichen sat awake all night until dawn, constantly sipping wine from a goblet while several empty bottles lay scattered on the floor. He meticulously replayed the entire sequence of events in his mind, filled with doubts and utterly unable to find any logical explanation.