Chapter 64: Young Vampire, Who Stole My Car?

The quarrel among the survivors of Gujiao City was of no concern to Qiao Jia; she and the system had already tracked down the location of the Morton blood clan. When the Morton blood clan passed through Gujiao City, they stayed in the castle occupied by the local bloodline family. The scouts from Giant Tree City had been watching Gujiao for over a day, waiting patiently until the camp was finally abandoned.

Including the monsters of Gujiao City, the Morton blood clan was trapped in the middle of a deserted avenue. Qiao Jia and the system crouched nearby.

Freshly awakened, her loose, tousled waves spilled around her shoulders, lending her an air of languid allure. Upon their sudden encounter, Han Xue was stunned by Yu Qing’s beauty—her delicate brows like autumn waters, her jade-like skin caressed by the breeze. Even with her pregnant belly, her natural charm was undiminished.

Blue Moon, still unable to see that fantastical portal. Lin Yi, resigned, had no choice but to enter the secret palace alone.

“I’ve said it before—I was only doing the immortal a favor, passing on his true flame for him.” As for Xiao Rufeng’s death, Lin Yi would never tell Chu Han’er.

I followed Er Mao’s advice: two packs of milk a day, one in the morning, one at night. At noon, I ate more, and after school, played basketball with Er Mao and the others on the playground. Dinner was after evening self-study, once I returned home.

Caught off guard, he was sent flying, and Zhuang Nan followed up without hesitation, leaving Doinb with no hope of escape.

“Class monitor, your house is so big! The layout and design are just like those in the city—so stylish. It must be so comfortable to live here.” Li Ya chatted as she followed me upstairs.

I felt she was deliberately putting on a show for Er Mao. She must have noticed his hand, stretching out then pulling back.

“Linghu Chong? Who is Linghu Chong? Who’s Linghu Chong?” Duan Lang looked at the excited crowd around him, utterly bewildered.

He shifted his gaze to the trio of Xuanyuan Yi. He believed the greatest upheaval was the sudden appearance of these two game protagonists. If not for their interference, he would never have failed.

“Brother Zhang, don’t keep calling me governor. For now, I’m just the executive vice governor—still a ways from the real thing! It’s not good if others overhear!” Fu Zongchang said with a smile.

To handle such investigations, the public security force was not fully under his control. Li Wei had yet to take charge of the bureau, and the disciplinary committee remained in Ji Minggang’s hands. Where should he start?

The eyeball tracking system on the ceiling slowly lit up as she opened her eyes, growing brighter with her movements, until at last, when she opened the door, it seamlessly joined with the light in the corridor.

Especially when she saw him for the first time—her heart pounded, the instinctive reaction to beauty.

Congratulatory gifts were all well and good, but what the court cared about was what the Prince of Zhou would send—jewels, antiques, and paintings were nothing; it would be best if he presented… a chest of fresh auspicious creatures to dazzle everyone.

Back at the Tianqi Tower, the frontline gathering place on Yanhuang Star, Luo Tianhuan’s left eye had not yet been infused with GRT—the G-virus—and he could not see in the dark. At that time, Luo Tianhuan had already suffered a brutal beating from Renault.

Indeed, it was the first time since arriving in Hanzhong that he had parted from Huan Ling for so long, the first time he received a letter from him.

Fortunately, Song Shi had the layout plan for the economic park. They would have to send craftsmen from the refugees back to the capital to build gardens, factories, kilns, and machinery, and manage the workers; otherwise, this year none of them could return to court with their colleagues.

Luo Tianhuan had seen the statue of the Phantom God, but had never known what the deity looked like. This explained why, though Luo Tianhuan could see the Phantom God, he could never see his face. But Olysia was different; she still retained the Phantom God’s memories and knew his appearance.

Especially after several times being misled by Fangfang, which directly confused Tang Qie’s Belluni. As soon as he opened his mouth, he broke down in tears, hands pressed to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a puddle formed beneath him.