Chapter 28: Divining Fate (2)

Fu Yuan looked at Platelet, who seemed to have lost all her strength, slumping in her chair with a vacant gaze.

"It is merely a tarot card fortune-telling game; treat it as nothing more than a bit of fun." Fu Yuan frowned slightly, gently placing a hand on her thin shoulder and giving it a light squeeze to offer comfort.

She bent down slightly, bringing her gaze level with Platelet's, her expression sincere. "Besides, I have always believed that fate is not predetermined; it can be—"

About five minutes later, Lu Yan’an shoved all the bank cards into Chi Yin’s hands, as happy as a puppy.

The ability to become a boss is a setting that has attracted countless players, and now, the players finally saw someone else turn into a demon.

Hearing Chi Yin’s voice, Han Jingmo’s expression stiffened, and he turned his head slowly as if in disbelief.

At the oath-taking ceremony ten days ago, Cai Xu had almost perfectly accomplished the three things he had set out to do.

Ye Qingyan was momentarily unsure if the newcomer was a friend of Su Nianshuang, so her hand, gripped tightly around the hilt of her sword, loosened slightly.

The fact that no one was willing to associate with her proved that no one would waste time or effort plotting against her behind her back.

Moreover, the Shanggu Commandery itself was quite desolate; apart from the two major cities of Juyong and Juyang, there was truly no profit to be gleaned elsewhere.

Watching Lin Chong communicate with Dyna, Zhao Kai hurriedly walked toward the office door on tiptoe. The thought of being taken to space was out of the question. Just as he was about to open the door and slip out of the office to find a reason to leave the TPC headquarters and avoid returning for a while, he hoped Lin Chong wouldn't notice.

Chi Yin recounted what she had seen the previous day to the Minister of the Grand Court of Revision, but she did not name Jiang Yiran, whom she had encountered at the tea house.

After watching for a while, I suddenly felt that being a news anchor for a financial channel seemed quite cool. Everyone could see me speaking, and I could bring financial information to the public; I really like this profession.

However, there was still a distance to cover from the East Ghost King’s territory to the East Ghost King’s mansion, and that would be the perfect time to strike.

On the other side, after Star-Lord and his group reached what was currently a safe zone, they all collapsed onto the ground, one by one.

The sobbing continued. He said nothing more and gently pushed open his door, where a simple figure came into view.

He had met Mr. Wilson a few times. For some reason, seeing his eyes made his whole body turn cold, as if he were staring at death itself.

"What should we do?! The bleeding won't stop!! If this continues, it will really cost a life!!" The landlady’s tearful exclamation instantly pulled Shan Mingze back to reality. Seeing Xixi’s pale face and the blood-soaked bed, he wore a look as ferocious as a demon, which stunned the landlady into silence.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Ximen Jing’s forehead. To kill one’s own lover and extract their soul to practice dark arts—this person was truly ruthless to the core.

"Pietro!" Xiao Lin shouted in the direction where Pietro had disappeared. He did not expect him to turn back and charge at him, a fierce gust of wind from his punch striking toward his chest.

"Then goodbye. Life will eventually wither; only death is eternal. I will await your arrival in the realm of death." As soon as she finished speaking, Death vanished from before Xiao Lin, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. He had been worried that she would forcibly drag him away.

In the main hall of the headquarters, Xu Lianshan, Li Qingqiu, and many other high-ranking elders were all struggling with this headache.

The paladin’s gait and demeanor were extraordinary, and the style of his armor was unique—it was his teacher, Uther. Arthas’s hands trembled slightly as he gripped Frostmourne. Suppressing the myriad of confusions and anxieties in his heart, he ordered his men to advance.

Lin Qingchun was overjoyed; he lunged forward, grabbed Li Fugui’s black feathered wings, and simultaneously unleashed his golden sword, slashing fiercely at his back.

Helpless, Uncle Liu had to resort to a mix of scolding, coaxing, and empty promises of buying tasty treats once they reached the county seat, finally managing to arrive at Changle County by the afternoon.