Being Targeted

It seems that killing players with special identities yields even more ghost coins.
If she were to kill Zhao Yueyang, who served as the spokesperson for an S-rank Ghost King, she would undoubtedly acquire an even greater sum of ghost coins.
With this thought in mind, Xie Yunting shifted her gaze toward the residential area designated for players.
A hint of excitement flickered within her crimson eyes—Xie Yunting had never been one to fear offending others.
Let alone the Myriad Shadows Ghost King, with whom she had already forged a deep enmity.
After pausing briefly to ponder in place,
Madame Zheng sent people over there to finish arranging everything, and the banquet here subsequently dispersed. The various noble ladies and male guests were invited to Jade Spring Temple, which was situated in the northern part of the city. Its location was rather secluded, sitting just a step away from the outskirts.

"You've been waiting anxiously, haven't you? I'm here," the old man said with a wide grin, bending down to pull up the weeds surrounding the grave before sitting beside the tombstone and gently stroking it.
He hurriedly opened his phone, and upon checking, an extraordinary wave of pleasant surprise washed over him—his online soulmate, Blood Rose, had finally replied to him.
"This is a glorious yet arduous responsibility. Aren't you afraid it will crush me?" Bai Qianhui embraced Yinling and gently kissed her forehead.
Yu Qing sometimes detested Yang Jiuhuai with a biting hatred, but whenever he remembered not only snatching away Song Zhiwu but even luring Gu Fang over as well, he felt there was nothing left to hate, having essentially severed Yang Jiuhuai's left and right arms.
"From now on, you must tell me wherever you go and whatever you do, or else I will never speak to you again." Yun'er looked at Yinling, her eyes filled with deep concern mingled with a trace of entreaty.
Behind him, Liu Pinggui trembled all over as if he had seen a ghost. Bao Lianyang's appearance was thoroughly unfamiliar, but that slightly hoarse voice was one he would never forget. Who else could it be if not Zuo Hantian, the Martial Arts Alliance leader who had suddenly broken in that night to beguile him into joining the Demon God Cult?
Why was it always he who took the initiative while the other person remained completely unruffled and secure? No, he would have to make inquiries about Yufeng's family background later on! Since Lengyue had already brought this up, could Lengyue guarantee that Yufeng would preserve her chastity before marriage? As things stood, that possibility certainly seemed to exist.
When it was time to return, Madame Zheng had Hao Hua go in her stead to see Hao Qian off, then retreated to the inner chambers without a shred of reluctance, claiming she needed to prepare her lessons and completely ignoring Hao Qian's expectant gaze.
It was impossible to tell whether his words carried sarcasm or flattery. All those recent rumors were merely Tao Beizhi creating momentum for Zhu Xin's ascension to the throne, and anyone with a brain understood what was truly going on.
This Buddha, known as the Victorious King Buddha of the Wisdom Banner, was the master of the Constant Light Banner Buddha who had been slain by Lin Xiao. Now that the Constant Light Banner Buddha had been killed, the wrath of the Victorious King Buddha surpassed that of all other Buddhas; as the primary instigator, he immediately mobilized his entire elite force to annihilate the Creation Kingdom.
Such a magical treasure was exceedingly rare, and even with the formidable abilities of the Heavenly Yin Sect's deputy leader, he could not help but feel immense pressure, forcing him to recall his blood crow avatar to restrain "Yi Xiantian."
The current Ruri Chiyo had not grown through hardships like her original counterpart; she simply wanted to make up for the joy she had missed out on in the past.
"Uh," Ichigo froze. It was only then that he remembered his homeroom teacher, though somewhat eccentric, was still quite "friendly" towards students who skipped classes for no particular reason.
Isane was stunned; she lacked the words to describe the shock she felt at that moment. She never expected such an expression to appear on Unohana's face. Right then, Unohana looked as though something inside her was desperately trying to break free, while she fought frantically to suppress it.
At the summit of a mountain range, Su Ming sat cross-legged, having remained motionless there for seven full days. For these seven days, he did not stir at all, completely immersed in the circulation of Qi and blood within his body as he awaited the arrival of the full moon.
Once he sensed someone's death, Zhou Yan immediately judged based on his prior experience that his own peril was likely imminent.
"Yuer!" Zuo Yuanqing roared in fury, plunging downward without a single glance back. Meanwhile, the head of that gigantic dragon had already formed, its scales sharp and jagged, and it lunged at Zuo Yuanqing with its bloody maw wide open, roaring fiercely.