Yes, it was true. Absolutely no light could be seen.
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Cheng Muyun unexpectedly released his grip, and Wen Han, as if her entire body had been smashed to pieces, sank into an utter blackness. Meng Liangchuan, who was standing in the shadows, clearly saw how he did it. Unconsciously, he rubbed the back of his own neck.
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When Cheng Muyun left, Zhou Ke stood with his arms crossed and blocked the doorway of that utility room, obstructing Meng Liangchuan's way. "I quite look down on you."
Grinning, Meng Liangchuan responded, "Aw, don't be like that, kid. I put in a lot of work to find you guys."
"And especially your petty bit of cleverness that you're so smug about."
Meng Liangchuan nearly broke with that statement. Sure enough, the people who hung out around that man were not easy pickings either.
"That night in the jungle, I saved you, did you know that?"
Meng Liangchuan paused in surprise. He did not feel that his life had ever been in peril.
Rather amused by the abundance of expressions that had come onto this short man's face, Zhou Ke for once actually had patience and continued telling him, "Of course, I don't need you to thank me for saving your life. For the fact that your neck was not snapped in two by a Tibetan mastiff's jaws that night, you should be bathing and changing into clean clothing to sincerely go to the temple and recite scriptures for half a month, not creating little hindrances and obstacles to interfere with us."
Upon saying this, even Zhou Ke felt irritable.
One of that bespectacled man's favourite sayings all of a sudden came into Zhou Ke's mind: "Rhythm. When you do things, you have to have rhythm." A light suddenly glinted in his eye. Taking advantage of this moment when Meng Liangchuan was still grinning merrily, he sent a foot out and kicked him back into the room.
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Consciousness came back to her.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com
There was the sound of hoofbeats by her ear, faint and regular.
Her abdomen felt as if a heavy hammer was over and over pounding her starving stomach as wave after wave of a sour, acidic feeling rose up from it. Her entire body was aching. She writhed about, trying to stretch her limbs, but to no avail.
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When her vision transitioned from being blurry to clear, she at last somewhat dazedly realized that she had been tossed, like she was some sort of goods, onto the back of a horse, and she could not move at all. From her hands to her feet, she had been tied up.
Before her eyes was a familiar pair of black military boots walking beside the horse. She tried hard to lift her head.
Such a small action was already enough for Cheng Muyun, who was leading the horse and walking alone through the dense forest, to detect it. Turning his head, he cast a glance at her, his eyes entirely icy and black.
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