Chapter 60: I Want to Be With You

"Alright, stop crying." Gu Bin's heart softened, and he finally couldn't help but pull her into his arms. "I'm not angry with you. It's my mother's fault. If the change in personnel happened, it's probably related to her. Leave this to me. Give me some time, and I'll solve it."

"Okay."

Hearing his promise, Lin Xiyu felt a bit better. At this moment, she was delicate and helpless, relying on him completely, depending on him with all her heart.

Gu Bin's sense of grievance melted away in that instant.

In the next moment, a pure radiance rose from Old Zhu's back, swiftly gathering before his chest. In just a breath, it enveloped him completely.

It seemed as though the British media were always targeting him, which left him frustrated. But watching Ferguson being interviewed, he understood something even more clearly: the British media weren't targeting him specifically, but every head coach was under fire.

Kang Ming then called Liu Zhiqiang, instructing him to prepare for tomorrow's Fire Safety Open Day and to bring out all the promotional brochures.

If Cristiano Ronaldo passed the ball to a teammate, it would have been better, but Rooney was tightly marked, and the other forward, Saha, was in mediocre form, missing two good chances. The rest of Manchester United's players weren't particularly threatening in front of goal either.

This made it difficult for PSV Eindhoven to impose restrictive defense. If they guarded the left flank, the right would open up for shots; if they stopped Simpson, Braniff would find space. Even when they lined up across the edge of the penalty area, using crowd tactics, their opponent, defender Livermore, could launch a threatening cannon shot from over twenty meters out.

Just as the vice-captain finished speaking, Zhao Li burst out laughing, making him even more embarrassed, his expression growing unpleasant.

Giles responded fervently, pleasing the Heart Demon, who nodded in satisfaction. Though carrying the Ghost Rider's skull was of little real use, eliminating the Ghost Rider was a victory nonetheless.

Seeing Luo Chuan so different from usual, Ke Xue sat down opposite him, curious, waiting for him to speak.

What could Luo Chuan say? He had already eaten it. Was he supposed to tell them now that what he'd eaten might have been human flesh? Throwing up wasn't the issue; losing his mind would be. After so many days, Luo Chuan couldn't take him to Old Xing for testing—it was surely digested by now.

It wasn't that he didn't want to remove his disguise first, but the mask was single-use, only washable with a special solution he hadn't brought, and Jing Lan didn't carry such rarely used items either.

Because the advisors knew Guo Jing might appear suddenly, they had to wait for him to leave; otherwise, the plan would be thrown into uncertainty.

Without hesitation, he exerted all his strength, raising his arms and smashing them down toward the person who had managed to grab the pistol from the floor.

Aside from Jia Wei, no one knew about Zhen Jiali's return to open the hotel, so Rong Liang, Xiao Hua, and Song Jin all looked at him in unison.

"Hmph, Lager's real name is Ji Ming. He's my father. Now you should finally understand why!" Ji Hua, seeing herself exposed, simply revealed everything.

Only those from the demon clans who had once visited Huang Huan to commission weapons and tasted his skills could vaguely guess the truth.

Tonight was no different. Chen Long continued practicing Tai Chi in the courtyard, as he felt that after days of training, he was close to breaking through to the late stage of Bone Refinement. This delighted him, spurring him to redouble his practice.

Tang Shaoling glanced at him, refraining from commenting on how clichéd and uninspired this plot twist was.

Of course, among the disciples truly ranked in the top ten, there was little change, for their combat power was so immense that no one could surpass them in a short time.

Everyone present felt a chilling wind swirl about them. Some secretly wondered: Kongming Hall was a righteous sect, yet its foremost prodigy wielded a soul banner, such a sinister and poisonous spiritual artifact. This was truly inappropriate.