Novels with 韵

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. In the punishment court of the law enforcement base, many people came here to observe the punishment. Ordinary people didn’t have the qualifications to come here, so the people that came, aside from Ji Anran and his teammates, were the powerhouses who had been led around and played like monkeys that day. "Hey, didn’t you just get off shift, why didn’t you go back to rest?" "That day going to Geng Yan's home, I don't even want to bring up again how humiliating it was. Before I went out, my son was still cheering me on for being a “zombie-killing” hero. Then afterward... The entire family laughed at me." " Sigh , it was the same with me." Ji Anran stood in the viewing area that was off to the side, looking at Chen Xiaohui with a paled face. "Geng- ge , that whip is so thick! That whip even seems to h...

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. At this time, Ji Anran, the "weakest" in the team, didn't know that he again had another person aiming at him as the target but was still lying in Geng Yan's bed, slumbering away. A base-wide whistle sounded right on time, waking all those who were still sleeping. "Hurry and get up, there’s only half an hour left before shift change.." Ji Anran rubbed his eyes and walked into the bathroom, planning to wash up. Only after staring at the sink for a good while did Ji Anran finally recover to recognize that this wasn’t his bedroom, who then shuffled in his slipper back out. By the time Ji Anran finished changing his clothes, Geng Yan was already done preparing breakfast. En, not something freshly cooked, but just a prepackaged sandwich that had already been unwrapped. Ji Anran took two bites of the sandwich in hand, ...

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. In the base’s staff residential area, the lights were still on in a certain resident’s house. "Vice Dean, are you really going to make your move during the zombie tide? The risk of this isn’t small, you have to consider it well." A person said as they took a puff of their cigarette. "We currently only have second-order ability users on hand, but they are all too weak. Those test subjects aren’t durable at all. Just from carrying out a dozen or so tests and they’re all scrapped." The vice-dean seemed to feel it was such a pity. The one who was smoking frowned. "You’ve already been studying it for so long, are you really able to create us something that can allow our strength to increase by leaps and bounds?" "Of course. Have you never thought about it? Ever since the apocalypse began, some people have come ...

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. Trigger Warnings: punishment, whip-lashes Ji Anran took a quick step back and carefully perused the living room. The living room was very clean and tidy, the placement of everything was exactly the same as before they left. The things in his bedroom were also perfectly fine, there were no changes at all to their number or position... If we were to ignore the bed that seemed to have disappeared into thin air. No matter how he looked at this setting, it just didn't seem as if a thief had come to their door. After all, how could a thief not take anything at all but just choose to take his useless and bulky bed which was cumbersome to carry? If it's not a break-in burglary, then it must be an inside job. "Geng- ge , is it convenient for you to explain what a good thing you’ve done?" Ji Anran looked back at Geng Yan. Geng Yan s...

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. Cen Simiao flipped through the recorded information on customers, which had their price quotes written on the side as added remarks. The table lamp by her bedside was on, casting a silhouette of her cheeks upon the wall. Her expression was rather elusive. Lu Mi had intentionally forgotten and left it in her office when he visited earlier in the day. The information in the table was quite detailed. After a rough skim over, her eyes were fixed on the four words on the lower right corner. Now we’re only missing the east wind [1] … Imitate Gu Yu's handwriting.

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. Wu Lichen didn’t have any scenes to be filmed in the afternoon and so had wanted to stay with Cen Simiao, but Luo Yu didn't have any awareness at all and followed them wherever they went. Finally, he even said that they would be going back to the hotel to rest, but Luo Yu directly followed up and proposed the idea of going to another place to drink and play. Wu Lichen was still calm and collected and was just about to refuse the other when he saw that Ye Minchi had also followed over. Cen Simiao lowered her eyes to hide the curved corners of her lips, then she cleared her throat. "Then let's go eat first, it’s about mealtime." Along the entire way, there wasn’t an instance where Luo Yu's mouth had taken a pause, as he consistently tried to start up a conversation with Cen Simiao. Even if she had only hummed in response...

Please consider supporting this site by turning off or whitelisting this site on your Adblocker. I hope you're reading this on Novels with Yun. Cen Simiao lived at the hotel for a good period of time before heading back home when it was time to discuss the gallery matter. As soon as she entered the door, before she could even catch her breath, the landline rang. She was stunned for a moment before recovering and going over to pick up the phone. Displayed on the screen was Hu Yinli’s number. Pulling out her cell phone from her purse: there is still battery, the signal is fine. Cen Simiao’s eyes narrowed. The call connected. "Yinli." There was an obvious pause from the other side, seemingly having not expected the call to actually be picked up. Fatigue permeated the voice: "Miaomiao, where did you run off to play?" In the past few days, those pictures that Cen Simiao had posted to her friends circle about having gone out to play were something that Hu Yinli knew ...