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 Research Institute, the vice dean was still pacing back and forth. "How's the situation?" As soon as he saw that someone had come in, the vice dean immediately questioned. That person's expression was quite marvelous. "Vice Dean... Zhou Wanglin has been killed, someone stabbed him right through the heart with a knife." "Geng Yan has a thunder-type ability. If Geng Yan was the one who killed him, he certainly wouldn’t have used a knife. If it wasn’t Geng Yan, then it must’ve been Ji Anran. Unexpectedly, that little white face still has a few tricks at hand. It’s also unknown what exactly Geng Yan did, that he managed to work together from both sides with Ji Anran to kill off Zhou Wanglin." "That trash! Geng Yan and them had been busy killing zombies until now, yet he can’t even capture one p...

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. This time, the shift Geng Yan’s team had been assigned was from the evening until midnight, a period during which many people in the base would be fast asleep. Of course, those who were supposed to be on shift would still be at their posts, but then... they all got blinded. What about that promised breaking up? "As I had said, how the h★ll would they really break up. They were still living together the entire time. Even if there was conflict at some point, they would still reconcile sooner or later." "This d★mn zombie tide, I'll be dead from this exhaustion before they’re all completely finished!“ A person complained, whose resentment inside practically couldn’t get any stronger. There were many logistics personnel near the city wall, and as it was time for shift handover, there were a lot of people moving around. Althoug...

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. The next morning, Cen Simiao sat in front of the dining table to eat. Only she had gotten up. She raised her eyes to look upstairs. The cooking auntie had gone to get her a cup of warmed milk, when she came back, her eyes followed Cen Simiao’s gaze over to the upstairs before giving a cold hum. This auntie has worked in the family since the original’s mother was still alive and had watched over the original as she grew up, so the affection that the auntie had towards the original was definitely different compared to others. Cen Simiao pacified her with a few words, then, after she finished eating, she carried another cup of milk upstairs, heading directly to Gu Yu's room. The auntie who was still downstairs simply sighed, her heart just felt really indignant for the other, feeling: the Miss has such a kind heart, she would definitely su...

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: domestic violence Gu Yu appeared to be in a trance these days. His mind was in a mess like a cotton-filled duvet, unable to hold his ground on company affairs anymore. Father Gu went back to flip over several reports, only to feel his temples throbbing and could only laugh amidst his anger. Having smashed a mug on the ground: "Truly a useless second-generation, to even dare to eat, drink and have fun using the company!" Hearing these words, the coldness in his heart was no less than that of the December river water in the middle of winter. In these past days, Gu Yu had already done his best with all his efforts, until he no longer had any drive of energy for anything else, until there was only a patch of blue under his eyes, until, even as a person who typically cared about his attire the most, there were even wr...