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I Received Messages From Future Self!

"Hot Noodles request to add you as a friend." An inexplicable friend request, a non-existent contact. Claiming to be a message from herself in the future, intimately knowledgeable about her past. Fang Xiaocao was utterly numb. Hot Noodles: Danger, do not go home tonight. "Is this some kind of joke?" Staring at the WeChat message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes and opened the anti-theft door. Hot Noodles: At midnight, when the knocking starts, don't turn on the light if you don't want to die. In the early morning: 00:00:00 Fang Xiaocao was woken by the knocking sound. She was just about to turn on the bedside lamp when she remembered that bizarre message. She pulled back her hand and stayed put until dawn, only to know her neighbor next door, a woman living alone just like her was murdered at midnight... Fang Xiaocao was suddenly covered in a cold sweat. Hot Noodles: To celebrate our narrow escape from death, go to the flea market before three in the afternoon, stall number 7, and buy the seventh inkstone on the left-hand side. The seller's bottom price is 80, but the inkstone is worth 8 million. After last night's ordeal, Fang Xiaocao inexplicably chose to believe. She successfully bought an inkstone for a hundred dollars, and later discover it was indeed a imperial inkstone from the Qing Qianlong era, worthing 8 million! Fang Xiaocao stood there, dumbfounded! Following the message's instructions, she bought a second-hand car. But little did she know, the guidance was linking her into a series of events that dragged out a murder case and a fortune worth two small goals. Who on earth sent her the messages? It's really her future self? Or it's some kind of bizarre game?

Your fatty · 现代言情
分數不夠
173 Chs

Chapter 126: The Motorcycle Heroine

Villa No. 5!

Hot Noodles set down his phone.

Leaning back on the sofa, he frowned, deep in thought.

He picked up his tablet to have a look.

Still no news from Nightingale.

Taking a deep breath, Hot Noodles stood up from the sofa and walked toward the cloakroom.

Ten minutes later!

Hot Noodles walked out of the cloakroom.

By then, Hot Noodles had changed his clothes.

Under the khaki trench coat, Hot Noodles had tied a Dagger Bag around his waist.

Inside the Dagger Bag, there were more than a dozen Flying Daggers.

On Hot Noodles's lower back, there also hung a black baton.

In his high-top boots, there was a Dagger tucked away.

Hot Noodles went to the living room, picked up the tablet again to check, but there still was no message from Nightingale.

Subconsciously, Hot Noodles furrowed his brows.

He had a feeling that something might have happened to Nightingale.

How dangerous the combination of Axi and Han Xue was, Hot Noodles knew all too well.