Chapter 963: Origins

Mo Hua stared again, focusing closely.

The Imperial Prince in the dragon coffin bore a face distinct from Yu'er's; though equally youthful, it carried an innate majesty, unlike Yu'er's gentle charm.

Yet their eyebrows and eyes looked remarkably similar.

Why?

Why did he resemble Yu'er at all?

Mo Hua frowned slightly.

"Is Yu'er the Imperial Prince of the Da Huang clan?"

"Or does he have Da Huang imperial blood?"

Just as Lin Mo and Gu Yibai were baffled, the interrogation room door opened, and Director Hou Jie entered.

The man gave no reply and walked away without looking back. Zhou Renyi sat at his desk, trying to calm himself—but failed. The next second, he hurled the computer on the desk onto the floor.

Apparently, Sun Wukong's Fire Eyes Golden Gaze had more functions than just this one; I wonder if my own eyes will bring me more surprises later.

"Guys, I can't take it anymore. Since everyone's decided to do it, let's do it now—here are my two rules."

Because of this, she was looked down upon by her in-laws even before she married; had she not constantly pleased her mother-in-law and convinced Li Guangyuan to do business to show the Li family tangible benefits, her life would have been unimaginable.

She feared delays would bring disaster and hesitated not at all; with a single thought, she immediately sought to take Jiang Xinrui's life on the spot.

The two basic abilities of a Dead Speaker are calling the dead and seeing souls near corpses. Digging where the child appeared was certainly correct, but it was dark then, and the resentment was too strong—Lin Mo could not pinpoint the exact burial site.

Instantly, everyone was startled—even Shu Mo himself froze, thinking he'd hallucinated.

Li Mingyu's face bore a constant smile, while Kimich's face, which had previously resembled a bitter melon, now broke into a relieved grin.

If SuperPlay's status in the country was like Steam's in the past, then Lei Ting was equivalent to two of them.

Thud—it landed on the ground. The primordial force radiated from his soles, and the hard concrete cracked in a spiderweb pattern—crack, crack, crack, crack.

It is said that Zhang Ya Jiu spent exactly forty-nine days forging this sword, and as soon as it was removed from the furnace, its sword qi surged, radiating a decisive, martial aura.

The remaining ten percent belongs to the lands protected by the Three Divine Spirits and those nations not yet entirely extinguished.

Yet Chen Li somehow contacted him, and knew his dragon team had already begun exploring the D language.

Generally, if there was no new work, the factory director wouldn't hold meetings. Probably because winter orders were nearly finished, no meeting was needed.

Everyone else remained silent; among them, no one came from a poor family. The only one from a peasant background, Tao Yuanming, looked deeply troubled.

In the ruined city wasteland, nearly all buildings had collapsed and could crumble at any moment, unfit to serve as true shelters.

Everyone attended the same classes, yet some scored full marks while others struggled to pass.

Now I understand—she seemed to have come specifically to warn us not to go out. Huo Xiaoran and I exchanged a knowing glance; for once, we truly understood each other.

Gu Shi took a quick look and frowned, but still asked Qiuyue politely about her future plans.

After so many years as husband and wife, how could she not understand Ye Zhengkai's true intentions? His heart had always belonged to Liu Tong; all his efforts were aimed at defeating Chu Dayong and winning Liu Tong back. If she couldn't see this, she truly deserved to be his wife.

Now that Yin Hua remains unmarried and such a scandal has arisen, her reputation will inevitably suffer. Fortunately, the Ning'an Princess intervened and preserved her dignity—but Ning'an's husband's current situation in the Southern Frontier was well known to him.