Chapter 230: Bai Xiaoyu, Bai Li, Hong Li: The Sisters

The ancestor's pancake was just scribbled nonsense, but Wang Yulou actually believed it.

It was like the Emperor's New Clothes, Mangxiang version—but the ancestor was far more terrifying than the Emperor; his words weren't decrees carved in stone, yet they often became reality as if spoken law.

Many people thought the same as Wang Yulou.

That lowlife Mangxiang, no matter how worthless, surely at least three or five of the twenty Purple Mansion pancakes he drew could come true?

Three or five is too much—even two or three would do. After all—

His entire briefing had no order—he just blurted out whatever came to mind, feeling his way forward, adjusting on the fly.

"Of course! That's why I wanted Qin'er to join! Qin'er isn't an outsider—how could I not think of my own people?" Dong Ling said quickly with a smile.

But after receiving the report, Dr. Ace's gloomy face darkened further, and even Er Ya's usually expressionless face showed a flicker of shock, making An Xiaoxiao's heart instantly rise higher.

Because of the military data Tianxing brought back, he understood the military forces on Libi Star Six almost completely. Only the information on No. 3 Heavy Metal remained partially known.

If An Xiaoxiao hadn't been slightly lowering her head and Gu Chen hadn't been staring out the window, Gu Chen might have noticed her barely concealed scheme.

He had assumed Sheng Ruosi would be heavy, given how much she ate, but he hadn't expected her to be so light—so light he could lift her effortlessly without feeling any weight, probably under ninety jin.

"What about the side effects?" Ellicoe didn't yet understand Yonglin; she ignored the main effect entirely, since potions that restore mana had existed since ancient times, so Ellicoe wasn't particularly surprised.

How powerful the Holy Lord may be—once in her hands, who could possibly walk out alive? Obviously, that was impossible.

If nothing unexpected happens, this unrest will likely take one or two years to quell. But since the Lunren were allowed to meddle in their own affairs, Qingmu didn't bother—Qingmu wasn't a nanny, but a leader: giving direction, not specifics.

"How's it different?" Gu Chen laughed, leaning in to kiss her pouting lips, his eyes brimming with tenderness; holding her like a baby, he walked forward like a conjoined twin, ignoring the envious glances around him.

She sighed, pulled out Ai Xi's number, and couldn't help but form a strange thought.

"Haha, too subtle! People who don't know you'd think you're talking about the weather—be more direct." Ji Ran corrected with a laugh.

Ma Bao's excited shout came through; Ma Zi stepped out of the bathroom, clothes covered in foam.

In a daze, a crimson wind swept past; Zhizi smelled the scent and her spirit wavered. A shadow appeared before her, extending sharp, glowing claws. A blade's flash darted from the left—the shadow retreated.

Nalan Xiao regretted causing Sima Empress's death; he loved only Sima Empress—he could never, under any circumstance, posthumously enthrone her.

It's like how many people feel envy toward those slightly richer than themselves, but no one envies Bill Gates—the gap is simply too vast, there's no point in envy.

"Alright." Xia He ignored everyone else, grabbed Abigail's hand, signaled Professor Raphael to follow, and turned straight toward the bunker's underground entrance.

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of boos rose around him—clearly, Ma Chao had already admitted defeat and wanted to reclaim his pride on horseback.

"Minglang, you were born in Hell—if you truly can pass these trials, fine. But if you have no confidence, don't force it!" Hu Jiu said, smiling as he blocked Minglang just before he stepped into the forest.