Chapter 313: Network Concept, Archaeological Preparation

Xiao Yuying fell silent—after all, she had made plenty of contributions too!

Why should there be a hierarchy?

Zheng Fa towering over her was one thing—she had truly lost—but Zhang Wuyi…

She was Bufuqi!

Zhang Shijie added, "If I were to send you a message talisman, I'd only need to alter these talisman patterns…"

Holding the Feixian Brush, she traced several golden patterns in the air.

"These talisman patterns actually store…

Qi Ran buried her face against Song Yi's chest, rubbing against his clothes to hide her tears.

Thinking of this, and looking at the situation before him, An Changqiu carefully lowered his gaze.

His Chang Xi might not be perfect, and he didn't care what realm she might reach, nor whether she was the Yuan Jun of Donghuang—he cherished her simply because she was Chang Xi, and nothing more.

This power, even Chang Xing Mutian Nan, the political rising star of the Mu family, feared deeply.

The Han family had not let those who came to pay New Year's visits enter the valley, yet invited them in—this showed they truly didn't treat them as outsiders, lifting their spirits greatly.

The service staff didn't hesitate, quickly stepping out—they didn't want to disturb Yang Sannan and the others eating.

All netizens had been closely following the network; after these announcements, they kept watching, and when they saw that four passengers were still missing, their hearts sank.

Compared to the heavenly momentum Mo Feihong had stirred, this daylight was even brighter, as if plunging the entire Dongyun City into daytime, while thunderous roars echoed endlessly across the sky.

Countless discarded steel beams and bricks torn from demolished buildings were continuously hauled from Beidi City and dumped beside the printer, then loaded into the printer's storage bin by operators of loading machines.

"Remember when I first met you—you were only this tall!" Li Hao said, gesturing with his hand while controlling his flying sword to return.

Added to this, the dance style differed from the common styles of Dayin, and paired with Xiang Silan's music, it was utterly breathtaking.

Then came a fist, then another fist, striking toward his soft, delicate face.

"Nothing to say—this porcelain box is poorly fired, not even worthy of being called an antique, just a craft item. In our department store, it'd sell for at most ten yuan," Old Lady Geng spoke first.

These past few days, the weather turned abruptly; the long-anticipated snow finally fell, and temperatures plunged to minus ten degrees Celsius.

Ever since learning the Chu imperial family was a nest of what kind of people, his wife had become jumpy at every shadow.

Liu Dawei glanced once—his own artists were barely holding on; he had no energy to care about others' forwarded messages.

The man rose and walked away; his lonely, sorrowful back made Su Mucheng's heart tighten instantly. Without time to think, she followed after him.

He was just putting on a show—he was vastly outmatched by Jiang Hai in both size and strength.

The food in his mouth, once sweet and delicious, suddenly turned as tasteless as chewing wax; his mind kept flashing with how swiftly she replied to Ye Sheng's messages—how eager and hopeful she had been.

Jiang Fan stomped on his stomach; Fan Tong cried out in pain and collapsed backward, his eyes glazed with dazed confusion.

Driven by the mindset that you can't catch a wolf without risking your child, he unhesitatingly explained the core principles of several secret fist techniques from his Dongzi Sect right before Yueyang Tower.

Xin Mingxiang Baoli's eyes flickered with a faint glimmer, but after a month of searching for her missing father, she had already consulted many detectives and found no leads—so she dared not hope too much.

Yet her expression now was weary; not just hers—in fact, everyone present looked the same. Clearly, many things had happened at the academy since they entered the illusion.