Chapter 88

Qiao Yingzi finished speaking and, meeting Fang Yifan’s sorrowful gaze, felt a pang of regret for saying those words.

But she simply couldn’t bear to hear Aunt Tong Wenjie keep speaking ill of He Chen.

Besides, they’re in senior year—how could Aunt Tong not even know what’s really going on with her own son’s grades? What kind of mother is she?

If she doesn’t even know that, then moving houses for Fang Yifan’s studies is utterly meaningless.

The familiar pursuit

In the living room, Luo Mengyao sat on the sofa, beside her sat Zhou Biyue, her expression far from pleasant.

“Does His Royal Highness also wish the Princess Royal to kill me?” Mu Ziyun said, her gaze fixed on the Buddha statue inside the ruined temple.

Moreover, Shen Xi had no idea where she had parted ways with Chen Lu, not even a rough area to narrow it down to.

“There’s a huge difference! She’s a vice mayor—what are you?” Huang Chengzhuo protested.

From the moment she entered the fortress, Mu Fei was the only one who recognized her—though that was thanks to the hint embedded in her earlier words.

That morning, Mu Chenhao arrived at Stanford University; lately his fame in America had grown too strong, so Jiang Haihua, an honorary trustee, contacted him hoping to collaborate and arrange a speech for him in the fraternity hall.

The weather today was unbearably hot and stifling, the sky a dull gray, thick with humidity as if rain could break at any moment.

She finally managed to free one hand and peel off Xiao Xiao, who had clung to her like an octopus; exhausted, she could no longer turn the tide—the screen flashed a glaring “FAILURE.”

Liu Yan, seeing this, seemed to understand and smiled: “Alright, we’ll follow the Prince’s orders.” He left first.

Among the demonic beings of the Western Crossing, most had once been at the He Dao realm before being sealed by the First Emperor; in that chaotic age, each had been a powerful warlord. Even if they only regained their peak Xu Realm cultivation, their experience and techniques were more than sufficient to shake the martial world.

Downstairs, Aunt Xu loaded the luggage into the trunk, while Su Bei accompanied Lin Nanxun, preparing to head to the airport to meet Luo En and the others before flying together to City M.

He found the “holographic 3D camera,” “holographic stereo variable microphone,” “audio amplifier,” and “video 3D special effects multi-frequency voice modulator” were especially effective—indecent videos and visuals were instantly edited out and never appeared in the livestream.

“Xuan’er, did you hear any strange sounds?” Zhang Ming still admired her miraculous “Yin-Yang Ears.”

He hadn’t expected that Chen Taishi, who was currently leading troops to attack Mount Tai, upon hearing he’d been dragged into a troublesome matter, immediately wrote to inquire—wasn’t that concern?

“You won’t be fooled—I think you’d be better off avoiding this risk. After all, they want all the benefits, and if anything goes wrong later, it’ll all be your fault.” Lin Hong had no choice but to say it.

Before Chief Momo could react, Lingzi beside him froze. Hey, Hongzi, you’re going too far—wearing Superintendent Sato’s face to take official leave, have you even considered how Sato will feel when he discovers his leave record mysteriously short by a day?

Looking around, the walls were heavily stained, some even sprouting moss—easily identifiable as long-abandoned buildings.

Useless sun doll—hang indoors on rainy days; 5% chance of rapidly clearing the weather.

Two handguns alone no longer made Schwartz feel secure—he needed the rocket launcher for safety. Not grabbing the rocket launcher the moment Bailitian fainted was probably a mistake.

Mu You made it clear: since you’ve killed my client and left me with no payment, why should I bother exerting myself?