Chapter 861

Two Hundred and Eight: Does Ergou Have Aspirations?

The sun slanted westward.

Lu Jinghong, ushered into the courtyard, silently ignored the chattering Yu Mili.

He raised his fists toward Ouyang Rong by the kitchen, a silent greeting.

Then, Lu Jinghong unbuckled his sword, glanced around the courtyard, and saw everyone seemed to be waiting; he frowned slightly and asked Li Wan directly:

“Mother, didn’t I already tell you? You came first, and once here, let Miss Song, Brother Liu, and the others—”

The imperial palace in Luoyang is called the Ziwei Palace.

In heaven lies the Ziwei Palace, the dwelling of the Supreme Deity. Kings build palaces to mirror it, hence the name Ziwei Palace.

Li Guo’er remembered that, back in the small bedroom in Longcheng, a book had recorded Luoyang was once the Eastern Capital of the Sui Dynasty, built under the supervision of a minister surnamed Yuwen.

This man, Chuaidixin in grandeur, made the Eastern Capital’s design reach the peak of splendor;

and with unmatched ingenuity, the Ziwei Palace was constructed with extreme luxury, its front—

Don’t blame him for blaming you.” Ning Qi didn’t spare Wang Shi a single glance, yet her tone brimmed with threat.

Fortunately, Weiyang doesn’t traffic in people; otherwise, she could’ve tricked Angela into being sold—this little girl was too easily fooled, having believed her instantly after one display of soul-stealing charm. What if she’d used con artist tactics?

She told Huang Li the exact words; upon hearing them, Huang Li forgot even her beauty’s embrace and hurriedly summoned the State Preceptor.

As for the financing of the Item Exchange Network, negotiations remain in stalemate; it’s unlikely any side will reach an agreement soon, granting the Wei family some breathing room.

He checked his Longines mechanical watch—it was around 1:40 p.m. Clearly, the Wei family was still in the midst of tense exams; their phones were surely turned off.

If she weren’t the emperor, she could kneel before the strong—but once she resolved to become emperor, she would rise above all others.

“Alright, Momo, when will you interrogate Ning Xinya?” Jun Xu responded solemnly, then asked again.

Though disappointed, they had no choice; such situations were common among team members on external missions.

“I’ll give it a try.” The Wei family decided to test the instant messaging software themselves and see how well Chen Xifu’s creation worked.

The other party is clever—they won’t do anything harmful to him again. Though Ye Chen’s name isn’t famous, he’s currently under media and public scrutiny; the other side has no reason to harass him over trivial matters.

Even if the Rift Arrow’s effect fades, Du Ziteng cannot escape her attack range.

Moreover, considering celestial timing and geographical advantage, Shitian Long likely deduced that Pangu the Great grew enraged upon witnessing ceaseless warfare among the Immortal and Demon sects across the Floating Cloud Continent—this act, too, signals an intent to resolve everything utterly.

Du Manning let out a long sigh, pressed her hand to her mouth, unaware why she wept or why she felt so sad—only that tears poured like a burst dam, her heart hollow. She hugged herself tightly, pressing her head against her knees, letting the tears flow.

“Hand over the source transplant.” Gong Han spoke, just a few short words, yet they sent a chill down the spine—a coldness, bone-deep and icy. His tone drove Ye Qiqi’s defiance to despair; she gave a cold laugh, hugged the box, and stepped slowly toward the cliff’s edge.

Chen Hao regretted it bitterly. He wanted to blame Yimi Qingfeng—if she’d just signaled, he would’ve joined the attack. But now, when he tried to strike, the Americans had already used their invincibility potions one after another.

General Chu had long understood the misunderstanding between Shen Feng and Tian Di Men. But now that Shen Feng proposed entering the depths of Miao territory to resolve the crisis posed by the barbarians and the Longruo Sect, he couldn’t help but tense up.

“Fine! Then tell me—who is your young master? I want to ask him why he had me brought here!” Su Momo instinctively felt she should know the young master they mentioned—but she couldn’t imagine who it could be.

“When he comes, tell him I’m waiting for him in my room!” The third brother limped away. Du Manning rubbed her aching head, feeling weary.