Chapter 192

“Director Yao, what do you mean? I don’t understand.” Fang Qingye asked in return.

“Alright, let me rephrase.” Yao Gang asked again: “You took half a day off yesterday afternoon and didn’t show up until noon today—where did you go?”

“Sorry, I was feeling unwell and stayed in bed longer than planned. I didn’t have time to request leave—I’m filing it now.” Fang Qingye smiled.

“I’m not talking about that! I’m asking you, someone saw you driving that Buick—”

So Ye Jiaren felt no regret or sorrow, as if hearing news of a stranger’s death.

What did he just say? More shocking than declaring his love for her—she even doubted she’d misheard. Someone like Ji Shengyue, in her mind, was cruel and ruthless, climbing over anyone and anything beneficial to him, and eliminating without hesitation anyone he saw as an obstacle.

“Everyone, stand down.” Haemdal said, then turned to look toward the royal palace. After a moment, the sound of hooves approached—one, two, three… six riders in total.

“All of you, leave.” Wang Qing turned coldly to the physicians and maids kneeling on the ground.

“I don’t know when he said those words, but according to the time you mentioned, when I woke up, I didn’t see you.”

With no choice, Wang Feng had to hand over his credentials and the pile of parts.

Added to his already strikingly handsome face, Leng Lingyun felt as if she’d suddenly witnessed spring blossoms unfolding in sequence—she was left utterly stunned.

“Yes, I’m going to kill you.” Meng Jingyi didn’t let go; both hands pushed the bottle’s neck harder against Ding Chentai’s chest.

What met her eyes was only the left lower corner of the man’s robe, embroidered with a totem in golden thread.

Fang Bai felt this scene was familiar—and the events confirmed it: an Ice Giant had broken in, Thor’s coronation was halted, and as a guest, he thought it best not to linger here.

Li Jiu galloped wildly across the stable on Flame, while Shi Mu sat on a gray stallion, watching gloomily.

“Then Linglong thanks Aunt Long.” Snow Linglong smiled sweetly at Long Shiying’s kindness; she didn’t feel like calling her Vice-Headmaster, and Long Shiying didn’t look old—calling her Vice-Headmaster might even make herself feel uncomfortable.

As Qin Yu’s scorching spiritual energy spread, the surrounding forest turned into a sea of fire.

Li Jiu glanced at the abandoned Li He, decided to spare the poor soul once, so she didn’t get angry—she clenched her fists and silently walked into her room, closed the door, and went to sleep.

He parked the yacht in shallow waters, climbed onto the upper deck, sat on a white leather sofa, secured his phone, and began streaming.

Li Jiu scratched the back of her head, unsure what to say—luckily, Shi Mu didn’t ask her any more questions she couldn’t answer.

Qin Yu waved his hand, looking helpless. “If that’s how it is, I can’t refuse. Let’s go.” With that, the two headed toward the Martial Arena.

When Qing Gushan finished speaking, Yi Xuan’s face was filled with shock—her final words were simply too astonishing.

In the largest courtyard of the City Lord’s residence, a altar nine zhang long and five zhang wide had been completed, featuring two spirit-liquid pools fused with rare treasures, radiating astonishing vitality.

In the team, besides the twenty-plus robots who didn’t need to eat, over twenty others required meals—including Zhang Hao and Hong Guang.

The next instant, the man drew his bow and shot—six Ice Soul Dark Arrows, carrying power to shred all, flew straight toward the six golden crows in midair.

Then came the sight of Su Yi, wrapped only in a sheer veil, wielding a long sword as she burst from the pool, her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes blazing with murderous intent.

“Regardless of enemy or ally, at least on one point, our views align.” Xia Luo smiled; to Chi Jing, the young man’s gaze carried sincerity for the first time. “In some ways, you and I are the same.” As he said this, Xia Luo let out a bitter laugh.

Previously, his fortune had been terrible—he’d encountered a once-in-ten-thousand-years stellar conjunction, which caused the first layer of Ice Marrow Worms to explode.

Next, he swept his hand, transforming the ruins into a desolate wasteland of death, then turned and left.

While both sides fought fiercely over this stretch of wall, suddenly a thunderous crash came from the city’s east—its eastern wall also collapsed. Zhao troops on the east received orders and launched a charge toward this section; the Zhongshan soldiers there rose in fierce resistance.

The constantly collapsing earth resealed itself; though halved, it barely maintained a hemispherical shape. The ruined World Heart reignited, its light seeping from Xiereka’s body and continuously flowing into the World Heart’s core.

Moreover, he desperately wanted to know how the Death Ming Clan intended to use this incomplete, even non-resurrectable, remnant soul to break the seal at the Sacred Sword Ruin’s Staff Seal.

In that instant, Qing Lin unhesitatingly opened his inner world and absorbed the Heavenly Mechanism Avatar.

Even in their hearts, weren’t these two Sacred Positions meant for them both?

When Duer was always around, I felt nothing—but now that she’s gone, I feel an unbearable longing.