Chapter 776

“General, what exactly did you see in the timeline? What is so special about Yu Fengxian’s identity?” Meng Huo asked.

“Hard to say, can’t say.” Meng Yi tapped his forehead, frowning. “I’m not deliberately hiding anything from you.

You have no connection to the Sun-Moon Mirror or the Mirror-Moon Lake. Even if there were earth-shattering secrets, I trust you—telling you wouldn’t matter.

But Yu Fengxian’s identity is indeed peculiar.

Have you ever seen her file?”

With so many beautiful memories, even if he was gone, the memories remained—enough. What more could she possibly want?

“Bro, are you coming to the gathering tonight?” As the group traveled toward the hotel in the minivan, Zhong Can asked NK, who was staring blankly out the window.

Yuling was the God of Curses; for such matters, it was effortless. In the blink of an eye, the ghosts scrambled away, dusty and humiliated.

He trusted too much—he thought I wouldn’t kick at his lower body, because he’d warned me many times, and I’d indeed never touched that spot.

Okay, clearly, the driver of the black mech had been knocked out, so No.13 replaced him, now without the machine.

“Of course it’s a great place.” Since it was a surprise, he obviously couldn’t know beforehand—once you know, it’s no longer a surprise.

Luo Qingyue shook her head inwardly. “Insult me all you want. Today’s incident—I truly deserve to die. I lost my own son.”

"A game? To me, this isn’t a game!" Ned was dissatisfied with Zi Ning’s attitude—he had given it his all, yet the other seemed to be holding back.

His heart ached. He didn’t understand the source of this pain—or why it existed.

“You…” Murong Yinzhu had barely uttered the word when she realized who he was—no, what he was.

When Rong Nancheng returned to the city hospital, Fu Jingsi and Lingling had just been wheeled out of the emergency room. Jiang Yun, Gu Jin, and Yu Sen were surrounding the lead surgeon, asking about Fu Jingsi’s condition.

I do have feelings for Gu Qianzhi, but I cannot act on them. As an adult, I understand too well the gap between us.

Yi Jin leaned lazily against the sofa, pale-faced, utterly worn out, eyes dull and unfocused.

Yet right now, seeing Yi Yunlong’s face swollen into an unrecognizable mess, and then looking at Ning Fan—it had to be said, Ning Fan looked far more pleasant.

These past days, that Black Dust Master never left his saddle—who dared loosen his garments? He cleared thorns to dig ponds, planted elms and willows in wild grasses—all for the sake of making even slight progress on the Heavenly Gate Array. Only today did he find time, to enjoy such tender, paired-up lovebirds.

“What do you know? It proves my charm is boundless.” Luo Leyang raised an eyebrow, delighting in herself.

After a long while, a text alert chimed. She opened it—it was from Zhou Lai, just one simple line: Sorry, A Rui. Also, please tell Cheng Rongjian I’m sorry too.

But before Ning Fan reached the villa’s gate, all the paint and surface coatings on the walls and gate vanished instantly.

At that moment, the door clicked open. Yan Muniang and the old man behind her froze in shock the instant they stepped inside.

“That is our temple, and also my palace. No one except me and the clergy may enter freely. But you are an exception—you are our honored guests,” Renas said proudly, gazing at the distant palace.

The young man with the big nose stepped out. A flash of sword light—cold steel gleamed above Lin Tianyao’s head.

“When you’ve done what you must, come with me,” the man replied after a moment of silence.

This time, Ping Li did not disturb him. One hand rose to his sleeve, pausing there, gently pressing against the slightly bulging spot.

“Like I could just find him if I wanted to.” Shen Ziwu gave a sarcastic eye-roll expression.