Chapter 93

At that moment, Ling Jiantong, hidden atop the valley, fixed her eyes unblinkingly on the deputy commander; as long as he took three more steps forward, he would reach the location of her first buried explosive. She held her breath, fingers tightly coiled around the fuse, waiting for the moment.

Looking around, the cellar seemed rather empty—there was no trace of the membrane at all. Just as Wang Dong was beginning to feel disappointed, Xia Zhiqing suddenly let out a soft "Huh?"

"But I heard… the Emperor already has three princes? What's going on here?" At this, Su Xiao's eyes blazed with fury, as if waiting only for Chi Ru's answer.

He had personally felt the sharpness of Shi Na Ke's venomous fangs—piercing metal and splitting stone was nothing, let alone the poison that killed on contact.

At that moment, the agonized cries of Qing Kou echoed from afar, startling everyone. Their gazes met in unspoken agreement, and in an instant, the group surged forward toward the sound.

"Who are you talking to? Even as errand boys, we're far more comfortable than you, you pathetic sect leader!" The young man glared at Mo Mo, clearly satisfied with his position.

Yin Bei frowned at the retreating figure, scratching his head, then glanced at the serious-looking black-clad man beside him.

A thunderous boom shattered the earth and shook the mountains. Light and heat intertwined with darkness and night, hurling dust and stones through the air. The collision of two immense forces sent birds scattering in panic and beasts fleeing in terror.

"Tang Lao, Fu Lao, Yang Lao, Fu Lao, Dan Lao—haha, what are you all doing here?" Luan Yungao's heart pounded. Though he'd sensed others nearby earlier, he hadn't expected so many to be present.

Yet the eight puppets didn't care what lay ahead—they crashed into the earthen wall ahead as if walking on flat ground.

Gu Moyan walked away without even glancing at Xu Nuo. Seeing his tall figure depart, she lunged forward without hesitation, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist from behind.

Yang Jie felt the same guilt toward Yan Jiao—he couldn't fulfill her promise, nor give her a respectable status. His heart ached with remorse; now, the only way he could ease his conscience was to make Yan Jiao happy, to see her smile.

"Look at the time—it's peak hour. Do you really think you can grab a taxi with everyone else? Afraid of being recognized? Come on, aren't we running late?" He already led Ke Le toward the exit.

Stepping out of the mall, the cold wind bit sharply. Gu Xiao wrapped her in his overcoat—it made walking difficult, yet both cherished it. Both wore masks, yet they still leaned close, brushing cheeks together.

Qiu Minghao now confirmed the class had indeed gained students: originally twelve, now there were twenty-four. He didn't know why the classes had merged, but his immediate priority was finding his partner.

Yuan Yi entered from outside and saw Mu Nanyi conducting a video conference at his computer. He hesitated a moment, then signaled to him.

Qiu Minghao got out of the car, parked it. The square in front of the gold mine was entirely open—now wasn't peak hours, and there were plenty of empty spots.

"I've got over seven hundred." Wei Zhi pulled out her salary from Ling Juan without a second thought.

"What's going on?" Mu Nanyi checked that Su Ke was unharmed, then asked the hotel security.

My heart was uneasy, but I'd worn this mask too long—I still smiled at her. Thinking of her sleepless nights, I remembered the endless stars in the vast Desert, as numerous as sand.

"You don't understand. She's got curves—full front, tight back, long legs, slender waist, just the right amount of fat—soft to the touch, comfortable to sleep with."

"Is this the Umbrella mark? Looks like they left earlier than I thought—probably when the Alice Plan began!" Chu Feng mused, pausing slightly before continuing on.

Gao Xuan didn't hold back—he brought Elder Qing Yun and the others straight to the Tree of Life. The Tree of Life had grown extraordinarily lush by now.

Baili Yuxiao sat in her chair, brows furrowed, her face clearly bearing the three characters: "DISAGREE."

But now, Gao Xuan and his group had gained some confidence. Thus, when encountering those people again, Gao Xuan was no longer so tense.

Dark Blood was engulfed by Ancient Blood Qi, trembling violently. The dragon-shaped groove grew denser, the blood qi swirling within it.

Mu Wanqing turned away, dismissive. Zhong Ling had no opinion of her own; since Mu Wanqing remained silent, she too fell unusually quiet.

The moment Yue Mei finished speaking, fiery interest flashed in the eyes of the cultivators present. Chen San, catching their expressions from the corner of his eye, muttered inwardly, hoping nothing extra would happen later.

He cast a meaningful glance at Baili Yuxiao and Han Lu, then rose without delay and left.

Gu Tianlan leaned back on the soft couch, eyes closed, asleep—but his brow was furrowed, his rest deeply uneasy, as if haunted by a nightmare.

One of the figures couldn't dodge in time—two stones struck him, and he grunted as he tumbled into the water.

Seeing Mo Mo ignore him, Jin Zi swallowed again, extended his paw, and patted Mo Mo's rear.

As he squeezed, the clay mixed with water slowly dried. To keep it pliable for shaping later, Feng Yun kept hauling water in tree-bark pots, one trip after another.

A slender feathered arrow flew from the distant woods, piercing with a cruel angle into the gap of the Xi Zhui God's eye wound. The renewed agony nearly caused it to lose control of its divine flame.

Ant Search's strong counterattack halted the downward trend in market share, and without increased brand investment, it rebounded to a 35% market share.

After finishing his business, Liu Chang took Jin Zi out to the open ground to practice running, stopping, and starting.

In truth, this was the real reason Ye Feifei ultimately chose Hua Yunliang over Bei Lingfeng.

Leaving the meeting room, she announced the matter to her friends and subordinates waiting outside.

Thoughts are like water—better to guide than block. If he kept suppressing them, a Heart Demon might form. If he lost to the Heart Demon, he'd truly become a man-eating monster.

The old weirdo did have a name—he bore a rare surname: Li, and his given name was Da Qiu. But everyone behind his back called him the old weirdo; to his face, they respectfully addressed him as Master Li.

Wang Ping first had the stray cat and Tai Sui find any spot to sit, while Tian Lang Xing lazily sprawled nearby. He himself sat in what must have been the commander's chair, connecting to the main computer via the single data interface on his right arm.

The world is indeed strange. Had Yun Xing not died, he might never have left any mark on Ming Ji's heart. But now, after Yun Xing saved Ming Ji and perished while chasing their enemy, for a long time to come, Ming Ji will find it nearly impossible to forget him.