Chapter 118: The Brilliance of China

Because it was essentially telling her that the computer she and her colleagues had developed was meaningless.

But everyone soon realized something was off.

Because this thing simply could not have been manufactured by China at this time.

They were all frontline experts in China’s semiconductor and computer industries; China could not have built this without their knowledge.

As for imports from the Soviet Union or other countries, it was also unlikely.

Because of Lin Ran’s actions last year, China at this time still

And he had long known there was someone in the photo who looked exactly like me—that was why he remained so calm.

Looking at the unconscious Eunuch, Qin Hao thought they had no mortal grudge; there was no need to kill him, so he picked him up and hurried toward Qin Menglan’s location.

Although the people of Yuhang despised Official Le, none had the nerve to publicly humiliate him. The crowd speculated that this speaker was almost certainly one of Hu the Merchant’s servants.

“It sounds strange, but shamans rarely use the Seven-Star Sword—only when communicating with the dead, that is, when asking the dead to do something for them, do they use this weapon,” the General replied.

After listening to Luo Yunyan’s explanation, Qin Hao roughly understood what had happened. Though he did not know the connection between the man who looked exactly like him and himself, he had at least obtained this crucial clue.

“Can I meet her?” Wu Lihēi asked Wu Lang in a pleading tone. Wu Lang said nothing, only turning his gaze toward the giant.

I had Ye Jiuqing go first because he was steady and experienced—he was the one among us who had endured the most trials, and he should be able to remain calm under pressure. As expected, Ye Jiuqing walked with steady steps, following the footprints I left, inch by inch, safely through the passage.

“Because! ... Princess Grina’s 16th Devil is going to devour your demonic soul! And you yourself know full well what happens when you lose your demonic soul!” Wang Rui chuckled. Why explain so clearly? Anne?! Is that when one is most confused—when lost in love?

The Bai and Hu families’ servants were beyond reach, but even Prince Yun himself trembled at the thought.

“Huh…” After sitting up a little, Ye Feng felt his breathing had become somewhat easier.

But Chen Qiubai completely disbelieved the old monk’s claim that he had merely gone to the back mountain—after spending too long in this Cult of Transmigration, you learned not to believe in coincidences.

After leaving the Hall of Ten Thousand Gods’ office, Gu Hanhan felt listless, a hollow ache in her chest.

“Don’t come closer! Don’t come closer!” Dai Sha cried, her face pale as she stumbled backward.

But for now, their power gap was too vast—even if Situ Ruoling truly leveled up, the benefits he gained would be minimal.

“They all look good, but I think you look better in green—wear this outfit.” Zi Mo had already changed into a brocade cloud-and-goose robe waiting for Liu Li, but Liu Li kept hesitating, so she decided for her.

“Master!” Chun’er squealed with delight, collapsing into Qian Jing’s arms with a sweet, languid coo. At that moment, a gong rang inside the Qianjin Pavilion, and an old matron waddled onto the stage.

In comparison, Su Yu’s reaction was most direct—whether because Gu Hanhan’s peaches were too bitter or because he was disgusted by her 313-point college entrance exam score, he spat out the fruit pulp immediately.

If not, take the capable demonic cultivators and come to Fufeng Continent and Kong Sang Continent to jointly defend against attacks from otherworldly beings—this would at least bring more reinforcements to the entire defense line.

Fortunately, today’s workload was light—Wu Moxi and Zhao Tian Shi arrived in the afternoon, Shen Xuemei and Su Mei followed shortly after, and Zhao Tianyu arrived not long after that.