Chapter 295: Origin of the Impostor: The Truth of a Hundred Years

Swish, swish, swish—

The spacious seventh floor of Apartment 404.

Inside a room furnished with extreme simplicity.

A man dressed in a formal tailcoat was bent over his desk, writing furiously.

His chin bore slightly messy stubble, faint dark circles rested beneath his eyes, and his pupils were filled with inexplicable bloodshot veins that made one feel uneasy.

Although he was sitting, the ratio of shoulder width to waistline visible through his suit revealed a well-proportioned inverted triangle physique.

This actually made things even more awkward, because Melissa was so earnest, so serious, and had initiated the conversation so formally; thus, it was certain that matters like procrastination were indeed quite important, and this was something Melissa wanted to discuss thoroughly with Zhang Dawei.

Moreover, being far away created those uncontrollable situations; because the sky is high and the Emperor is far, they did not fear the arrival of the imperial army, since if the imperial army were to come, it would take at least ten days or half a month, giving them ample time to prepare, whether for flight or resistance, allowing them to handle either very well.

"Aunt Gu, I am truly sorry." Ming Nuan genuinely felt somewhat guilty; from the decision to marry until now, everything had been handled by her mother and Aunt Gu, while she and Qi Junze, for various reasons, had never truly done anything.

After pondering for a moment, since that mortal just now knew truly too little, Yu Dao could not conjure up anything either, though he did understand much about the surrounding circumstances.

In an instant, the Divine Kingdom plane, located at an unfathomable distance from the battlefield, immediately began to tremble, as if the entire Divine Kingdom plane were leaping.

Cui Jiu wore a look of self-satisfaction; after speaking for a long time without He Zhichun picking up the thread, he secretly thought things were going badly, fearing that his relentless talk of family lineage had likely struck A Qiao right in the heart.

Xue Wan agreed and departed from the Immortal Clan's Ascension Pool together with the Carefree Divine Lord; yet as they followed the Carefree Divine Lord's steps, the places they passed became increasingly prosperous, and the people greeting the Carefree Divine Lord gradually grew more numerous.

"Hahaha, of course it's true; how could I lie to you?" Qi Qi Aimin felt he had not experienced this sensation of being admired by others for many years.

The soccer ball gently rose, tracing a beautiful arc before striking the goalpost, bouncing out, and being secured by the goalkeeper.

"Mother, what did you call me for?" Qi Qi Aimin helped Old Lady Qi onto the bed, assisted her in removing her shoes, propped her against the headboard, and asked.

Just during their brief moment of hesitation, the Half-Step Yama had already killed his way into the heart of the Demon Sea Abyss and begun his journey to prove the Dao of Yama.

Those approaching from the left end were all clad in tight-fitting gear, their demeanor fierce; at a glance, one could tell they were definitely people of the Jianghu. On their left arms, each wore an armlet uniformly inscribed with the character "Great," and swords and blades were strapped to their waists.

Under the firelight, both Cheng Li and Bodhisattva Man could not help but stare in astonishment, for among these seven figures, four were actually bald monks with nine neat incense scars on their heads, clearly identifying them as four Monks.

Ji Yan's "Power of the kingly Way" had shaken his entire body internally into minced meat, leaving not a single intact organ.

In the courtyard of the Le family mansion, dewdrops were currently condensing on the bluestone slabs paving the ground.

As he spoke, Zhang Chen activated the Chaotic Transformation Origin within his body, and an illusion enveloped everyone in the night raid.

Upon hearing this, Jia Liang was instantly dumbfounded; seeing Si Zixuan's beauty, he had originally harbored some ideas and wanted to use certain methods to get her, but now that he heard she was the eldest daughter of the Si family's head, those thoughts of his vanished completely.

What had they seen? A feather fan and silk scarf? A robe of hundred flowers, a halberd painted with square skies? A red face with a beautiful beard, clad in a green robe, wielding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade?

Thinking thus, he could not help but secretly resent it in his heart, yet he forcibly suppressed these feelings; still, his expression remained unpleasant, and he refused to speak.

"It is merely a guess; do not overthink it. For now, just protect Xin'er well and remain motionless; let us observe the situation before acting." At this moment, Song Lie also revealed the composure in the face of change befitting a high-ranking leader as he gave his orders.