Volume One, Chapter 36: Elementary Spirit Eyes

Hearing this, the avatar nodded. She and her true self shared a psychic connection, their thoughts intertwined, and what needed to be said was already understood without words; it was enough that they knew it themselves.

Yet such doubts could only be kept in his heart, unspeakable, for if voiced, this unit might flee at once, perhaps even defect to the enemy.

A gray magical energy formed a layer of magical defense, blocking the destructive energy beam, holding it at bay.

“This plot is right on cue!” After a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Shen Wanqian could not help but be the first to complain aloud.

Both of them had already looked into the other party’s general background; last night, Nangong Qingqing, after drinking too much, spilled everything like beans, which showed she truly liked that person.

Only now did he realize that the child he had personally raised for twenty years was someone he had never truly understood.

Such efforts bore fruit four years later, in 1598. He successfully ended the war and promulgated the Edict of Nantes, bringing to a close the religious conflicts that had plagued France for years, giving the Huguenots a place to survive.

Han Fei was once again struck dumb, inside and out. Everyone present, except for the sect master, was equally stunned. So after all this fuss, it concerned them too. On reflection, it made sense: the disciple of the grandmaster was, after all, their senior uncle.

After all, the world now had become what it was, and everyone’s heart was filled with despair.

Even if IBM possessed this technology, users were so accustomed to their habits that IBM’s search engine was barely used.

Suddenly considering her own safety and how she would walk tomorrow, Ruan Mianmian bit her lip and could only beg for mercy.

The school bullies led by Zhao Chun from the neighboring school had begun to target Fang Yao and his friends, but since the last incident, those students had not returned to school, leaving the bullies with no opportunity to act.

But once her foot was retracted, her body would inevitably lean backward, as if sitting in a bathtub.

Yao Guiqing, preoccupied with his own concerns, did not join in the others’ tasks. He simply sat quietly on the only remaining sofa in the living room, lost in thought.

“To be honest, at first I really thought you were as arrogant as the news said!” Xia Yongning remarked, sitting on the sofa and sipping the tea prepared for her.

Along the way, such scenes were common. Some even stopped the waiters to ask what kind of pastry it was, why it smelled so good, and how much it cost. This was proof enough of Hao Dong’s success.

“Master Longhu, you really need to rein in your subordinates!” At this moment, Shen Aotian, while leaving, arrogantly addressed the void.

Two years ago, Wang Zhangzhu was rescued by her second brother Song Liangyu at the seaside. At last, she saw the father she had longed for day and night over five years. Now, her father was haggard and aged, his temples white, his eyes dull, his skin rough and lusterless, cheekbones protruding, looking for all the world like a dried corpse.

This farce should truly be over now; that was the director’s thought, though events often defy expectations.

We dared not linger here for fear that spending too much time with Old Cao and his people would arouse the suspicion of the underworld authorities, so we hurried away.

No, no, this was the sixth heaven’s trial—a desire unfulfilled. Judging from the current situation, it must be that His Highness’s longing for her was unrequited.

At that moment, Gu Zhan’s face lit up with excitement, joy, and the bewilderment of a new father. The news had come so suddenly and shockingly that he could not react at all.

With a dive, her head plunging toward the bottom of the pool, Tao Yaoyao’s hands erupted with force, breaking through the sand and stone at the pool’s bottom. The water’s turbulence rippled across the surface, masked by the roar of the falling waterfall.

Of course, the theology school students all disliked Fu Mi, scheming to torment her in various ways, yet Fu Mi was a formidable young woman, not one to be bullied.

By the time Lan Mi had finished her impassioned, rhythmic storytelling, the man with the compulsive cleanliness had already squatted in the corner, dozing off.

But before meeting up with Rivira, Rorschach needed to visit the police station to arrange the coming days’ affairs.

Based on current intelligence, it seemed likely that Pradino and Chief Benjamin also possessed some supernatural abilities. Fortunately, these two exercised restraint and did not use their powers recklessly, but whatever lay beneath Sleepy Town weighed on Rorschach, especially since he had yet to discover what it was.

Shen Biyue stepped over the threshold, walking outside with nothing but a coat draped over her shoulders. She moved slowly into the dim courtyard, alone, seeming especially frail and lonely.

“Director, could you tell me more about the orphanage’s situation?” After distributing the goods, Zheng Rui finally asked the old director.

“A friend gave it to me.” Tao Yaoyao replied in a flat tone, not even raising her eyelids as she held the scissors and measured the fabric, apparently preparing to cut.

“You’ve already helped me so much, and I’ll always remember it. Let’s bless each other, no matter where I am, my heart will be with you all.” Bai Bingjie spoke with deep feeling.

“Cough... I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink. All right, let’s talk about business. No more alcohol—it’s not good to overdo it.” Wei Feng rubbed his temples as he spoke.

Pea sat on horseback, tense the whole time, hardly hearing what the person behind was saying.

Sun Ruzhen let out a miserable cry, staggered back a few steps, and fell flat on the ground, blood flowing from her nose.

How deeply must Gu Li’nan love Chi Wan to buy a house next to hers, so she could always see her parents and always return to their home.

Who would have thought the head of the Tang family’s wine shop was a slave? And that the county magistrate’s wife partnered with her in business?

Even those who had seen the emperor and Tang Shiyue together could hardly imagine their relationship was so close, with plotting and games beforehand; at most, they’d think Tang Shiyue was securing favor, while the emperor simply went along.

In this imaginary and backward era, Feng Jingchen quietly resolved to protect them for a lifetime.

“All right, all right, stop pretending to be pitiful. Are we going to your house to chat, or shall we go to a café?” Wei Feng lit a cigarette.

To capture the leader first is to catch the thief; whether they are dragons or snakes, without a head, their ranks will be thrown into chaos. Then, in their struggle for power, blood will surely be spilled.

Wei Yixiao’s words struck a nerve with Dai Qisi. If she owed anyone in this life, it was Fan Yao; she had failed to repay his kindness.