Chapter 94: The Details Do Not Match

She didn’t open the message right away, but went to the dance studio first. After rehearsal, she returned to her dorm and finally opened the video. Lin Lu hadn’t expected that what Qu Jing had sent her was an indecent video of Su Yi.

She messaged Qu Jing, “Where did this come from?”

Qu Jing replied concisely, “Don’t worry about it. I hope it helps.”

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Gu Huaijin lay across Shen Heshan’s lap, hugging her own tail with a huff. Seeing Shen Heshan’s demeanor, she understood well enough what was going on.

After a while, Zhu Lan saw that Moyan still had no intention of letting go. She couldn’t help but shift slightly. Perhaps thinking of the price, however, her expression tightened, and she shoved the box back into her bag, running out in tears.

“Zu Dashou’s reckless construction of a fortress at Jinzhou is the very root of this great disaster!” Wu Tai reached his first conclusion.

Lin Yuming didn’t quite agree. The reason Chief Ning didn’t go was probably because he wanted to avoid running into other officials—he was a very cautious man.

“Why?” Li Xiang looked at Jun Yan, puzzled as to why she would make such a suggestion.

They entered the cave before the valley, making their way forward. Although there were many forks along the path, Su Zheng, guided by that strange sense of summoning, progressed without encountering any danger.

Whispers arose, and some came to ask Zou Yang, but he simply shook his head, clearly just as confused.

Xiao Wangyue gazed at him, unable to bear saying no. She could no longer hold back and turned away, leaving in tears.

It was like learning computer programming: Lian Xiang might now understand what “calculator language” was, but without grasping the essence of the “language,” she was still unable to use it to write programs.

“Are you threatening me? Do you think your Tianba Tiger is something special, daring to speak to me like that?” Without waiting for Tianba Tiger to react, he swung his great hand and struck out in anger, showing no regard for the sect leader’s status.

Bathed in golden sunlight, the slender figure wielding the Dragon Spear shone so brilliantly that even the golden crow in the sky seemed pale by comparison.

“If you activate the Imperial Origin Talisman, even you won’t escape unscathed. Ye Feng’s body will be destroyed by it as well,” the youth in white snarled, a vicious gleam flashing in his eyes.

Xiao Yanjun’s arguments were not unfounded. The wars on the continent were like a balloon about to burst, needing only a single prick. Once the demon-devouring worms were eliminated as he’d said, the royal family’s power would surely wane, and then the six great factions would surely make their move.

“My lord, you are as a second father to me. I respect you as I would my own, and I dare not refuse any order you give,” Li Guolou fell to his knees on the teak floor, tears streaming as if wild horses had broken loose.

In the eyes of the Yan family outside, their fear vanished in a single breath. Shocked, their gazes all shot toward the heart of the depths above.

Li Guolou was completely unaware, his sneering expression and cupped hands oblivious to what consequences they might bring. At that moment, he was in the lounge, pressing two bags of ice to his face, staring at his swollen, pig-like reflection in the mirror.

At that instant, before he could think, Ye Feng’s body reacted instinctively—first a strange sidestep, then a hurried roll across the ground, narrowly avoiding the direct attack. With their target lost, the three cold lights raked fiercely across the barrier.

Just then, Rui’er suddenly shuddered, clearly startled. Turning to see it was “Yu,” she landed squarely on the ground in shock. Seeing this, Yu was left speechless—Rui’er had simply ignored his presence entirely just before.