Chapter 149: Within the Game 29

Once the hotel proprietor received He Zheyu’s answer, he signaled his managers to take the girl away. Stepping forward, the proprietor held his business card with both hands and offered it to Mo Qinghan, his face full of gratitude. "I, Ji Guangyu, am not one to accept a favor without returning it. This is my card; should you ever have any need of me in the future, I will certainly not shirk my duty."

Hearing this, Mo Qinghan felt a bit embarrassed. She accepted the card with both hands and replied, "Mr. Ji, there is no need for such formalities..."

Before she could finish, He Zheyu interrupted, "Since Mr. Ji is so well-versed in the etiquette of reciprocity, it would be a slight on your part to refuse."

Ji Guangyu hurriedly added, "I would never have such a thought. It is a blessing to the Ji family that Mrs. He is staying at our hotel. Who—"

Su Mi felt that conversing with someone like Nian Yichen was both mentally and emotionally taxing. She reckoned that by the time they finished talking, she would be so full of resentment that there would be no room left for food.

The Western Xiongnu were not the greatest enemy; it was the Northern Sea tribes, suppressed beyond the northern reaches of the northern frontier, who posed the true threat for the future.

Zhu Li glanced at Qin Qin but remained silent, merely saying, "The hour is late. Let us rest." Saying they would rest meant exactly that. Once the lamp was extinguished and his eyes closed, Zhu Li drifted off to sleep.

After hearing what he said, a thought popped into Su Mi's mind: What on earth? The steak she ate cost more than a hundred-yuan bill?

Zhu Li sighed softly. He knew perfectly well that Yang Yunxi was lying, yet in the end, he did not press further. Everyone understood the nature of this matter, but as a son, there was truly nothing he could do about Empress Li. That was the very reason he had sought a compromise through Empress Dowager Tu.

Gu Lingsha felt even more stifled listening to Qi Feng's words, and she couldn't help but speak out in a fit of anger.

"Master... I'm so scared. Can you tell this uncle to stop staring at me? It feels like I'm not wearing any clothes." The Heart of Divine Fire felt prickly under his gaze and kept ducking behind Lan You’s shoulder.

Looking at the black bear, Lin Xiang’s eyes gleamed with a ferocious light, revealing deep greed and longing. After all, bear paw was a top-tier delicacy; to eat a truly wild bear paw was something money could rarely buy. His mouth was already slightly moist.

Lin Chao turned and ran toward the door. Catching sight of Han Yuan struggling to crawl inside, he turned back, scooped him up, and carried him to the side of Xiao Lingfeng.

Lin Xiang’s attention shifted instantly. He focused all his energy on this mysterious power, sensing its every change. His eyes were filled with obsession, and his face wore an expression of deep satisfaction. Not only Lin Xiang, but everyone below felt the same.

Over the years, under her leadership, China had moved a step ahead of the rest of the world, whether in magic-tech research—combining technology with magic runes, spells, and formations—or in facing the future trends of space portals and battles in folded regions.

The "Mother Big Bug" felt a sense of novelty; after all, this was a first for her, like a young bride riding in a sedan chair for the very first time.

Qiujin, however, offered them an apologetic look as he passed by Ye Ning and the others, before hurrying to catch up.

"Hey, hey." The window of the car slowly rolled down, and the person inside called out to the vehicle where Bae Ji-soo was sitting.

The pitch-black muzzle, like a venomous snake waiting to strike, was aimed directly at the opponent’s head.

As the system countdown began, those newcomers who had assumed the old sailor’s introduction was just a joke inexplicably felt a chill run down their spines.

The warplanes of the Wa State in this era never imagined they would encounter such dual-purpose anti-aircraft guns, which should not have appeared for another five or six years.

Before long, only its head remained, with the rest of its body buried in the sand.

"So it was all just a show. Tell me, have you not found someone you like, or are you... gay?" Quan Yi’s voice rang out again. It had to be said, sitting next to someone as cold as ice who could still trap you with every sentence was truly maddening.

This was not a decision to be made in haste. He was not a heartless man; although Jiang Yihan had not focused on mentoring him, what he had provided was enough to make him stronger than he was before.