Chapter 96: I’ll Take Care of He Zheyu, Part 2

Mo Qinghan had no idea how long she had slept when a voice, calling out “Director He,” drifted past her ear. She startled awake at once, sprang up from the sofa, and hastily straightened her slightly disheveled hair. Seeing He Zheyu just stepping out of the elevator, she hurriedly blocked his path.

“Director He, could I trouble you for a few minutes?” Mo Qinghan said with a formulaic smile.

He Zheyu paused when he saw Mo Qinghan standing before him in her professional suit, and had to admit that she looked even more striking than usual. A deep smile played at his lips, but sensing her polite and businesslike demeanor, he surmised she must have come to discuss official matters.

Glancing back at Han Mo, who was following behind him, he said, “I’m giving you a week off to spend with your girlfriend.”

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“This is infuriating! Isn’t that just being a thug? If I see him again, I’ll teach him a lesson myself,” Singularity fumed, so angry that had she been present at the time, she would have torn him apart.

Thinking of his own score, Lin Chu suddenly smiled, as if he had guessed Professor Rong’s intention.

“How did you know I just broke up?” Chen Bin’s voice was listless and weak, as though every word sapped him of strength.

At these words, everyone present exchanged glances; but upon reflection, it was not surprising. The Bimu clan and disciples of the Azure Mist Sword Sect had always been mortal enemies, so such words were only to be expected.

After a long while, a glimmer of life returned to Lemon’s eyes. She crawled forward, staggering toward the door. For even in failure, there lies direction; even when every retreat is cut off, and the road ahead is only deeper despair, one can only press forward, hoping that at the end of all hopelessness, a sliver of light might appear.

“I also had a dream last night, a dream about the Great Spirit of Prophecy,” Liang Xinhui said. “He told me: Don’t take the exams anymore. You simply aren’t fated to be an official, and no matter how hard you try, you won’t change that.”

Shen Yang was torn. Lin Chu’s first words were about the capital’s inner city, clearly aiming high, and his previous budget was obviously insufficient.

In the rear courtyard of Golden Light Temple stood one hundred and eight golden Arhat statues, each life-sized and distinct in posture, gleaming with radiant light.

“Get up and keep running!” Wang Nanbei shouted, scooping up Karoleila in one swift motion and dashing onward.

What the elves lacked was the most advanced technology and the kind of overwhelming power they had never mastered—both of which I possessed.

With a single punch from the god, the universe Shaka had conjured split open with a deep gash in space itself.

They rose to their feet, their eyes cold and furious, fixing their gaze on the crippled Wan Binghe. With a shriek, they hurled themselves at him in a frenzy.

I remembered clearly the state of the Sacred Tree’s heart-eye when Toslov regained his body—awash with sap. But now, the heart-eye beside us was shriveled and dry as paper.

If the single-player game’s plot—no, never mind that—if Wang Chen’s “Intuition” skill wasn’t mistaken, then the Demon Lord Andariel ought to be close by, most likely on the fifth level of the Sealed Underground Cavern. Finding the entrance to the fifth level would mean a direct confrontation with the Demon Lord was imminent!

In Nuwa’s memory, every magical artifact was composed of countless arrays linked together. From the moment it was forged, there remained only one path for its advancement—to develop a soul of its own.

If not for Ryo Tenko’s timely intervention, shielding the Ryo family estate with his power, the grand residence would have been reduced to ruins.

In the shadow of those toad-like monsters, the Dwarf King withdrew his forces, quietly retreating from the Elven Forest.

The ground beneath his feet was in utter ruin, not only from the trampling of the Frost Dragon, but also from Edward’s overwhelming presence.

Cang Yun glanced at the young man—short, cropped hair, a slightly hoarse voice, rather handsome, with a round-faced uncle at his side.

That night, after each subordinate had received their martial arts techniques from Xu Shan, they insisted on dragging him to a restaurant for a night of revelry.