Chapter 62: IF Route 02

By the time Xu Zuoyan and the others returned to City H, it was already pitch dark. Yao Tian did not send Xu Zuoyan home; instead, he took him straight to the place he had agreed upon with Ye Kaicheng.

The teacher had already arrived in the classroom, glanced briefly at Su Cha's direction, and said nothing more. As he lectured from the podium, Zuo Zhici had already stated her purpose from below.

Even Lin Yingjie was dumbfounded. When veterans like them were completely at their wits' end, how could this newcomer possibly know?

Behind him, Wang Bin was surrounded by three illusory golden shields that constantly revolved around him. Beside him, Lin Yingjie held a gun in his right hand while supporting it with his left, his gaze extremely vigilant.

"Nonsense, that's my home, of course I'm going," Xu Zuoyan said matter-of-factly. Although he pretended not to look at Ye Kaicheng and took a sip of his drink, his peripheral vision remained fixed on him.

Some time ago, Bo Muyi had given an interview in which he mentioned having a wife, shocking the entire Empire Mu Group. Afterward, his personal special assistant never confirmed that the boss had a wife. Everyone felt this was somewhat contradictory, yet nobody understood why the boss would pull such a stunt. Because no one had ever laid eyes on this "wife," the matter was temporarily shelved.

Ever since the Dayu Entertainment incident, there was no shortage of people looking to sign Su Cha to their talent agencies, but Su Cha found none of the terms offered satisfactory.

The explosion kicked up a thick cloud of smoke that filled the air. Chongyun and Xingqiu hastily conjured a wall of water and a wall of ice to block the smoke from entering.

After setting out the dishes, Steward Xiao picked up his chopsticks, lightly picked up a few slices of meat, and placed them into his mouth. Xiangling looked at him expectantly, but Steward Xiao said nothing; he merely moved his chopsticks to the next dish and tasted a few bites.

Yang Jia used his own corpse to block the attack from behind, while simultaneously using his hands and feet to focus on parrying the bombardment from the front.

"Raise sword" was a Westmar phrase used to activate the exclusive power of their Silver Knights. Dazzling white light washed over their armor, enveloping their entire bodies in the blink of an eye.

A moment later. Epoch Century Mall, Yuhai City. Twenty-third floor, Red Apple New Media Advertising Center.

Chen Hao was somewhat surprised. He had assumed Jarvis belonged to the very top tier in this regard, yet it was still easily breached.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng hurried over. On the piece of paper were three messy, chicken-scratch characters that could barely be recognized as words.

For people with many friends and relatives like Tang Ning and Zhang Dun, a single vote from them carried the weight of ten votes cast by ordinary officials.

"Hehe, these are all good things," Tang Ning grinned widely, pulling a piece of calligraphy out from the box.

The moment the fourth-year student bent down, Xiao Yu spat out a stream of black liquid directly onto his face.

Hades firmly believed that Leslie, who had a close relationship with Memy, would know certain secrets. Unfortunately, he seemed to harbor many unspeakable difficulties, and from some point onward, all the companions around him had come to possess secrets hidden within the shadows.

Hades decisively drew his sword. A mocking expression froze on Memy's face as her body twitched twice. Her pupils, filled with hatred, gradually dilated before she collapsed into a pool of blood, moving no more.

Therefore, regardless of whether the adversary was human or demonic, as long as it was something they wanted to achieve, they would stop at nothing to accomplish it, employing any despicable, shameless, or heterodox methods imaginable.

Until he had ascertained Old Xu's true identity, Jia Renjie would never rashly use the Three Origins Pill.

Xu Xiaoyao's expression gradually grew cold. He did not hurl abuses or fly into a rage; he merely harbored all his fury deep within his heart.

Unlike those of later eras, the steam locomotive at this time—because Chen Ting had constructed imperial highways before inventing the engine itself—traveled on roads that, despite being called imperial highways, were actually dual-track railways, about one zhang and two chi wide. The gauge of these trains matched this entirely, measuring one zhang and two chi in width and roughly ten zhang and six chi in length.

The scene resembled the Asura hell, and the disciples of the Nether Cult imprisoned within the dungeon were currently enduring intense inner torment.

Beginning in October of the first year of Wude, a sudden, violent snowstorm struck Mobei, causing temperatures to plummet and freezing countless cattle and sheep to death. With no other choice, Shibi Khaghan Ashina Duzishi ordered 12,000 households to migrate south to escape the cold.

Just as Sean was pondering how to gather information about this incident, the door was suddenly flung wide open.

Upon hearing Hong Chengsong's notification, Chen Heng'an immediately rushed to Wan Zi Qian Hong and deployed several covert guards in the surrounding area.

Li Xun's internal restructuring of the secret guards this time was massive. He divided them into four major divisions: Operations, Personnel, Logistics, and Intelligence, with each department having its own supervisor dedicated to its management.

Further ahead, the crowd ahead trembled uncontrollably. Although many had anticipated that the underground palace might be quite chilly and thus wore heavy clothing, they still could not withstand the severe cold. Many disciples of the Dragon Gate and the Fishermen's Gang huddled closely together to share body warmth.

"Thirty minutes. If I still don't see anyone, I'll use the Golden Emei Piercers to tear this castle apart!" Peishan declared firmly.

Meanwhile, hearing the endless screams echoing from behind, Ma Yunzhi hurried over to see what was happening, terrified that his son had broken someone else's fingers again!

Although Song You's hair was not as long as that of the ancients, he had not gotten a haircut since acquiring the system, so by now it did not look quite as bizarre as before.

Suddenly, a earth-shaking scream rang out. The half-orc tumbled backward, panting heavily as its two huge palms burned a bright red, resembling a pair of glowing hot irons.

Dr. Cao and Kindaichi hurriedly pulled out Long Qi'er's blankets and clothing to seal the windows of Yang Ling's room, a measure Long Qi'er did not mind in the least.

"Sigh, I suppose greater power comes with greater responsibility," Ma Dong said with a helpless shake of his head, sweeping Bai Liuxi up into his arms and heading toward the bedroom.

Wu Leming and Yan Kai jointly proposed a development direction for the company, but it ran completely counter to the vision Gu Yuan had always envisioned.

It directly coiled around that blood ghost, the sound resembling the mating screeches of estrous feral cats fighting for a partner. Gradually, the black miasma overwhelmed the red glow, proving that the two incoming masses of black mist had gained the upper hand. Yet no one in the room felt any joy; after all, who could tell if this was a blessing or a curse, as the color black invariably evoked ominous feelings.

"Let's go. It's time for him to wake from his dream," Yu Zichen took the lead, followed closely by Qing Rang. Qiu Ziliou merely said to Fang Shijie, "You all go ahead, I'll guard the gate." He would never set foot in the imperial palace again in this lifetime.