Chapter 89: He Is Going to the Frontline

"Xiaoran. Wait." Qiao Muting turned swiftly, stepping out from behind the desk and appearing directly in front of her.

"I have something to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Why can't I like you?"

At this moment, his smile was gone, replaced by an unusually serious expression. His hand still held onto the young lady, showing not the slightest intention of letting go.

Why was he doing this again!

Qian Lai hesitated for a moment, then asked, "It's working hours right now. Should we really be talking about this—"

"I understand." Qin Mo ended the call, glanced once more in the boy's direction, and in the end chose not to go back but to sleep on the sofa instead.

"Thank you..." Yun Shishi smiled as she walked inside, but the room was shrouded in darkness—she couldn't see her hand before her face.

The local people here were simple and warm-hearted, yet every household possessed bows, arrows, knives, and spears—enough to defend against the beasts of the mountain as well as enemies from outside.

She too bore no blood of the Feng family, yet her sister-in-law had her elder brother's affection, was gentle and adorable, and her smile was captivating. She was so good to him; he would never allow anyone to slander her.

From this, one could see the former grandeur and ambition of the Divine Feather Dynasty. Their final temple grounds would rise above the thirty-three heavens, revealing all their aspirations.

Across from her, Lu Huandong, plagued by her scolding, lit a cigarette and smoked hard, head bowed, lost in thought.

The space, once loose, had now condensed into something as solid as diamond, the power of space folding and reforging, as though steel were being hammered and folded in a forge.

Had she known Luo Ying was so unreliable, she would have acted sooner and sought out Lancelot herself.

So when they saw Shangguan Lingqi’s tall, well-proportioned, and strong figure, ambiguous glances flashed in everyone’s eyes, and together they surrounded him in the middle.

At this moment, the entire city was in an uproar. Everyone came out of their rooms, wanting to know what had happened.

She earned a good sum of money; just based on yesterday’s earnings, she could easily support ten Xiyue.

Although Li Xiaohe hoped Yao Erwang would wake up soon, the news from Xu Jianjun was that Yao Erwang was still in the ICU, fighting for his life.

As for Mu Xize, it was unfair to him as well. From now on, he would have to live under the same roof with four people he didn’t like. He would be miserable, too.

Ruan Shimiao and Zhao Xuebing looked at Luan Jiyue with apologetic faces, feeling they had troubled him. Luan Jiyue smiled and shook his head, saying it was all right.

After waking, dressed in a thin robe, he opened the door, stepped out onto the deck, and stretched lazily.

"With my strength, I can at most block your path forward. If you want to take a detour, even travel through other worlds, I have no power to stop you. But elsewhere, other guardians will bar your way. In the world where Jiuquan City lies, your journey will be beset with obstacles," Yun said.

"How could she know? She just says things like that every day," Feng Xiaoxiao crouched atop the wall, her voice condescending.

"Hahaha! What did I tell you? Tonight, Jiyue will definitely win the championship!" Zhang Shanming said excitedly.

Thus, the Holy Flame Emperor made such a decision. If "Celestial Emperor Haotian" did not display the overwhelming might of a sovereign after someone trespassed the imperial palace, then he was, more likely than not, a mere puppet.

She gripped the gem tightly, her eyes filled with unwavering determination, their sharpness making it impossible for anyone to meet her gaze. Power is only power when it rests in your own hands; otherwise, it becomes a blade that threatens your life.

Du Juan was a bundle of nerves, thinking, "Why did she have to come back now, of all times—right when the old man is in a rage?"

Jiao Yuzhen had no way to refuse Jiao Ruzhi’s request, but her own situation was no better, for her future husband was precisely the one ruthlessly plotting to kill her.