Volume One, Chapter 84: Forcing Him to Reveal the Truth

Lu Cheng couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyelids. He spoke bluntly, "Not interested. Get lost." It wasn’t that he lacked curiosity, but rather that he knew Shen Mingyan all too well. The moment he showed even the slightest hint of interest, Shen Mingyan would linger at the door for another half hour.

"Fine, if you’re not interested, forget it." Shen Mingyan waved his hand dismissively, shut the door, and left.

Lu Cheng raised an eyebrow at the now-closed door. How curious—this time, he didn’t follow the usual script.

"Qingcheng, you don’t look too well today. When we have breakfast, make sure you eat a little more." As she handed over a red envelope, Madame Chu held her hand warmly, her concern evident.

The original form of Jarvis II was a square box, with several wires connecting it to the robot. Jarvis II began operating at full capacity, hacking into the opposing system.

This giant bird was covered in silver feathers, each one five or six meters long. Even more astonishing, silver patterns shimmered across the feathers, each emitting a blinding silver light.

Boom! Lu Xuan suddenly felt his mind go blank—he couldn’t take it anymore! Just as he was excitedly about to reach out with his wicked hand, Zhang Yufei shoved him away.

"Ugh!" The two men were just about to roll up their sleeves and put on a show of strength, but before they could, they were vomited on, right in the face, and immediately retched in disgust.

"What are you standing there for? It’s raining—if you’re late, it’ll be freezing." An Yining glared at him again, her tone impatient.

When they were still half a mile from the Dark World, Brando signaled the Judgement Army to halt. He gathered everyone together and began assigning tasks for the mission.

Yet, the battles between these three were utterly lackluster. Lin Hao was certain that none of them were Wang Biao, Yue Shan, or Hao.

Seeing her so obedient, Sikong Han raised his eyebrows in mild surprise, but showed nothing on his face. He continued to feed her spoonful by spoonful.

Before everyone’s eyes, a dazzling ice sword thirty-two yards long swiftly materialized.

Just then, a deep voice reached her ears, pulling Yun Wanyao’s wandering thoughts back. She nodded vigorously, signaling her agreement.

He wanted him to know that everyone supported him without hesitation, even if it meant climbing a mountain to work in the middle of the night—no one uttered a word of complaint.

The fight escalated; one of them slashed the other aside, seized the Jade Lord’s emerald eyeball, and dashed away in a frenzy.

He hadn’t known Old Guo long, but he could already see a rare sincerity in the man’s eyes.

Suddenly, the sheer gauze canopy was drawn aside. Dressed only in a thin white undergarment, Lu Huaijin slid off the bed, panic etched across his face as he looked at Mo Zhao.

In the end, they were miserably swindled, and so badly that if they couldn’t satisfy those people, what awaited them next would be a fate worse than death.

Lu Pingzhou played along, "Director Wu is right. I have the tickets for the bed, wardrobe, and dresser. Once we get the house, I’ll take Manman to pick out whatever furniture she likes."

After hearing his theory, Cheng Man nearly burst out laughing. She had to talk him out of riding the bike, and the two of them took their lunchboxes and strolled to the cafeteria together.

But at that time, Chu Mu said nothing, so Nan Feng had no idea whose advice he’d actually taken.

It was best if the plot remained unchanged. Even if it deviated, she only needed to make a little more effort to steer it back—no big deal.

Shen Xu’s words left Chen Xi astonished. Laws of space and time—he’d never heard of such things before. How had he missed something like this?

He stopped outside the hospital room, hesitating to enter. He sniffed himself to make sure he didn’t smell, then slowly grasped the doorknob and walked in.

She gazed out the window, sensing he was driving toward the suburbs; the houses grew lower and fewer as they went.

Wang Jiong’s eyes were wide with disbelief. He couldn’t accept what had just happened, nor could he fathom how Su Mu had done it. Could it be that he, too, possessed a true spirit?