Volume One Chapter 78: Playing Games
Wen Xuyu paused, spoon halfway to her lips. Seizing the moment while Bian Xunzhou was in a good mood, she felt it necessary to clarify matters with him.
"Forgive me, Mr. Bian," she raised her eyes, calm and unhurried, "Gu Zhen is just my senior at the research institute. Inevitably, I will have to interact with him, so I may not be able to comply with your request."
Had he not said he would make it public? Yet, before he left that day, he made it clear he intended to announce the matter. What did he mean by this? Why, after everything had unfolded this way, did he still wish to maintain the relationship as it had been before?
Still, since she had to stay a while longer, passing the time with a game did not seem such a poor idea.
This, in turn, explained why Liu Chuang’s attacks were so fierce—yet he hadn’t managed to strike even a shadow.
Why had the Master Yinyan suddenly spoken such words? He had never said anything like this before. Could it be because of Chu Yu? Moreover, the conversation they had planned—he had yet to make things clear.
Xiao Ziyu, for her part, could not be bothered with Chu Haoxuan. Still, he had come to deliver a message, relaying all that had just occurred to Xiao Ziyu before making a swift retreat.
One of the team members glanced behind him under cover of darkness. They had traveled so far that there was not a soul in sight, not even among the Nightfolk. Coming upon a grove of willows, his wild instincts stirred, and he thought to indulge himself for a moment there.
“She’s a sophomore, a department head in the Computer Programming Club—Dong Zhi. Did anyone see her pass by?”
Never mind, now was not the time to dwell on such things. The place was indeed comfortable, after all. He took a seat on the other side, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked in a measured tone.
Director Zhao turned to see An Ran approaching and felt a pang of awkwardness. After all, swapping roles at the last minute before the contract was signed had been quite embarrassing. With Xiao Ziyu here too, he felt it best to keep silent, offered a polite greeting, and left hurriedly.
But the crowd’s attack had already closed in. The demon had barely enough time to shield itself with its wings, unable even to summon other protective talismans.
“Precisely. Those longevity peaches were made with spiritual medicine mantou. Just two, and he’s able to walk with ease,” the attending physician nodded.
Naturally, in order to obtain precise measurements of his new sports car’s performance, Chen Hao spared no expense in thoroughly upgrading several old radar guns.
For if they called out, anyone attempting to auction counterfeits would become the laughingstock of the room. What might happen then was truly anyone’s guess.
Then, with a swift motion at his waist, a pitch-black iron chain appeared in his hand—the very Soul Lock Chain taken from the ghost cultivator.
“What do you mean by that? Didn’t the vet just say that old man had avian flu? Couldn’t he pass it directly to us?” a passenger demanded.
That feeling was as if a thread had wound itself around him, interwoven and knotted, stretching into some unknown distance, tugging at him with a force greater than Earth’s gravity.
Upon seeing the man’s photograph, Xu Guangxu gasped in astonishment, staring at Jiang Fan in disbelief.
A mistake here or there in translation might not matter, but too many errors could utterly distort the intended meaning. Add omissions, and the result became incomprehensible.
Duyuan soared above, emerging from the void—his actions had triggered the formation’s mechanism. This Modati was clearly the catalyst, used as bait to ensnare Duyuan, drawing him into a trap without his knowledge.
"A veterinarian—don’t get your hopes up too high. Sometimes, the human body can display abilities that surpass the ordinary," Liu Anran remarked, fearing the higher her husband’s expectations, the greater his disappointment. She simply could not believe a veterinarian could cure an illness recognized as terminal by the medical world.