Chapter 98: Superhero 07

On the eve of a new round of competitions entering the Era of Miracles, the two companies made their moves once again.

“Ye Tian, the Long family is looking for you, even the Liang nation is searching. Who would have thought you’d be hiding in the Extreme Yin Abyss? You’re quite the master of concealment; no wonder no one can find you!” Zhang Jie stepped forward and said.

The disciples of Misty Peak expressed mixed opinions—some praising, others criticizing—but altogether, they reinforced Yun Hao Cang’s words, swiftly regaining the upper hand in public opinion.

At this moment, Ye Zhong lay reclined beside Li Guo’er, one arm draped over her left shoulder in a somewhat affectionate manner.

Xu Wuyou was also a genius and naturally understood that genius and strength were by no means synonymous; if it were that simple, it would be truly strange.

However, the reprimands, resistance, and struggles Ye Zhong had anticipated never materialized. His raised hand, poised to strike Yang Guifei’s mute point, hovered midair, unable to land the blow.

Thoughts flashed like lightning, racing wildly as if gone mad; Han Dong’s sharply contrasting black and white eyes were bloodshot.

“Oh dear, look at my temper. Your mother always used to call me old in her later years. You’re deliberately trying to provoke me. Just think—whose son am I? Mu Guiying actually believes it might be possible. But can Mu Guiying afford to lose her temper?”

Emperors always fancied themselves special, believing their reign titles held mysterious power—that was the origin of era names. But in reality, Earth would keep turning no matter who ruled. Moreover, what Shen Shi wanted to ask wasn’t about historical emperors’ era names.

If there were gains along the way, all the better; if not, Zhang Chen planned to visit a large pharmacy in Jiangnan, hoping for some unexpected bounty.

“Brother, don’t be anxious. We’ll definitely find the right one,” Wang Ge comforted Hou Changhe, feeling his frustration was unjustified.

His steps faltered, and he swayed, nearly colliding sideways. Qin Huanhuan’s heart raced, but the sword in her hand allowed no time for thought, carrying her body toward the side.

“Yes... yes!” Cui Sheng agreed without hesitation, but as soon as the words left his mouth, the atmosphere between them shifted. Was he too frivolous? His lips wanted to refuse, but his heart couldn’t bring itself to.

Voices of discussion rose from the sidewalk, where a dense crowd had gathered.

No one understood why these barbarians refused to dissipate. In just two months, six groups of formidable men had spied on the distillery—thieves with undying ambition. They said an innocent man bears no guilt, but possession of a treasure invites trouble. He was merely collecting funds for brandy and homemade liquor; if he revealed the glass, the heavens might fall.

But for now, there were only two people—insufficient for the task of accepting the bounty for a second-tier mech warrior.

“Counting the days, the Wind and Cloud Season Gathering is just four days away, so we must hurry. The mission must be completed within two days,” Zhu Wen said.

The wedding scene erupted into chaos once more when the groom suddenly lunged at his mother-in-law, nearly biting her neck. It was a serious issue, but no one knew what had happened.

Suddenly, all these people vanished into the black passageway, their forms swallowed by a staggering number of star-eating gold mice.

“You say you want me to handle it, but did you ask if I agreed?” Ye Zihan lazily glanced at Ye Lu, her tone neither warm nor cold.

“No need for pleasantries. Now, tell me about the chaos in the land—I’m still completely in the dark,” Du Bai smiled faintly, dropping all formalities.

“As head of the family, Lord Ye must be overwhelmed with affairs daily. For you to take time out today, surely it’s not merely to congratulate me on my birthday?” Su Yingheng added.

Epilogue: Legend tells of a pair of jade pendants blessed by divine lovers. Possessing them and making a wish ensures eternal companionship with one’s true love, never to part. We all hope, we all yearn for the favor of the goddess of luck. Yet in this fleeting world, whose hopes are not shared?

The eunuch’s face was ashen, the rouge unable to conceal it. He ground his teeth silently, offering no rebuttal.

For example, some flaunt their affection daily, showcasing their filial piety—perhaps to prove to outsiders that they are rare good men?

A sudden chill and mounting tension made Zhuang Qingqing sneeze involuntarily.

Though Aixi's expression showed no relief, she immediately ordered more supplies transported from the rear to this location, ensuring her main forces had enough energy to counter the Winter Claw’s forthcoming counterattack.

Despite recalling everything from the dream, she felt both strange and familiar about it.

She had no desire to have much contact with this scheming man—who knew when he might betray her.

This statement startled the servants guarding them; the lady had just demanded so much at once.

Such merit would be enough for Cao Jianbing to rise swiftly from the police force to become the chief of the Sansha City Police Department.

Yun Duoduo was awakened by someone shaking her. Opening her heavy eyelids, she saw the anxious face of the kitchen lady.

Yun Duoduo shook her head—she would meet again when the time was right. In her current disheveled state, she was truly unfit to face Leng Muhan.

Though embarrassed, for Mo Zihan’s safety, Yi Wuchen still mustered the courage to ask.

“Snap!” Xia Yanbing reached over and turned off the stereo, gripping the steering wheel and taking a deep breath, forcibly banishing Li Rui’s face from his mind.

Though his eyes were closed, he had activated his all-seeing eye, watching the two perform their farcical act, along with Simafen Guo inside the interview car.

His mother had just awakened. For five years, he had never experienced having a mother. These days, with his mother by his side, he felt so happy, so warm.