Chapter 95: The Moonlight of Memory

Gu Mosi’s lips drooped, his expression once again pitiful and on the verge of tears. “Senior Lu Ming, how would I dare to bully Miss Youyou? Clearly, it was Miss Youyou who suggested the duel first. Why are you blaming me now?”

Everyone could see who was really bullying whom; no one here was a fool. Even Youyou’s character was obviously specialized as a healer, not even equipped with a decent set of DPS gear. Why would someone with incomplete DPS equipment so fearlessly challenge a top-tier player with a national ranking to a duel?

At this moment, the staff of the Operations Department felt the greatest unease. Even though this company belonged to Lu Ming, it was still directly overseen by their own superiors, and in the future, they would have to face them daily...

Zhou Liangping’s heart sank to rock bottom. Instinctively, he suspected this was the handiwork of Qiao Zhixuan.

“Hmph! The junior I have my eye on is not someone you can just kill at will!” Just as the Stone King was about to strike down Chu Ye, a surge of overwhelming spiritual power erupted from Chu Ye’s body, instantly forcing the Stone King back. At that same moment, a barrier resembling a screen of spiritual energy appeared above Chu Ye’s head.

The nanny, hired for middle-aged parents, spoke fluent English as she explained baby care basics to Gu Liangsheng.

Yet considering Mu Cheng’s status and his position within the Mu family, Zhi Yue scratched her head, feeling awkward about the situation.

At the Gubeikou Pass, Ergouzi, who had just come on duty, grinned mischievously but couldn’t hide the worry in his tone as he asked the captain beside him.

“Boom!” When Chu Ye’s fist struck the ground, a thunderous crash resounded. His fist actually sank into the earth, and cracks spread outward like a spiderweb from the point of impact.

“What’s the attribute of your Dragon Pearl?” Yan Xiangnuan, guided by a strange sixth sense, felt as if the truth were finally coming to light.

If a reporter ever caught her and Zhou Liangping roughhousing like this, who knew what stories they might spin about the two of them.

No one else could truly understand the friendship between her and Yan Xiangnuan. Yan would never lie to her, and she would never doubt Yan’s loyalty.

Outside, a commotion seemed to ripple through the corridor, and Situ Hao’s voice drew steadily closer. The man inside remained calm and unhurried, unaffected by the possibility of being discovered, while my own heart pounded in my chest.

Descending the staircase, they found the metal steps severely rusted and decayed. Yet now, none of them were too weak to handle it. Even Fan Qiong had entered the Qi Refining stage, more than capable of dealing with such obstacles.

“Lord Gongsun, you have come from afar. Lord Jiang and I have prepared a modest feast to welcome you and wash away the dust of your journey. I hope you won’t mind the simplicity of our border town,” Tang Zheng greeted Gongsun Zan.

Whenever he spotted a cicada on the tree, he would approach slowly with a bamboo pole, using the spiderweb at the tip to catch the insect before playing with it in his hand.

Qin Ming quickly waved his hand and leaned close to Que’er’s ear, pointing toward the distant lava while putting on an air of great mystery.

“It’s been reported already. The memorial was submitted over a month ago, clearly stating the matter.” With something so significant, how could he not report it? Alas, the court had yet to express its stance.

“It’s so late—where are you going?” Lin Feng stood up, brushed the dust from his clothes, and asked Lin Yu in front of him.

In contrast, he had only performed a single treatment, and just an ordinary one at that. Most importantly, he had kept something in reserve.

He picked up some noodles with his chopsticks, chewed for a moment, then sipped the broth—rich, sweet, and fragrant, a deep sense of satisfaction welling up within him.

“I know, I know. You want to say that those two aren’t right for each other now, but they’re perfect for a lifetime together.”

The Winged Howler Demon King was born of heaven and earth—not of noble lineage, yet endowed with a unique spiritual sense, able to perceive the essence of all living things.

With so many experts present, all powerless before the forming evil aura, what gave Wang Meng the confidence to claim it was no trouble?

“It’s not like that. When considering issues or making policy, we should think more about the common people at the bottom. They have no ability to withstand the storms,” Lin Cheng said solemnly.