Chapter 92: Asking Lu Dayong for Help

“If a single hair is missing from Qiuqiu, I will never let you off.” Before heading to the kitchen, she tossed out this threat.

This was something Qiu Lingyang had never imagined would happen. She had thought, she had assumed... She patted her own head, blaming herself for being so muddleheaded—after all, it had always just been her assumption.

Mo Xuan opened the box. Inside lay a longevity lock, adorned with a piece of exquisite jade—clearly an old, rare variety. Ye Zhen frowned; she doubted this item was from the local town.

“After the king’s affairs are settled, those of you who wish to remain in the palace may stay and serve. The princess and consort are both wise and just; you will not be treated unfairly.”

The only blemish was a bluish-purple handprint on the back, and, faintly visible above the hips, traces of a burn.

The Second Princess had actually raised the royal-prohibited laser gun and shot down the flying saucer belonging to the Eldest Princess and Eldest Consort, without even a crease in her brow—such ruthless means.

Yet, upon seeing the person who burst out laughing, she herself froze into a statue, utterly stunned.

With this thought, Yuan Xiao looked at Yuan Yuan with much less turmoil in her heart. She couldn’t cause trouble for Ying Yin; Yuan Yuan was someone Ying Yin had protected for a thousand years—how could she bring her any burden?

In an instant, thick black smoke enveloped the surroundings, blurring her vision. She realized she had been poisoned, and the effects were only deepening.

Guo Zilin had always believed Li Qing’s character was cunning, and sure enough—look how sharp she was. The moment the mood soured, she slipped away.

“All right, brothers, grab your weapons! Let’s avenge our boss!” At Si Quezi’s shout, the henchmen on site all howled in response.

Moreover, at that time, Cai Yue had only ever believed him to be the one who killed Xiao Ling. The more he said, the more she would think he was covering up and hiding something. He had no proof. At that time, he didn’t even know where the real Ades was.

“Stop thinking about it, just stop.” Qiu Se touched her cheeks, which were faintly warm. Better to wait until they actually come to propose. She forced the image of Madam Jia and her son from her mind. She had pickles to make, a banquet to prepare, a new script to write—this was no time for idle fancies.

“Mm, yes. Brother Yifei, can I nap with Dabai at noon?” Su Tianyao giggled, patting the big white dog cuddled in her arms.

The fortune-teller placed the coin in the center of his palm, then pressed his hands together, letting out a loud chant as if channeling energy. Slowly, he parted his palms, and, miraculously, a coin hovered between them.

“I never intended to kill you—why must you force my hand?” Her tone held a trace of regret.

Dashan saw that Qian Yifei’s car had been stopped but then turned around and came back. The police, realizing they were together, smiled and waved Qian Yifei’s car through.

Mo Qiaoqi’s entire family died of gas poisoning that night. The police ruled it a suicide.

Speaking of which, Park Ji-yeon and her group TARA had just become wildly popular in Korea and across Asia. Yet, at the height of this stardom, she was already considering quitting—is life in show business truly that painful?

The King of Hell burst forth with astonishing speed, darting straight into the regular prison, then running toward the eastern wall. The defenses there were far less stringent; he simply leapt over the wall and was free.

In midair, a blade shrouded in azure light danced with awe-inspiring might, its sharp gleam drawing many sidelong glances.

As long as Xiao Wuxie was present, the enemy could never triumph—this was the conviction in everyone’s heart at that moment.

“So this is why you came to find me?” Though a tempest raged in Xiao Wuxie’s heart, he maintained a calm exterior.

The game Vastness also emphasized gradual progression. Yet, it was not just the players who advanced step by step—the monsters, too, were growing stronger.

Sonic Roar: Uses sound waves to stun all enemies and monsters within a ten-meter radius for three seconds.

“That’s fine.” The head of the Su family looked at the endless mountains with some apprehension. Moving his whole family was no simple matter.

Besides, Mo Liu would never refuse Guan Miaotong’s requests. He had promised she would live a happy life.

At this moment, however, the string of beads was precisely the core of the formation. Now, with it broken, a fissure appeared in the surrounding array.

Looking out across the forest, one could see a vast, boundless lake. Atop the lake stood a luxurious palace, its reflection merging sky and water, shimmering icy blue, as if only a portion peeked above while the rest lay submerged.

Seeing the cold light in Bing Lan’s eyes and hearing her words, Mo Liu inexplicably felt a pang of heartache.

Facing such an outcome, Song Tianming could only sigh in resignation. Long-distance communication equipment consumed enormous power, which was manageable under normal circumstances. But now, trapped and after several fierce battles, the train’s anti-aircraft system’s basic power reserves were completely depleted.

“The other possibility—well, if it’s possible, why not?” Li Mu truly didn’t mind. When he chose the Republican Party, part of it was because of Will, but mostly because they were the ruling party. If you can have meat, why settle for soup?

But now, what seemed mere fantasy had become an ironclad certainty. The person Bai Yi entrusted was none other than the chief logistics commander who dared argue with even the Soviet high command. Just recalling his dealings with this man made Mikoyan’s head throb.

The valet said, “No problem.” He immediately relayed Wei Renwu’s room request to the hotel lobby via walkie-talkie.

Mo Yu Jingyun helped Yi’er onto the carriage, while Mo Yu Jingchen watched them leave before turning back to the palace.

Yue Ming awoke to find himself still at home, tears at the corners of his eyes, with Wei Renwu and Zhang Feng staring wide-eyed at him.

Thinking of the snow lotus, she had already confirmed that Lord Chen had indeed once brought one back. No matter what, tonight she was determined to visit his residence and investigate.

Without a second thought, Mikoyan barked out orders, but as soon as he did, he noticed Morozov’s gaze was a little odd. Mikoyan’s enduring success in the treacherous Soviet political arena was due not only to caution, but also to extraordinary intellect—without that, he would never have made it this far.