Chapter 93 She Is Called Su Qingli
After hanging up the phone, Su Liangyue’s expression changed abruptly—she hurled her phone onto the ground. Her mental state had been fragile for some time, and that night, once again, she found herself unable to sleep.
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Elsewhere, at the Di Corporation.
Early in the morning, Su Qingli arrived at the office, and Feifei handed her a cup of coffee.
“Qingli, you came here today...”
Kona never told Wuwei, nor did she let anyone else speak of it; instead, she simply cared for him with unusual attentiveness these past few days, nagging endlessly.
Though Lin Daiyu’s fate was unfortunate, there was one blessing: after arriving in the capital, she was looked after by Yue Ling. If Lin Daiyu’s words were true, then the care she received was even more meticulous than from her own parents.
Facing Duan Qinyi’s provocation, Gu Qingcheng refused to back down. She took Chu Lingxiao’s other hand and pressed it firmly to her chest, pushing it insistently.
“Really now, isn’t this just trying to steal business from Jiaoniang?” I looked at Feng Yunhao’s men, unable to suppress my displeasure.
As the birthday of the Mistress of the Eastern Island approached, the streets bustled with noise and excitement. The festive scene gradually lifted my spirits as well.
In the digital world, few Digimon had ever seen a Royal Knight with their own eyes. Most had only heard the name, never met one in person, so the Royal Knights were nothing short of legend in the digital realm.
Hua Mulan could not be bothered to deal with each person individually. She simply rolled up in her quilt and went back to sleep on her mat.
After quite some time, the group still couldn’t agree on a plan. Each clung to their own opinions, and no one could persuade the others.
On the other side, when a stranger called her name aloud, Meng Lian’s heart tightened. She immediately brought the lantern closer. The faint firelight illuminated an unforgettable face—half beautiful, half disfigured.
A continuous buzzing filled the air as the tremors grew ever stronger. The lightbulb dangling from the ceiling swayed wildly, banging against the walls with a hollow thud.
A short sword, hidden beneath the long hem of a ceremonial robe, flashed outward in a deadly arc—slicing diagonally from upper right to lower left, its trail a vivid, mournful crimson, as striking as the evening glow.
“Not only that.” The top official of Guangnan Province, an elderly man with graying hair, adjusted his glasses. His voice became more grave than ever before.
“This is sheer madness.” Lin Ai cursed inwardly. Where did Judas get the confidence to think these people could ever communicate properly?
Fortunately, when Shen Shi and the others arrived at the Mu family estate, nothing more dramatic occurred—no scenes of in-laws beating the groom with sticks; nothing of the sort.
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“In this wretched weather, the police have long since retreated to the station to sleep.” The world outside the window was a blur. Although this typhoon merely grazed Honolulu with its tail, it still brought violent storms and extreme thunderstorms, with wind and rain battering the beautiful city.
The square-cut channel was pierced through by the power of a soul—the third move of Han Dong’s Samsara Seal had struck it dead-on.
Time travel again. Four-dimensional energies again. He worried that the Scarblade Elder would turn from mentor to foe.
A gigantic silver sword crashed down from the heavens, wreathed in terrifying power—like a bolt of lightning, it smashed violently into the rock.
The more Wei Zhongxian refused to use something, the more Gu Polu wanted to try it. Seeing Wei Zhongxian’s hesitation only made Gu Polu all the more curious: what was the real reason for not deploying the catapult?
Zuo Chengfeng commanded tens of thousands below the seventh rank throughout the Southern Spirit Mountains. The two former cities of the region had been razed by magical beasts. Not only had the Night God Hall retreated from the mountains, but all who once lived there were forced to flee.
Once the source was severed, Long Fan spat out a mouthful of blood; exhaustion washed over him, weighing down his body.
By now, all the Celestials were in a panic, and at last, they realized that so-called ancestor was nothing but hot air. Who would claim such a deadly ancestor now? Let whoever wants him take him.