Love at First Sight Chapter 91: A Fatal Flaw

In Zun You’s study, he held Wen Yueqing’s hand, waiting for her to state her request.

“In front of others, I can put on an act, but when it’s just the two of us, may I be myself?” she asked, her expression grave.

This was her bottom line in compromise; the matter was truly important to her. As an actress of consummate skill, she was confident she could play any role to perfection, but even so...

“Gentlemen, please!” At the entrance to the tent, Jin Wei gestured, making it clear that the officers were expected to take their leave.

Sha Wusheng had trained all his life with the goal of defeating the Emperor of the Apocalypse Blade, yet he could never have imagined that, in the end, his Sixfold Godslayer Slash would still be unable to overcome the Blade Emperor.

In truth, she felt rather wronged; out of nowhere, she’d been targeted, all because of the troublemakers around her.

The following day, a piece of news left a group of officers dumbfounded: the Persian nobles in Tusi City indicated that negotiations might not be impossible after all. Sima Ji shrugged, his expression helpless, as if to say, “Once again, I was right.” The King of Yan’s understanding of social hierarchy far surpassed that of these officers of humble birth; it was simply the reality.

He, too, seemed to have just bathed, wearing a simple white loungewear, a far cry from the white lab coat he usually donned in the laboratory. His hair, fresh from washing, was fluffy and gently curled, and the scent of his shower gel—unexpectedly minty—lingered around Fu Ran, subtly stirring her senses.

He casually refined tens of millions of elemental crystals and hundreds of thousands of magic crystals, condensing several masses of annihilation force. Even if he couldn’t kill a Supreme Saint, it would be more than enough to destroy this Demon Willow City.

“Are you trying to show off before this old man?” Chen Sanguang demanded, his immortal martial power beginning to gather.

The three of them were visibly relieved; in such a terrifying place, what they feared most was perpetual darkness.

Su Xinyu walked to the entrance of the banquet hall, hesitated, and glanced back, only to find his figure had already melted into the darkness behind, becoming one with the shadows.

Last night’s failure, coupled with today’s meeting where Murong Feng utterly humiliated him, left Murong Yu unable to contain his fury; he stormed over to confront Murong Feng.

Lina was instantly delighted by the crystal glass pillars and had Da Gu take several photos of her with them.

Although gas masks cannot produce oxygen, with Martha leading the way and Li Qingshan guiding them, they were still able to traverse a fifteen-meter-long underground passage without issue.

Yet, those who thought this way clearly had a problem; to the experts, this device was not for seeking spiritual energy, but rather for finding the earth’s veins—it was a geomantic locator.

Things were still going smoothly on their end. After Gu Haofeng helped upgrade the powers of every member of the Rabbit Team and ran multiple tests, they finally set out again after some reorganizing.

And now? The Imperial Guards, the emperor’s own troops, were wiped out by order of the Ming emperor despite committing no wrongdoing. It was a joke unheard of for centuries—yet a joke that had become their reality.

In fact, besides the landlord, several real estate agents had also called. As professionals, even they advised him, “You need to be flexible.”

Looking at the situation, it was clear that someone had intervened. But who, and for what reason?

“Damn, you can’t even handle these guys?” Nu Qi looked at Su Yang with utter disdain.

The two of them emerged from the woods, only to see Xia Niandong approaching. As he raised his right hand in greeting, Gu Haofeng glanced over and blurted out, “Holy crap!” Startled, he grabbed Zhao Daxin and retreated several steps before coming to a halt.

His thoughts were a tangled mess, unsure what to do, when suddenly a hand appeared, holding out a glass of wine.

“To hell with your preamble! Just get to the point—who has time to listen to your nonsense?” Impatient to find Yan Yu, but curious about the so-called Spirit-Guiding Talisman, I slapped the top of Fatty’s head as he gazed skyward and cursed him sharply.