Love at First Sight Chapter 95: Awaiting Your Answer Within Three Days

This Prince Is a Little Sweet Little Ancestor of Guanglin 1305 words 2026-02-09 16:53:16

In the study of the An Prime Minister’s residence, An Qingfeng had already dismissed all the servants, leaving only Zunxiu and Song Yingquan in the room.

“This was my oversight, but now that it’s happened, the most important thing is how we respond next,” he said, stroking his beard as he pondered their predicament. They knew far too little—what kind of trap had been set for them was a mystery. He had no idea what the Emperor might use this opportunity to investigate...

At that very moment, Qiu’er’s foot moved, kicking a pebble that struck the man’s outstretched finger aimed at Miss Huang. She followed up with a flying kick, aiming straight for the man’s face.

Lin Meixue, clutching her blanket, sneezed. Who was thinking of her at noon? Her eyes hadn’t even opened before she sneezed several more times, tears and mucus streaming down her face.

If the ancestral founder of the Immortal Alliance Palace had not perished and had become a sage of ancient times, then why did he allow the destruction of the Immortal Alliance Palace?

Even if he hadn’t been officially recognized, few dared provoke him in Yue City; even the mayor parachuted in from elsewhere had to show him respect.

After enduring until nightfall, Xia Tong curled her lips, stealing a glance at the man’s still smoldering gaze. Realizing she could no longer avoid him tonight, she stopped pretending.

As he spoke, Yun Xuan’s gaze shifted again to the three across from him—Yun Miao and the others. The calmness on his face gradually gave way to cold indifference.

Gu Yongwei was startled to see her. His heart tightened again when he noticed the bandages on her hands, and tears threatened to fall. That foolish girl—must she really be unable to live without him?

Qi Xiaoting noticed among the scattered heap of trash, there were rotten watermelons, spoiled melons, wilted leaves, and other refuse. She hurried over, picking a few pieces of each. Inside lay dried red dates, seemingly infested by worms—discarded by the farmers. Qi Xiaoting picked up a few of those as well.

Listening to Yun Xuan’s sudden words, Tan Xiang and the others furrowed their brows in confusion, their faces puzzled. Only Qianshou nodded thoughtfully.

Ren Qiang had been revealed by the Dao Ancestor as someone outside fate, and the news quickly spread among the disciples. Coupled with Ren Qiang’s dramatic experiences, he suddenly became the subject of conversation among brothers and between masters and disciples.

When Mbappé and McTominay knocked and entered, they saw the coach busy at the computer, his exact activity obscured.

Just like now—she had been bedridden for more than twenty days, and even walking a couple of steps left her breathless, so frail she could hardly manage.

The Sea Tribe’s strength had always surpassed their human martial artist counterparts. In Yang He’s view, a third-realm martial artist like Xiao Liancheng would never dare confront the third-realm Iron-Scaled Sea Python—it would be nothing but courting death.

On this matter, Lu Yang was certain—the other party would definitely undermine him. Not wanting to trouble his kind-hearted boss, Lu Yang turned and ran.

“Yesterday, His Highness asked for my opinion. I am willing, but since this is a marriage, I still need to consult my parents.” Qin Shiyuan’s voice was calm, as if describing an unappetizing breakfast.

No matter what, Song Zhi understood. The pain of losing a child was truly indescribable. Moreover, things had reached this point, and Song Zhi knew her apology was utterly useless. Now that it was too late, what meaning did an apology have?

Jin Sheng, terrified, lowered his gun under everyone’s gaze. The weapon fell to the floor, where Luo Chu kicked it aside.

Before the words had finished, the class leader fell backwards, his fate uncertain, and his walkie-talkie soared through the air before exploding.

The road was thorny, nothing resembling a real path—one could only climb upward, inch by inch, relying on oneself.

Ice City was now in complete chaos. Power and communications were lost, houses collapsed, rubble and abandoned vehicles blocked the streets, and all electronic devices had ceased to function under mysterious interference. Thus, evacuation could only be done on foot.