Love at First Sight, Chapter 97: I Believe in You

Wen Yueqing, hearing his words, realized she had been a bit too hasty with her question. She stood up and poured him a cup of tea.
"Here, drink this first," she said, settling down beside him.
Zun You smiled at her without speaking, taking up the tea and sipping it slowly.
Wen Yueqing sat quietly by his side, observing his demeanor and sensing that the matter was likely resolved.
The emperor had summoned him urgently, and just moments ago she had been worried, uncertain...
The Borjigit clan received no pleas for mercy; the tenth princess, pleased with her family's support, had been in better spirits these days. Even Yin Shiwo, who rarely showed kindness to the Borjigit clan, finally gave them a pleasant glance.
They found several pouches on their bodies, each containing a considerable number of spirit beads—over forty, roughly counted.
Most ninjas lacked strong bloodlines, so shooting the Fire Shadow’s head from eight hundred miles away wasn’t impossible. With the right timing, it was entirely feasible.
"Heh, Kiritsugu Emiya, is this fellow planning a one-on-one duel with me? Arrogant fool. I’ll show you, a lowly magician, what a true magus really is."
Tokiomi Tohsaka’s proud and conceited nature was on full display at this moment. He already believed victory was within his grasp. The long-held wish of the Tohsaka family was finally about to be fulfilled in his hands.
"Keisha! You will lose everything, just as I will!" Pan Zhen roared in fury, while Keisha continued to trample his pride, mocking his incompetence, and flaunting her victory from above.
"This Dharma image is not something you could ever hope to touch or understand," Qi Wan replied calmly, then manipulated his Dharma image to unleash a furious assault upon that domain.
"Master, everything has been prepared. All the supplies for the princess have been sent from the capital," Su Peisheng said directly, standing at Yin Zhen’s side.
"Yes, the Soul Sect somehow managed to produce five of them, and now they’re all surrounding me!" Qi Wan muttered.
What followed was much simpler. With no danger to his life, Ye Feng remained at Luoyun Peak until the evening of the next day. Just as the chief sent someone again to invite the sect leader over, Ye Feng had fulfilled his promised day and disappeared without a trace.
Zhao Yuansuo gently pushed open the palace doors, entered with a smile, and casually closed them behind him. The shadow crouched beneath the eaves could barely see, but not make out the Eighth Prince’s face. He wanted to get closer for a better look, but feared Zhao Yuansuo’s martial prowess and dared not act rashly.
Across from him, Harando’s face was filled with disbelief and despair. He was gravely wounded.
An Xuan pursed her lips, feeling she had waited in vain. So, she decided to do it herself, forgetting her hand was wet. A few drops fell into the hot oil, causing it to splatter several times onto her hand.
To reduce Zhang Wanmo’s fever, I kept using his discarded wetsuit for physical cooling, though it didn’t work well.
Only Zhang Ba wore a cold smile, showing no fear of the threat from the shotgun, and strode forward boldly.
Xuantong deftly dodged, and the person and cat circled Lu Nuanxi’s legs, playing a game of tag. Xuantong was feeling proud when someone seized the scruff of his destiny.
Before she could finish her sentence, Zheng Xiyao convulsed in agony. An invisible hand gripped her throat, cutting off her breath and causing her to suffocate.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Dromio brandished his longsword, engaged in a fierce duel with a level-six barbarian wolf rider. Their combat was intense and lively. Similarly, a scorpion with a green tail was watching him closely.
Later, after removing the radiation from the meteorite, its true purpose was finally discovered.