Chapter 115: The True Intent of Ju Entrusts the Orphan

The storm raged through the entire night, thunder rolling incessantly.
At dawn’s first light, An He quietly slipped back into his bedroom, still holding the nearly unconscious Amamiya Sayu in his arms.
That girl had silently taken the place of Kuroya Fusako last night. Because of the blackout, it was too dark for An He to notice at first; only upon entering did he sense something was amiss.
Though equally petite, the feeling she gave was entirely different.
In an instant, An He realized…
Since Lei Tai had confided his innermost thoughts to Liu Yu, it meant he had laid out two paths before her: one was to follow Lei Tai loyally and fulfill her duties with utmost dedication; the other was death, to prevent his plans from being exposed.
The mech paid no heed to whether Qiu Qiong was angry. Locking onto her body, it swung its fists and launched an attack. Qiu Qiong steadied herself, then suddenly exploded with power in her legs, swiftly sidestepping to the mech’s right side amid a gusting rush of wind. The mech hastily turned to re-lock onto her, but before it could, Qiu Qiong let out a fierce roar, raised her sword, and leapt into the air.
The wild girl had gone out, but the white-furred spirit pet would not settle, tearing the garden’s spiritual plants apart, leaving them overturned.
As the Dao of Heaven trembled and the winds roared, formidable figures of immense power began their investigations. Those skilled in divination and prophecy, even sages, started deducing who could possess such audacity.
With a humming sound spreading, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared on the ground, instantly forming a six-pointed star array.
Yet the crowd was overwhelming, so the two families separated into different rooms to watch. The children fell asleep by nine o’clock. Mr. Dai took Chengcheng to her room and settled her before everyone continued watching the Spring Festival Gala.
The two had entered the palace early; the Empress Dowager was still resting at noon. Qi Hai and Qi Dai waited outside the Empress Dowager’s gate.
Look, today too, right on time, came the sound from Bai Ling’s room in the special zone that made one want to smash everything to pieces.
After listening for a long time, Zhu Zhu finally understood that her grandmother wanted her to meet this man for an arranged match.
“Yes, yes, you’re the best. Who is Liu Yanuo? When did you meet this foreign man?” Ling’er seemed to have heard the name from Qi Dai earlier but hadn’t inquired further. Now A Jue mentioned it again—who exactly was he?
“Why are you telling me this? Are you trying to warn me to avoid him?” Lin Yaxin asked with a playful smile.
It wasn’t that the allied leader was generous enough to stake all his possessions at once; truly, the thieves were too skilled in the darkness. Even if they couldn’t overpower, they could retreat safely. Thus, this was inevitably a battle that could only yield gains with little risk.
“Got it, brother. Anyway, we’ll respond to force with force, and adapt to circumstances. I’m not afraid of him.” I just don’t believe he can do anything to me.
Many top ancient mechanical beasts appeared before everyone. Their mere appearance inspired the mechanists profoundly.
If Bluetooth had some degree of intelligence, it might be possible to mount this cannon on his ground machine. Those lenses had energy stacking effects and were difficult to control. Creating such an arm-mounted light cannon was already challenging; innovating further would require time.
His palm itched and ached where she bit, warming gradually with her breath, causing his hand to tremble slightly.
Waving the magic banner again, five skulls on its surface emitted rings of light, instantly restraining a demon swordsman. With a strong tug, he forced the swordsman to shield him from harm.
“What’s with those starving ghosts? Why so happy?” The Turks below the city asked each other in confusion, unable to understand.
“Are you really so surprised? You look at me as if seeing a ghost,” Yang Pu smiled gently. Dressed in a dark suit and white shirt, just like most elites—meticulous and refined. Wearing glasses, his gaze was soft and clear, carrying a scholarly elegance and a distinct gentlemanly charm.