Chapter 49: Oh, Smartphone Genie, Come Out and Play~

"Folks, I'm sorry, I'm late."

The moment Chen Jiazhi sat in front of the camera, netizens immediately noticed something was off with her.

[What happened?]
[Did someone bully her?!]
[Oh god, could she have really gotten into a fight with her boyfriend?]
[Definitely. Her eyes are all red, she's totally been crying.]

"Something came up at the last minute today, so I might have to end the broadcast..." Before Chen Jiazhi could finish—

As the Emperor of the Empire, Liu Yongyuan did not hold excessively vast authority, nor did he have an overwhelming number of specific duties. Most of the time, his public appearances were largely symbolic, leaving him with occasional free time to pursue his favorite scientific research and similar endeavors.

Strictly speaking, everyone gathered here had grown close to one another purely because of Ye Yu. As the saying goes, anxiety stems from care; the moment something happened to him, even the most carefree and reckless ghosts would grow anxious and panicked, let alone Youxiang, who had always looked up to him as both an elder brother and a father figure.

Had it not been for the realization that they lacked such immense strength, the number of recruits answering Ding Yuan's call alone might have easily reached forty or fifty thousand.

The entire Purple Eagle unit surged forward with a roar, shouting slogans while dodging continuous attacks from space, heading straight for the Empire's flagship, the "Stellar."

"How can it be too late! Yuyuko, you are coming with me right now. So what if the Saigyou Ayakashi blooms?" Yukari continued to persuade her. Yet, knowing full well that Yuyuko's mind was already made up, she had already resolved that if Yuyuko remained utterly unwilling... she would carry her away by force.

"Mind-control micro-machines" were designed precisely for this purpose. Moreover, Yun Hai could not be certain whether "Borg" and the other Kai aliens—whose understanding of technology outside of battleship weaponry was quite limited—possessed devices capable of detecting abnormal mental wave fluctuations within their memories.

These three aliens unleashed powerful mystic arts against Lin Ying, yet it had no effect whatsoever. Those spiritual attacks struck Lin Ying's body without causing the slightest ripple.

"I have heard that Qingmei Mountain is magnificent and its abbot possesses profound Daoist mastery, so I have come specifically to pay a visit. However, it proved too difficult to present a formal visiting card at the mountain gate, leaving me with no other choice. Please forgive any offense this may cause," Tu Yuan's voice drifted through the air.

Tu Yuan noticed a lingering sense of exhaustion deep within Shi Xuan's eyes, as though he had not yet fully awakened from sleep.

This man, whom we had once crossed paths with in Shanghai, reappeared before our eyes after more than half a year of separation, leaving us to wonder about the purpose of his visit.

This Chiyou Stele could hardly be a fake, yet judging by Ba's demeanor, there was clearly still something he had left unsaid. No matter; as long as he gave himself time, every problem would eventually find a solution.

"Wasn't I just joking?" Xu Yunjian chuckled good-naturedly, pulling a wad of cash from his pocket. The largest bill was a five-hundred-denomination note, which should be enough to cover the cost of a night's tryst. He patted Lu Li on the shoulder, flashed a wide grin, and bounded back up the stairs without looking back.

"Why can't the Seal-Receiving Grand Ceremony be held at the Daming Gate? Does Dahai really not understand what this auspicious omen signifies for our Great Ming and for His Majesty?" Wei Zhongxian assumed that Yuan Dahai failed to grasp how joyous this auspicious omen truly was.

Zhuge Ran had also met Guan Shaoyang by chance, and getting along well with him, had come to pay a New Year visit. He had never expected that Guan Shaoyang, perfectly fine just yesterday, would suddenly fall ill overnight, forcing a hurried transfer to Lianshan Hospital.

"You..." Yinsa lowered the hand he had held suspended in mid-air and stared strangely at Xiang Qinglan. The faint, still-visible red mark on her cheek made him feel as though his eyes had been pricked by a needle; he despised hitting people, preferring simply to kill them.

At this thought, Huang Pengcheng felt a surge of anger welling up inside him, and he silently muttered to himself: Very well, Xu Dachai, where on earth do you place me, the mayor of this city?

Shana looked at Dr. Hu's hand holding the thermometer. His hand was completely intact, yet a single droplet of fresh crimson stained the tip of his index finger. If that drop of blood did not belong to him, could it belong to someone else?