Chapter 102: Lian Youyou Goes Missing

The driver speculated, “Did she go somewhere else, or is something going on at home? If she doesn’t come out soon, she’ll be late!”
She still hasn’t come out to open the door?
But half an hour ago, Youyou had called him, saying the driver had already picked her up and they’d left...
Lu Ming ordered, “Understood. Take some people and check it out first.”
Hanging up, Lu Ming dialed Lian Youyou’s number.
Her phone was off.
Just then, the host’s voice rang out from the stage.
“Now, please join me in giving the warmest applause to our event’s organizer, the executive president of Vast Technologies, producer of ‘Chronicles of the Rivers and Lakes’—Lu Ming...”
Shen Changxiu knew exactly what Duan Xiao was playing at, but to him, this might not be a bad thing.
He felt a pang of sadness, wondering if A Rui’s mother, in the afterlife, blamed her for failing to take good care of her son.
“I told you, being a cop isn’t human work—running around every day. I truly admire those who’ve stuck it out for years,” Aoyi said, grabbing a bottle and taking a hard swig, letting out a satisfied sigh.

When Tang Lanlan saw who it was, she swallowed her mouthful of water in a rush, choked, and coughed for half a minute.
Most of the services involved online shopping and food delivery; it seemed quite a few companies had partnered with Linka.
Xu Minghao, watching Fang Jinggen’s excited face, thought to himself, “Just don’t hold a grudge against me later, and I’ll be content.”
Peilan looked toward the palace, suddenly panicked. She leapt into the blue vat, soaking herself, desperate to escape into the fire.
Ji Zhongxi relaxed when she saw it was Anna, nodded to her, and the three of them headed to the laboratory together.
Mori Dao enjoyed great respect in Blackwater City over the past century; meanwhile, Mori Qian was one of the first to escape from Eternal Night City three hundred years ago. Now, like many exiles under their leadership, they still lived in the shadows, forever on the run.
Gong Changjue realized what had happened—probably, when she was talking with Yu Chen in the rain earlier, she’d been seen by someone from the Zuo family.
The monk was a head taller than Zong Yang. Though he might have been overconfident, he was indeed outmatched—in both strength and blade technique.
Everyone praised the new emperor’s mercy and generosity. Back then, the rivalry between the Murong family and Yin Luoxuan was intense and hostile, and everyone could see it.
Yin Luoxuan was about to marry Su Wanru, and make her empress. The wedding would be soon—perhaps in just ten days.
Yun Yue continued, “The Holy Palace was originally just a resting place for me and Chiyan in the mortal world. It was never the sect some imagine, and certainly not a training ground set up for a handful of closed disciples. If the War God says disband, then so be it.”

With this new thought in mind, Leafman now looked at Zining with more appreciation, as if seeing a capable lieutenant.
“So, Young Master Liancheng, according to your suggestion, how should I proceed?” That snowy figure suddenly put down the letter and looked at Liancheng, her bright eyes betraying no emotion.
Their conversation also drew the attention of the three distinguished guests at the head table. Mo Zihan’s hesitation made everyone curious about the identity of the mysterious bodyguard she wanted.
When Yun Duoduo woke up in the morning and saw that wandering hand on her chest, she was speechless. This man’s bad habits were incorrigible—he was worse than a eunuch, and Murong Che was at least a little better than that.
Murong Che sat there in dejection. When he thought of Yun Duoduo, he suddenly stood up. He would never allow anything or anyone to come between them.
“I know, you’ll always be by my side,” Rong Qian forced a smile, but the next moment her expression darkened, as a memory suddenly surfaced in her mind.
It was a serious question. Perhaps the Primal Chaos Green Lotus hadn’t chosen reincarnation for greater achievements at first, but now that hope existed, as Lian’er’s former self, could Qin Chuan really harden his heart and force Lian’er’s awakening?
It was as if many things had always been there in her mind. Even Zhuang Qingqing felt it was somewhat strange herself.