Chapter 93 Master, isn’t this right?

Chapter 93 Master, isn’t this right?

"Do you really think he is still the same person as before?"

Before Liuying left the ship, Silver Wolf asked in confusion.

From a normal perspective, the resurrection of an ancient person who has been dead for countless Amber Ages must involve many unknown factors.

It is impossible that there is no involvement. There must be multiple hidden forces behind it.

But An Ming was too clean, as clean as a baby. It was hard for Silver Wolf to imagine that in today's interstellar space there would be someone so clean and transparent on the Internet.

As a top hacker from Punk Lord, in her eyes, all traces left on the Internet will be invisible, and even if they are destroyed, there is always a way to track down clues.

But An Ming didn't have that. His first online record appeared at the Black Tower Space Station a hundred days ago. It was as if he "appeared out of thin air" in this world. Before that, there was no record at all.

Theoretically speaking, in this world even the star gods can be known to people, let alone an ordinary person, who will inevitably leave traces as long as he exists.

But An Ming is an exception.

In the eyes of Silver Wolf, this was more like a carefully packaged trap, perhaps a trap used to deal with a certain star god.

Memory is not completely reliable, and the people in memory will eventually change. There is nothing eternal in this world, and even the future may be rewritten.

"Well, you're right."

Liuying did not refute. She also knew that there was nothing wrong with what Yinlang said, but she still walked to the cabin door, her beautiful eyes like the glow of the sunset staring blankly at the vast sea of ​​stars.

"Then why are you going!" Silver Wolf covered his head and sighed. This was completely meaningless. After all this talk, he still had to go find that boyfriend who he didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost.

"He gave me a second life," Liuying looked at the transformation device in her palm and smiled gently, "As long as I can see him, it doesn't matter even if I die."

Waiting without hope is more painful than death.

Silver Wolf sighed quietly and crossed his legs, "Okay, okay, I understand. Don't come back crying if you get cheated."

"I won't cry..."

Liuying puffed out her lips. She was very strong now and would not cry easily.

Silver Wolf chuckled and said with a look that saw through everything, "I bet that the first moment I saw An Ming... no, the first second I saw his outline, I would drop my pearls in advance."

"Eh..." Liuying turned her face away with a guilty conscience, her hair glittering in the light and swaying in the wind, "It's like when you encounter the sequel to the first game you played, you will be moved to tears."

“Games are games!”

"An Ming is also An Ming!"

The two found that neither of them could convince the other, and in the end they just smiled helplessly.

Thinking back to the present, Liuying cast her gaze toward the administrative district outside the window, her right hand supporting her cheek, her eyes full of tender love.

Not far away, one could clearly see An Ming being pushed by Sanyueqi and Xing to treat guests. Dan Heng was silently recording what had just happened on his mobile phone in preparation for tomorrow's formal meeting.

Qingque held the phone with the screen fixed on Lord Fu Xuan's chat interface. After thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't know what to do.

Staring at the recent message on the screen [Qingque, how are you doing over there?], I fell into the longest thought of my life. This is much more difficult than trying to slack off at work!

The reason why she hasn't replied to Fu Xuan is that those are just speculations. How can she slander her master without substantial evidence?

Unless it happens right now! The master and another girl kiss her on the face, it won't be considered as a real deal!

Qingque made up his mind secretly, but the next moment he was sweating profusely. What if... all this was within Lord Fu Xuan's expectations?

What if, Master Fu Xuan already knew about the existence of the other girl...? !

Shit, it’s a test!

Qingque immediately realized that something was wrong. Why didn't old lady Fu Xuan come in person but had to ask her, a little Qingque, to come? It turned out that all this was part of a test.

If she just didn't reply, in Fu Xuan's eyes she would be labeled an iron wolf and sentenced to death!

"Miss Qingque, why are you...sweaty?"

Sanyueqi tilted her head and blinked her eyes, her face full of shock. You know, they didn't even have time to feel cold, but looking at Qingque, it seemed like they were on a summer island.

Qingque laughed dryly a few times, not daring to look directly at An Ming's inquiring eyes, "No, I just got heatstroke."

Xing raised her eyebrows and handed a specialty popsicle to Qingque in a familiar manner. "In my opinion, this will be the first case of heat stroke since the birth of Yalilo. Miss Qingque, you will become another monument to the advancement of Beloberg medicine!"

"..." Qingque's mouth twitched slightly, "Are all of you Wumingke so good at complaining?"

Upon hearing this, San Yue Qi looked away feeling guilty and secretly touched An Ming's arm to signal him to change the subject quickly. If he continued like this, Wu Ming Ke would become a symbol of complaints in the future!

"Qingque, what do you want to eat?" An Ming brought the menu to Qingque, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the scene just before the screen went dark.

In an instant, I was sweating profusely!

"An Ming, you also have heatstroke?" Doubt flashed in March Seven's beautiful eyes. It was really weird. If you didn't know, you would think Beloberg was some desert city.

Xing looked at the only remaining popsicle in his hand again, and stared at An Ming and Qing Que with a suspicious look, "Are you two trying to cheat me out of the popsicle?"

You must think she is stupid!

"I, I'm fine!" An Ming said as he pressed Qingque's shoulder, revealing a more friendly smile, "Qiao'er, Master has been kind to you these days, right..."

Qingque blinked guiltily and muttered softly: "Master, how about this, I'll go and tell Master Fu Xuan about this in front of you, so it won't count as a backstab."

That’s right, it’s a blatant stab in the back!

For the sake of my future career, I'm sorry, Master! After all, Fu Xuan is her immediate superior.

"Just now I suddenly had an epiphany about the way of the sword. Good disciple, I will teach you."

"Master, this, this is not right."

Qingque quietly hid behind Xing and pointed at the special dishes on the menu, "Give me one!"

"It doesn't matter. An Ming's royalties are a lot," Sanyueqi grabbed An Ming's arm and took him to pay the bill first, ignoring Mingzi's dead look.

It's bad, it's very bad. I never expected that this apprentice's elbow is so bent outward.

An Ming seemed to be able to see Xuan'er descending from the sky carrying the Dayan Qiongguan Formation and suppressing him in a permanent seal on the 900th floor underground in Beloberg.

"Why are you looking so sad? Is it that serious?" San Yue Qi puffed his lips and sighed helplessly, "Here, I'll treat you this time."