Zuo Qiu Zhi had somehow lain down on his side, one hand propping up his head, the other resting on his bent knee, his fingertips still pinching Heng Mi's wine gourd.
Lu Chuan was a little older than both him and Qian Yingying, and he was taller and leaner as well. Dressed in white robes with a longsword on his back, he had handsome features and flowing hair—the very image of a graceful young gentleman.
Moreover, when it looked at Xu Ping again, it suddenly found him much more pleasing to the eye and even felt the urge to get close to him.
Hearing Wanyan Cen's murderous words, he merely glanced at him lightly, his eyes and heart filled only with Feng Jiuqing.
The amount of information in Liao Ji's words was clearly enormous for the machine servant. This time, it remained silent for even longer. More streams of data appeared on the black screen covering its eyes, as though it were calculating frantically.
"I've said everything that needed saying. I didn't sleep well after returning yesterday, so I'm going to rest." Ye Yongjia held his head, seemingly failing to notice his expression, then cupped his fists and took his leave.
The machine servant answered Liao Ji's previous question. After doing a quick calculation, Liao Ji nodded. It was indeed as he had expected—the time was roughly when he had gone offline. This machine servant had once been Control Unit One.
"What is it?" Taotao had just turned to leave when she heard Xu Ping call her. She looked back at him and found him fidgeting awkwardly, as though he was rather embarrassed.
"Today, I rudely disturbed you two young masters. I wonder if I delayed you. If I didn't, then let's talk a little longer."
Yunshang suddenly spoke to