Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Watching from the side, March 7th was terrified and quietly tugged at Xing's sleeve:

"Does Miss Yuanjing have a grudge against the Grand Diviner?"

Why does it feel like the Diviner was particularly forceful when he scolded her?

Xing pushed up his sunglasses, answering with an air of someone who had seen it all:

"Office Politics"

Miss Yuanjing has too powerful a background, and the Grand Diviner feels that this threatens his authority, so he wants to suppress her in public.

That's how it's often portrayed in TV dramas; I've seen it in many.

March 7th paused for a moment, feeling that what Xing said seemed to make some sense, but also seemed completely wrong.

The bluebird beside him was completely dumbfounded.

She originally thought that Commander Yuanjing was a favorite of the Grand Diviner.

After all, not just anyone can obtain such a high-level token.

But in this situation, the Grand Diviner is scolding Yuan Jing even harsher than he scolds himself.

Did I guess wrong before?

Yuan Jing was not a confidant of the Grand Diviner, but rather a thorn in the Grand Diviner's side, deliberately placed in a high position so that he could be kept in sight and put under control.

The more she thought about it, the more reliable her deduction seemed, and she quietly moved half a step to the side.

I've decided to keep my distance from Commander Yuan Jing from now on, lest the Grand Diviner mistake me for an accomplice and wipe us all out.

Jing Yuan knew perfectly well that Fu Xuan was settling a personal score under the guise of official business.

Forget about official business or paperwork; the real issue is that he blamed himself for sneaking out shopping without her.

However, she was, after all, an old fox who had lived for thousands of years, and she still maintained that calm and composed smile in the face of such a situation.

She answered with neither humility nor arrogance:

"Reporting to the Diviner, the relevant documents concerning Kafka are being compiled, and preparations for the interrogation process have been completed."

As for this little girl, she is Mr. Qiye's master, not someone his subordinates abducted.

My subordinate just happened to run into them on the street and offered to help out."

Upon hearing this, Jingliu looked up at Jingyuan, then at the pink-haired woman with the Dharma Eye on her forehead.

Seeing that she was actually disciplining her grand-disciple, he was originally going to properly demonstrate his authority as a master.

Before she could think about it, her attention was drawn to a piece of candy that Qiye had secretly slipped to her from the side.

Just as Fu Xuan was about to say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Qi Ye standing at the very back of the crowd.

Her mind uncontrollably drifted to the album of defeat CG images on her phone.

He took every single photo, and she hasn't settled the score with him for that yet.

She took a deep breath, shifted her attention away from Jing Yuan, and waved at him:

"Now that the documents are being prepared and the interrogation process has been completed."

Those of you on the Starry Sky Train, please proceed to the audience seats to prepare.

I will arrive shortly.

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised that Fu Xuan had suddenly let him go.

Without asking any further questions, he simply nodded, picked up Xiao Jingliu again, and walked towards the audience seats.

Fu Xuan walked towards Qi Ye step by step, his expression still that of the aloof and dignified Grand Diviner.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that her steps are somewhat hurried, and she appears to be a little nervous.

She stopped in front of Qiye, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before her.

The words I had prepared countless times suddenly stuck in my throat.

She wanted to ask him why he didn't come back back then, and whether he still remembered her.

I want to ask him what he was thinking when he took those photos with her body.

But all these words were crammed together, and no one was willing to speak first.

In the end, she just stood there, her lips pressed tighter and tighter.

Qiye was also frantically trying to come up with reasons to defend herself.

Xiao Fuxuan still had Qingque's cartoon sparrow panties in his pocket.

The entire set of defeat CG selfies is still lying on my phone.

In addition, during the possession, he used the body of the Grand Diviner to sell light cones in the General's Mansion.

Any one of those things would be enough to get him hung up a tree and whipped several times over.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then felt that speaking first would be like walking into a trap.

It's safer to wait for Fu Xuan to make the first move.

The two stared at each other silently for a while, neither of them speaking first.

March 7th peeked half its head out from behind Xing's shoulder.

He somehow acquired a bag of sunflower seeds from Chang Le Street, and while cracking them open, he asked in a low voice:

"Why haven't you started talking yet? I've been waiting for quite a while."

Do you think the Grand Diviner knows Qiye?

Xing pushed up her sunglasses, her reasoning brimming with confidence:

"In my opinion, it's probably another emotional debt like the one my little master has."

It has to be said that Qiye's aesthetic sense is as good as ever, another pink-haired little loli!

It looks pretty good.

Jing Liu was held in Jing Yuan's arms, watching his disciple and the pink-haired woman silently staring at each other from afar.

She tilted her head, her small hand clutching Jing Yuan's collar, and commented:

"My disciple seems very nervous, and that girl with pink hair is also very nervous."

Do they know each other? Is it a fight or a hug?

Jingyuan patted Jingliu on the back.

The composed smile at the corners of his mouth remained its usual curve, but a hint of amusement, as if watching a show, flickered in his eyes.

"They probably won't fight. As for hugging, it's hard to say."

She added another sentence.

"Little Liu Liu, your disciple probably knows the Grand Diviner, and the two seem to have some kind of ill-fated relationship."

But don't worry about him, he's thick-skinned, he won't die.

Jingliu nodded in deep agreement:

"Yes, he's shameless. He was the same way when he was haggling with me back in the abandoned starport."

The two stared at each other silently for a while, neither of them speaking first.

On March 7th, he had already cracked a small pile of melon seeds.

Jingliu nestled in Jingyuan's arms, watching his disciple and the pink-haired woman silently confront each other.

He swung his legs and gave a small yawn.

It was Kafka, who was at the center of the Qiong Guanzhen, who broke the silence first.

Her hands were sealed and bound in front of her body, and her voice pierced through the light of the array, reaching everyone's ears:

"My Lord, although I really don't want to disturb your touching reunion with your old friend."

But can we begin? My legs are a little numb!