That was the chaos of rule logic when it encountered the impact of inexplicable "variables"! And after each chaos, there was a complete and destructive "formatting"!
Ye Qingliu's heart instantly rose to his throat! Cold sweat soaked his back!
Chao Youye suddenly closed his eyes! His thick eyelashes trembled violently! His hands, placed at his sides, made a slight "clicking" sound from the knuckles due to the force, and blue veins popped out on the cold white back of his hands!
An invisible, heart-pounding pressure, like volcanic lava about to erupt, was madly accumulating and colliding in his body.
The air in the study became thick and heavy, and the temperature dropped sharply.
The ancient books on the bookshelf rustled softly, their movements unaided by the wind! The dark golden symbol on the Observer's Diary glowed brightly, as if issuing a frantic warning!
Mu Xinrong's face turned pale, and he subconsciously wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped by Ye Qingliu's sharp eyes.
No interference! This is a direct confrontation between the logic of rules and the variable of "love"! Any intervention by external forces may cause unpredictable collapse!
Time passed second by second under the suffocating pressure.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like a century.
Chao Youye's clenched fists loosened very slowly and with great difficulty...
He slowly opened his eyes again.
Those eyes were still as dark as the bottomless pit.
But this time, within that pure nothingness and indifference, something seemed to have settled...something extremely subtle, yet real.
He looked at Ye Qingliu, and then briefly glanced at Mu Xinrong's frightened and worried face.
Didn't answer that question.
He simply uttered two words clearly in a voice that was cold and flat, yet seemed to carry a certain weight:
"Set off."
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