Chapter 78: An Ailment of Ten Thousand Years
A cold, concise voice rang out, “Black.”
Everyone was taken aback and turned toward the source. They saw Su Qinghan, dressed in white and carrying a longsword, enter the lotus pond with an indifferent expression. His gaze swept across the crowd, lingering briefly on Chu Yuyao before moving on. Though he uttered only a single word, it rendered the entire lotus pond even more silent.
Chu Yuyao looked at him in astonishment; was the ice mountain really responding to the conversation? The sun must be rising in the west.
Despite never slacking off in her physical training, the commander had still tormented her to the point that her waist and legs ached so badly she couldn’t get out of bed.
Yet at that moment, she made the wrong choice and was driven away by Xia Yunsheng.
The sound of an arrow whistling through the air and a Daoist’s cry came almost simultaneously, followed by two faint clinks. Yan Hao felt his grip tighten and loosen; his willow-leaf sword slipped from his hand, spun several times in the air, and plunged headlong into the An Ding River.
The cultivation chamber was extremely precious, partly due to its immense value, and partly because the materials required to craft it were very rare.
After listening to Aunt Shufen’s account, Su Jin felt much gratified. First, they had discovered the use of the grass ring early on, which ensured their survival; second, they had protected her secrets, keeping them safe.
Many details in the documents coincided perfectly with what Yan Hei and I had described back then.
Xiao Jia waited two more hours without complaint. However, Li Dingshan suddenly appeared, asking Xiao Jia to accompany him to Song Chaodu’s residence for a discussion. Xiao Jia knew Song Chaodu was Li Dingshan’s most trusted confidant. Though reluctant, she could only follow Li Dingshan.
“Originally, only my father and mother knew this secret. After both passed away, the only person left in the world who knows it is me.”
Finally dragging the person up, Zhou Tong was furious; her hand hurt terribly now.
“Leave the dishes and utensils for now. I’ll come pick them up tomorrow,” Ouyang Mingmei said gently, hugging Su Annuan before turning to leave.
The man with the eight-character mustache fled far away before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The pressure Jiang Hua exerted was simply overwhelming, leaving him without the courage to resist.
Life and death, wounds—all meant nothing now. Right now, Qian Tianyou wanted nothing more than to kill the King of Bai Li: “If I can’t beat you to death, I’ll bite you to death. I’ll make you regret bullying her. Let’s see if you dare to do it again.” He was a complete lunatic.
There were no shopping centers near the villas in Longhu Creek Valley. This was a place for the wealthy, and ordinary malls could hardly satisfy their needs. Buying ingredients required a considerable walk.
Peking University’s teaching style was relatively open. As long as you could learn well, the methods you used were your own affair; even skipping class was allowed, so long as your grades didn’t fall behind.
Feng Guozhang raised his pistol with one hand, sneering, “Brother Bian Badun, since when do Tibetan brothers have such advanced weapons?” As he spoke, Feng Guozhang took the self-loading pistol from Bian Badun’s belt.
Two bailiffs joked, as if mocking Flower Boy for being the son of a butcher or for not knowing how to butcher dogs. Whatever their jest, they hardly gave it any real thought.
In about ten minutes, a helicopter resembling a Black Hawk swiftly approached, escorted by two of the latest Z-10 attack helicopters.
Nie Zhenbang was shocked. These vehicles had all been modified—not only fully bulletproof, which was essential, but their seats were designed like airplane first-class. Liang Yuan moved quickly, taking the front passenger seat.
Shui Muxia implicated the Qin family, likely to redirect the Ding family’s wrath. Shaozi was indeed a meticulous person; with his usual playful manner, it was hard to imagine he had another side to him.