Volume 1, Chapter 52: Gifting the Heirloom Peace Amulet

When he woke up, he saw that the servants were already awake. Although they all wore strange expressions, none of them said anything.

Virtually every variety of rose whose color could be named was presented right before her eyes.

The more Su Chen thought about it, the stranger it felt. Just as he reached the Azure Sea address, less than a zhang away from the fat man, the corpse suddenly leaped down from the stone pillar. Hearing the sound, everyone hurriedly turned their heads.

Li Yu's expression instantly turned grave because he could sense that Dymoth's life force was already extremely weak.

Since Su Xingxing and Zhai Yichen were leaving tomorrow for the Maldives to enjoy some carefree, private time together.

Unfamiliar with the terrain here, Zhang Rui still pushed forward doggedly. Once he let loose and sprinted wildly, he quickly shook off the garrison's pursuit.

The direction Su Xingxing pointed to was roughly to the south, where a huge billboard stood tall.

Just as he bent down to take a closer look, he suddenly felt a powerful surge of air rushing toward him, involuntarily causing him to drop to one knee. His heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at the old granny.

That night, Duanmu Yunze carried Duanmu Qingrang on his back from Ziyu Garden to Lotus Residence. High in the sky, stars twinkled alongside a bright moon, while a gentle breeze accompanied them all the way. Flowers were half-closed, occasionally matched by the chirping of insects. Qingrang had a rare good dream that night, dreaming that she and her parents sat smiling by the lotus pond.

"Can you find my eldest brother? I asked Huo to help me look, but there hasn't been any result." Cuddled up beside him, her voice was soft, as if it had finally gathered some warmth.

A cyan stone stained with red marks protruded slightly, something that had never been there before. Ruoxi walked over, her fingertips touching that patch of red; it was somewhat sticky, half-dry and half-wet—it was blood.

Tiger Skin whispered something into Yunze's ear, which Qingrang could also hear. A chill ran through her heart, and before she could react, Yunze had already mounted the horse, pulled Qingrang up with him, wrapped his arms around the somewhat dazed Qingrang, dug his heels into the horse's flanks, and galloped toward the inn.

They were total strangers, yet he wanted her to work for him based solely on a few words, which inevitably made Lin Tianyao feel somewhat uneasy.

This was the final glory of the Guardian Elders. Controlling the bodies of the Nine Great Sacred Honors, they erupted with a light fiercer than the sun, illuminating the starry sky of the entire universe.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he immediately ran over to find Nangong Ming. At that moment, Nangong Ming was playing with Tangtang, while Xi Xichen was tidying up their clothes. No matter how one looked at it, this scene was warm and pleasing to the eye.

"In that case, I won't waste any time. Let's move directly to the next step of the procedure. We can discuss it in the conference room," Fang Bolin said as he walked.

"Bureau Chief Gao, were you looking for me?" Hearing Li Yinlong's words, Gao Ming smiled faintly. After gesturing for Li Yinlong to sit down, he looked over at him.

"So our goal is to gather heavenly treasures and earthly materials? Do we still need to analyze the other teams?" Li Ke asked.

Right now, Li Song was a dangerous person; under no circumstances should anyone talk back to him, or Gao Yuan knew very well what the consequences would be.

Although many people came to their senses after that, war is war, and hatred is hatred. The notion of wiping away all grievances with a smile simply did not exist.

The heaven and earth trembled slightly. The three-headed dog's remains were not devoured by the golden dragon, but wisps of red threads drifted out, forming blood-red chains, each twisted together from five strands of blood.

He had been stopped by a police officer who demanded to see his ID for a routine inspection, but who carries an ID card on them while staying at a hotel?

Compared to his once overbearing fist intent, his fist intent at this moment was much more condensed. It was like an iron pillar that, after being hammered a thousand times, had been forged into a sharp battle spear imbued with an unstoppable momentum.

His good reputation had been stripped away, his wealth had been stolen, and he was left with nothing. Even his trusted confidant Wolcott had betrayed him. He wanted to turn the tables and get a grip on Tang Ning, but it was impossible.

Diving deep into the snow, Ji Fan began to change his clothes, taking out a set of white garments and putting on a white furry cloak.

With no other choice—since soft tactics wouldn't work, he had to resort to hard ones. I scooped a spoonful of soup and reached out to tickle Li Ke's armpit. Li Ke laughed out loud, and seizing the right moment, I fed the soup into her mouth.

I tried with all my might to break free from Cai Dapeng's grip, but it was all in vain. I wanted to open my mouth and call the hotel staff over, but Cai Dapeng had already shoved me into a nearby car and slammed the door shut.

The daisy rolled twice, tumbling into a pile of flower petals. Realizing she wasn't dead, she let out a slow sigh of relief.

After jumping out of the car, Wang Haoming paced back and forth across a ten-square-meter area several times.

"No!" Jiang Yining answered decisively and coldly, her voice thin and detached without a moment's hesitation.

The private room was already quite small, and in the blink of an eye, the Saber God was about to close in on the two of them.

With overwhelming news reports and a growing number of speculations, the search volume for this incident on the internet skyrocketed to the number one spot in a very short time.

Seeing Zhao Zixing's calm and composed expression, and then watching Quansu and Fat Rong make their move, she smiled. It wasn't a joyful smile, but a self-deprecating one.

Seeing the stern look on her face, Qin Han knew this matter was confidential, so he led her into the inner chamber of the imperial kitchen. The heavy bamboo curtain over the door hung low, concealing everything inside the room.

"Why is it just you? Where are Jiahui and Theresa?" Aunt Hong asked in confusion. Jiahui was usually very clingy; how could she not be around?

Imperial Concubine Jia looked at her reflection in the mirror a few times, a dazzling smile blooming on her face as she gracefully retreated into the inner chamber.

"Master, Yu Wuxia actually doesn't care and still wants to marry Xia Liuli. What should we do about this?" A-Shuang asked anxiously.