Chapter 27: Love Letter
Gu Sheng was so startled that a mouthful of noodles became lodged in her throat. She coughed until she nearly lost her breath, and once she finally managed to swallow, she covered her mouth, her face flushed crimson. Her eyes fixed steadily on He Wenzhou, her expression turning into one of terrified embarrassment.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" she asked, her eyes widening as she hurried to deny it. "How could that possibly be?"
He Wenzhou...
He ran straight over to the deceased alchemist, searched the body, and retrieved a storage ring.
The man was gasping for air. As a Foundation Establishment powerhouse, he had not traveled a great distance on foot, yet he had arrived in such a state, which spoke volumes of the urgency in his heart.
Xie Xiyu stole a glance at Gu Changtian and, seeing that his eyes remained as clear as water without a ripple of emotion, felt much more at ease.
The guardians of low-grade realms are typically at the first to third stage of the Martial Emperor realm; those of mid-grade realms are at the fourth to sixth stage; and the guardians of high-grade realms are at the seventh to ninth stage. As for the supreme realms above those, they are guarded by titled Martial Emperors themselves.
Giving the lion's head a secret thumbs-up, he followed Qi Cuifang into the Water Heart Stronghold without drawing any attention.
"This humble Daoist naturally does not speak empty words, but you must first complete the matter of Cheng Tang—do you understand?" Huorong said with a touch of helplessness.
The pork tonight was difficult to swallow. Lin Shuai ate a skewer with great effort before losing all appetite. He tossed the roasting branch aside, hugged his knees, and crouched by the fire alone.
...Cha Wei and the others found it amusing; how could these mountain bandits dare to rob them without even gauging their own strength?
"Many thanks, Senior." Guibao nodded, then released a surge of formidable divine sense from his body to scan all the items in the shop, even going so far as to probe the white-bearded old man.
Having waited for several days, the decennial Xiaoyao Sect Prodigy Gathering was canceled. No one knew the reason, only that it would be held five years later.
In the air, Su Bei did not go for a layup; instead, he threw the basketball backward. Seeing this, Westbrook trembled.
Doctor Xi accepted the teacup quite naturally, took a sip, and placed it back into Fang Yulin's hand.
Director Lou acted as if he had found a kindred spirit. When only he and Shi Peng were left at the table, he talked incessantly, revealing to Shi Peng the mindset of a wealthy man burdened not by his next meal, but by the weight of his family and livelihood.
The merchant Hu's thin eyebrows twitched. How could he not see that this was a person of status? Moreover, what person of status would dress so shabbily?
Zuo Qiu Zhi opened his eyes and flicked his wide sleeve, sending Xi Xiao tumbling out of the room with a cry of pain. Zuo Qiu Zhi then bestowed a cold, indifferent look upon Xi Xiao before shutting the door expressionlessly.
Just as the group of burly men were rolling up their sleeves, preparing to charge at Bai Lu and the shivering Xi Xiao, a masked man in tight-fitting combat gear suddenly appeared on the wall behind the teahouse.
However, only I—perhaps only I—understood how heavy the weight of the five words "his father is the Son of Heaven" truly was.
It was severely injured and had only just recovered a sliver of strength; that it managed to carry him such a great distance while flying was already astonishing.
On Longshou Plain, inside the Weiyang Palace, before the Xuanshi Hall, the Son of Heaven, Liu Yan, who held the reins of the Great Han Empire, stood wearing a dragon crown, imperial robes, and a white fur cloak, overlooking the snow.
The coarse sensation on her face made Zhuo Chuchu’s body go rigid. She scanned the area, terrified that Nian Fengze might misunderstand her.
Although this stray dog had been provoked by a wild cat and had abandoned its post, it was, after all, just a dog; one could not demand too much of it.
"It’s fine, just a prosthetic hand. To think it scared us both like that—honestly." I really wanted to curse out loud.
Thinking of this, I didn't say anything more. Getting the tattoo had taken seven days, and I hadn't slept well in all that time. Now that it was finally finished, I had to go back and get some proper sleep.