Chapter 51
Sun Hongsheng then patted his head and said, "Right, sunkwood! Such a precious thing, and you're just giving it to me directly? It can't be fake, can it?" He particularly detested anyone attempting to deceive him regarding antiques, and even made a move as if to stand up and leave.
"Ahem!" The Master of Dharma Law gave a couple of light coughs, his guard relaxing slightly. Looking at Zheng Ji, he said, "In that case, we shall follow your proposal. However, before that, you will have to bear with a temporary grievance. Once the matter is verified, you will naturally be treated as an honored guest."
Led by the cruise manager, Smith bypassed several corridors and ducked into a cabin door with his two bodyguards.
Sanoqi's driver and personal bodyguard wanted to step forward to stop them, but was directly kicked flying more than two meters away by a single blow.
Pashing aside the brushwood, Yuan Xing lay there with a furrowed brow, as though enduring some torment in his unconsciousness, which caused Pan Yuchen another wave of anxiety.
"This!" The One-Eyed Dragon glanced at the Daoist priest, a calculation forming in his mind. What is most precious in this era? Talent, especially versatile talent, which is even harder to come by. Although the Daoist priest he found was a master of Feng Shui and knew a thing or two about antique appreciation, he could hardly be called truly professional.
"What a fine horse!" In contrast to Su Tan, the young master remained utterly calm. He smiled as he spoke, lacking only a folding fan in his hand to pass for one of those wealthy playboys roaming the pleasure quarters of Bianjing.
Since Young Master Long no longer bothered to acknowledge him, Yuan Xing saw no reason to proactively speak to him either. With an indifferent attitude, he exchanged casual remarks with Han Xing while waiting for Young Master Long's reinforcements.
Ichimaru Gin wore a calm and collected expression. From his perspective, the character he portrayed in this anime indeed possessed such an experience; he was merely applying it to himself.
"The seal within the Power Soul Bead has already been removed. Li Qing, remember what you promised me." The Devouring Deity looked toward him.
Amidst their exchange, on the fighting stage, Long was once again blasted backward. Her injuries were severe, one arm hanging limply at her side, dripping with blood.
On the way of the escort, Zhang Hu bit his tongue to commit suicide. Before his death, he shouted loudly from inside the prisoner's wagon, item by item pointing out the crimes of General Si.
"Um... what kind of methods do you have for dispelling ghosts? Magic works very well against them, right?" Li Nuo asked.
The fact that she was willing to listen to him and make a fire under the blazing sun instead of acting pampered and begging him for protection set his mind much at ease. At least, in the days of survival ahead, Xue Jiao would not become a burden to him. And he indeed needed such an assistant.
An explosion of this magnitude would only give people a start, and the damage could be neglected. At most, one's skin might be scorched by flames or struck by an insecticide canister, causing no substantive harm.
In response, Guangyu's cultivation speed did not disappoint the elders; it could almost be described as advancing by leaps and bounds.
Subsequently, He Jiahui walked over to the dining area, carefully inspected the floor, and called Gao An over.
Especially since the majority of their wealth was tied up in Song Corporation shares, wasn't Xie Yuan's maneuver simply carving up their profits?
Stepping outside and gazing at the battered and scarred Dafeng Town, Quan Shengli felt a suffocating heaviness in his chest. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could slaughter every single demonic creature in existence.
Just as Tuoba Xi was about to smoothly seize the opportunity to refuse, Guangyu's next sentence frightened Tuoba Xi into swallowing the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.
As soon as Old Baotou landed, his divine sense swept across the island. Just as he probed the location where the people were, a bolt of divine sense pierced directly toward Old Baotou's demon soul bead.
"You win." Aside from gritting his teeth to spit out those three words, Li Jie truly had no other way to express his profound admiration for Major General Lee Eun-hye.
Without delay, he first cast the "Facial Disguise Technique" to adjust his appearance, and then employed the "Earth Escape Technique," silently sinking into the ground.
Fu An was a renowned domestic and international software designer who had transitioned into mobile phones several years ago, creating a famous smartphone brand called Red Peach. Red Peach phones primarily targeted the mid-to-low-end market, and due to their exceptional cost-performance ratio among smartphones, they won the affection of numerous consumers.
Du Youjia was delighted that their relationship could return to as it was before. She had been having a terrible time lately; whenever she closed her eyes, Kim Taeyeon's image haunted her. Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you answer my calls? Why haven't you replied to my texts? It was all Kim Taeyeon, nothing but Kim Taeyeon.
For the first five minutes after the start, not a single contestant-trainee dared to step onto the stage before the audience. After all, the first to go up had to face far too much pressure, and no one wanted to shoulder that burden.
"That's right, we made a promise. How could something go wrong with a promise already made?" Dropping these words, Kim Taeyeon ran straight back to her room without looking back.
"Impossible! This shouldn't be a mere illusion!" Su Yang knew his own situation best; his anomaly was something he had comprehended himself—how could it possibly be an illusion?
That dwarf court minister with white hair and beard practically wept as he poured out his grievances to Olaf. Although the court minister had initially opposed waging an external war, when the war finally erupted, he still donned armor and charged into the front lines. In the past two days of battle, the number of Uruk-hai he had slain was by no means small.
"What is as difficult as scaling the heavens for others is merely a flick of the wrist for the young master," Zhao Wuque said mysteriously.
Where would Chen Feng find the time to acquire a membership? Facing such a situation, it was just like a scene out of a movie.
At that moment, they were respectfully listening to the Buddha expound the Dharma. Upon seeing someone rush in to report, the Great Heroes Hall instantly fell quiet.
Only, Ye Yanjiu did not understand Pei Yufei's words—why would she bring up Pei Yiyue at a time like this?
Qin Yiruo was as bright as snow; how could she fail to understand his intent? She merely smiled without a word. She knew very well that when Zeng Keqi reminisced about the past, she would sink into her own world, and at such times, she was actually extremely vulnerable. Moreover, what she was saying now could easily provoke controversy.
Delivering a child via cesarean section, curing the imperial grandson with acupuncture, and finally using needles on his own body to save Yun Qian's legs—he could only find these feats miraculous. Had it been him, he probably wouldn't have even had a ten percent chance of success.
"Changjun, these people are entrusted to you." I lowered my voice, altering my tone from its original crispness to a deep, muffled register so that Shang Xuan wouldn't recognize me.
The world was so quiet that even the sound of the wind was absent; only an unyielding scent of blood lingered faintly between their noses, causing both of them to frown in shared displeasure.
"He helped us monitor the surveillance cameras all night last night and only went to sleep this morning after we woke up. So he's in his room making up for lost sleep. He said not to wake him up for breakfast, and to call him only when we're heading back to the city center," I explained to Uncle Dong with a smile.
"That can't be right! Doesn't that mean Hongyu isn't going to have trouble finding a husband?" Ah Qiu seized the opportunity to probe Hongyu, speaking with a deliberately feigned expression of astonishment.