Volume One, Chapter 47: The Cheating Dog and the White Lotus B

Liang Zhen turned and left the room. Before long, she had someone prepare tea and refreshments to be sent inside, but she did not return herself. After covering her with the blanket, Sister Ping also left, instructing the servants to call the family doctor at once. She dared not go far and simply stayed with Shen Xin, her gaze falling on that box—a box that, outwardly, seemed perfectly ordinary, offering no hint of anything amiss. Yet only she and Shen Xin knew the thoughts in their hearts differed from all others.

Though Zhou Yu loathed Dong Zhuo’s army, he was moved by Lu Su’s words. Compared to Lu Su’s magnanimity, he realized he fell short. His attitude toward Lu Su changed markedly. Qiao Xuan, seeing Lu Su’s resolve, did not insist but felt disheartened—this young man, it seemed, still looked down on his family background.

The uncle took a deep breath. I saw his left thumb and middle finger gently pinch together. What was he doing?

“How could these strange notes appear on the stone gate?” I asked in frustration.

The ‘soul’ refers to the spirit that can exist apart from the body, while the ‘po’ refers to the spirit that manifests by attaching itself to the physical form.

I ignored him. By then, I had already lost all reason. With a swift stride, I rushed to the window and, with a loud bang, threw it open, intent on climbing out.

Several burly men paused, looking over to see Prince Rui, robed in splendid black, his aura as menacing as a fiend from hell, eyes ablaze with murderous intent.

Since her opponent was familiar with her marksmanship, she resorted to the sword technique taught by Yan Hexing. Though not invincible, she managed to gain the upper hand with her own agility, flexibility, and precision.

“That’s right! Mr. Tazuna, I, Naruto Uzumaki, will definitely help you complete the bridge!” Naruto declared loudly.

After brooding for a while, Zhang Han pushed aside these pointless thoughts. He had no time for such idle musings; better to think of something useful.

The Gold and Silver Horn brothers paid no attention to Samui and the others, grabbing their weapons to attack. Of course, even before them, several White Zetsu clones had already charged forward.

Suddenly, I noticed several pairs of red spots flickering not far away, like pairs of eyes, the bloodthirsty gleam in their glow sending a chill down my spine. I was even more afraid. This damned place could not be stayed in any longer.

In truth, no one knew how hard Shi Hong had trained these past days. He was well aware of the significance of the sect’s competition, which was far more serious than mere internal disputes. With his current cultivation, relying on a few clever tricks was not enough to guarantee victory.

Earlier, Old Bai had said that the rats, having tasted human flesh, no longer feared their natural enemy, the cat—not even humans. Yet now he claimed that Master Feng Shui Chen Jinliang had used cats to eradicate the infestation. Wasn’t that a contradiction?

What Li Qing wanted to do was exactly this. If it were as Wang Changling said, only needing to raise three to five hundred strings of cash, he would not have gone to such lengths—changing wine cups, seeking go-betweens. With his reputation as county magistrate, he could have raised the sum with a word.

About a million years ago, early humans set out from Africa, spreading to northern Eurasia and adapting to local environments, evolving into various late-form Homo erectus.

Qiao Yurou thought to herself that Shen Yingxue was not stupid and had drawn her in as an ally. However, as for whether her own design could surpass Song Yi’s, Qiao Yurou felt she had no chance of winning, though she did not say so and dampen Shen Yingxue’s confidence.

“Young master, Dragonhead Gorge is treacherous and easy to ambush. I think it’s wise to be cautious and send scouts in first,” one of Han Sen’s closest, most trusted peak warlords immediately advised.

But how could he have seen her in City D, and she was sitting in Xu Xiao’s car? Try as he might, he could not imagine what connection the two could possibly have.

When Chen Haotian heard her speak, he was startled. How did she recognize him? Still, he dismissed her words as meaningless and sneered. In the current situation, Meng Diexian was the fish and he the knife; it was not her place to make such threats.

“What a bizarre movement technique!” Lie Qianrou could not believe that a nobody could actually dodge her attacks.

Tian Yue was stunned by the gaze directed at him. He had seen such eyes before—not the same person, but they reminded him of her, the one who used to circle around him every day, incessantly calling him senior brother.

Suddenly, the entire Canglang City shook without warning! Everyone was startled! As they thought it was an earthquake, a long howl suddenly echoed from afar.

“Thank you, fairy. Then I will accept these,” Tian Yue said without hesitation, for he truly needed these items.

As soon as Tian Yue finished speaking, a faint fragrance wafted over, making him even happier. He picked up his wine cup with his right hand and took a sip.

He Zao was utterly exhausted. Knowing that Ji Hui had gone to investigate A Che’s whereabouts, she finally let her worries go and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Qianye had prepared and printed a poster she had made herself, thinking it would be approved. But no one agreed to it. She felt disappointed, thinking that she should have discussed it with everyone beforehand. She had wasted so much money printing it and now felt very foolish.