Volume 1 Chapter 23: The Vanishing Woman (02)

Feng Ling'er used a small cauldron to collect a few drops of creek water, mixing it with the remaining medicinal powder. Returning to Princess Yong'an's side, she dipped her finger into the mixture and applied it to the princess's scar.

Xiao Mo had not finished learning the sword techniques there, nor had Crown Prince Ling. But this was merely incidental. The Crown Prince's primary goal was to guard the State of Xiao from nearby. In the event that Xiao Zhenyu suffered a military defeat, his presence in Xiao would at least prevent others from seizing the opportunity to destroy the capital.

"The clothes you two are wearing are stained and covered in patches. I’ve found some old ones for you; don't mind them, they're clean!" Yue Ya'er said with a smile.

"Qiqi noticed it. She took that needle for me; the one who should have been struck by the gu poison was supposed to be me," Wang Youming frowned, a surge of irritation rising within him.

By this time, they had already reached the hospital and brought Aunt Jiang Qiqi inside. They were still waiting to hear what the doctor had to say.

Besides, she had already seen Lin An. At a normal banquet, she hadn't even finished half a glass of wine, so how could she possibly need a sobering soup?

Forget it, forget it; anger harms the kidneys. Wang Mo consoled himself. If it can't be passed, then so be it. The map had been cleared, so it would be enough when he returned next time. The problem was, I’ve explored everywhere except here—how am I supposed to leave?

Cao Zhen was the leader of this group and commanded immense prestige among them. At this moment, with everyone feeling utterly lost, they naturally followed his lead.

In order to meet with Tang Yurou as soon as possible, Qiao Yufan had been incredibly busy lately. He spent every spare moment on video calls with her, leaving no time to browse the internet.

Ignoring everything else, in the midst of their conversation, Xiao Mo was already being cradled in Madam Xiao's arms. The person who had been holding him had a tight grip, but before he could react, he felt his hands being pried away, and he saw Xiao Mo taken by Madam Xiao. Before he could even feel astonished, Madam Xiao’s figure had already drifted away.

A flash of sharp brilliance crossed Sun Lin’s eyes. He turned slightly, drew a deep breath toward the tiger demon, and exhaled a stream of Samadhi True Fire.

He didn't specify what he was looking at, but he gave a random excuse and bolted out of the tent as if fleeing for his life, vanishing in an instant.

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Sun Lin looked at the breathtakingly beautiful Bai Qiyao before him, who seemed to have stepped out of a painting. The slight chill in her gaze slowly melted away. His ears twitched slightly as he sensed that the ox demon had already approached and was lying in ambush nearby.

One must know that Wang Bajie was not only the nephew of Vice Principal Wang Budan, but also the sole grandson of the Wang Corporation, possessing an incredibly illustrious family background.

Google, however, had a face turned purple with his brows tightly knitted; his expression was ghastly, a portrait of miserable, soul-crushing agony.

After Zhang Long let out a sudden shout, the strange winds around them ceased, and those giggling, mocking voices vanished as well.

Damn it, even if I stopped you from desecrating a corpse, you didn't have to kill me, did you? Is our hatred really that deep?

But damn it, why are you taking your temper out on me? I was only stating the truth. Who told your subordinates to be so susceptible to temptation?

A little girl dressed in a bright red bridal outfit stood facing the main gate, muttering to herself.

But unlike many others who were seething with resentment, Lang Yu said calmly, "Who goes there?" He acted as if he hadn't heard Princess Yatai at all, attempting to seize the initiative.

The value of the birthday gifts presented to Zhu Yong by these people alone tonight was estimated to be nearly two hundred thousand taels. It was unlikely that even first or second-rank court elders would receive such a sum at a single birthday celebration.

However, Nagasawa Hiroshi was the Deputy Mayor of Tokyo; how could he speak without cause? The three of them looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Hanchu decisively pulled her delicate hand away from Cha Cha’s grip, lifting her gaze to cast a cold, fleeting glance at her, as if wishing to draw a line between them.

Ever since that time she had rebuffed him, Huo Qingsong had followed the advice of the Fourth Prince, Zhao Chengmin, slowly integrating himself into her life while not daring to mention marriage in front of Lü Xiang'er. He was truly afraid that she would reject him again without mercy and force him out of her life entirely.

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Lü Xiang'er gave a secret smile and turned the conversation to other topics. However, she grew increasingly curious about the "Fourth Prince Zhao Chengmin" mentioned by Huo Qingqing. Come to think of it, in the two days she had spent with Huo Qingqing, besides mentioning Huo Qingsong and Song Yuan, the person she talked about most was the Fourth Prince.

His expression seemed to imply that Gu Kexuan was being over-sentimental, as if she had been so immersed in the filming that she hadn't heard the director's call at all.

"Come in." Hearing Huang Chuan’s voice, Lü Xiang'er’s heart skipped a beat. She waited until she was calm before allowing him to enter. Yet, she felt a reluctance to look at him, fearing she might discern his true intentions from his face.

Zhu Yong ultimately armed all the laborers in the city, along with the original ten thousand or so inhabitants, to fight to the death against the marauders within the city walls.

It was clearly caused by excessive obesity, followed by the sound of his heavy, dragging footsteps, and then his hearty laughter.

Sitting before the blood-filled basin was an old man dressed in black. His skin was withered, resembling rough tree bark, and he wore a black beard. Most distinctive and terrifying of all were his eyes—they looked as if they had been soaked in blood, a deep, crimson red.

"Hey! Reina isn't covering herself with the blanket again at night!" As soon as Li Yue arrived at Reina's dormitory, he saw that she had kicked her blanket into the corner once more.

Just then, a dull thud startled everyone, and when they finally reacted, they realized that Wu Di had smashed that bottle of Rémy Martin onto the floor.