Sandbar (Part Fourteen)

It seems that Elder Sister Xiao is finally ready to make a move, though she certainly dragged her feet long enough. Noble Consort Yi spoke with a tone carrying a faint trace of contempt.

Jin Chendong squatted down and, with a darkened expression, removed Gu Xintong's shoe. He saw that the back of her foot was severely swollen, the purple-black bruises looking quite terrifying.

Over the past two years, Tianqing had long since become familiar with his temperament and physical stamina. While he had not been fully satisfied, he would never let such matters interfere with company business.

If not for the Second Prince mentioning it, she wouldn't have bothered buying roasted sweet potatoes for this man; it was a complete waste of one of her copper coins.

"Hmph, bad girl." Su Ziyou glanced at his younger sister, who didn't even bother to look at him, feeling a pang of heartache. He silently walked toward the kitchen, and within a few minutes, he came out holding a cup of hot milk. He then sat down beside his sister and handed the warm drink to her.

From the moment she first entered the Imperial Garden with him, her expression had been one of guarded wariness. Only when she looked at Murong Yi did she appear so relaxed.

"I just wanted to stay with you. The mountain is so dangerous, what would you do if you got hurt?" Murong Che shamelessly followed her up the mountain.

The Arab looked at Yuan Zhan, placed a clenched fist against his chest, and bowed slightly as if paying respect.

Because this young man had long since seen through her, knowing she wasn't suffering from amnesia, but was merely pretending to have lost her memory.

Wei Zhuang's Cross-Cutting All Directions unleashed its power simultaneously, deriving four changing sword techniques that struck out in the very next instant.

Even if he harbored dissatisfaction toward Xia Yan, he absolutely could not voice it at this moment. What if Xia Yan decided to silence him permanently upon hearing it? This was a possibility Ouma Shu had not considered at all, acting purely on a surge of impulsive righteousness.

"You master and disciple have usurped the position of the leader of the Mount Hua Sect for more than twenty years, it's time to step down today!" Feng Buping shouted loudly.

However, Wu Nan did not yet know what the exact situation was currently. Frowning, he did not say much more.

Mo Yi opened his eyes and strode forward without hesitation. As he stepped within a hundred meters of the deep pit, the bloody aura rushing toward him multiplied over and over again. It was a terrifying blood qi comparable to an entire ancient battlefield, sufficient to crush the bloody will of any cultivator at the Return to Void stage. Yet to Mo Yi, it felt as ethereal as smoke and dust.

After a brief moment, an elderly man with graying hair and a rosy complexion rushed out from among the righteous figures. With a few bounds in the air, he landed right beside Yang Xiao and the others.

After some time, he began artificially creating a massive amount of noise—pounding on the walls, shouting, and roaring. But in a room specifically designed with sound-absorbing properties, everything was in vain. Yet it seemed that only by doing this could he find a measure of relief, exhausting his physical strength through futile efforts until he lacked the energy to move an inch.

Special police officers were originally guarding the street corner. Upon seeing Lin Chen appear, these officers immediately escorted him into their midst, knowing full well that every appearance Lin Chen made would trigger a massive sensation.

"Hello, President Ma, I hope I'm not disturbing your rest?" Minister Wang's respectful voice came from the other end of the line.

Of course, this entire process had nothing to do with the cute little girl; she only cared about the end result.

The jewelry exhibition hosted in the name of Jin'an International, for which An Xin had made lengthy preparations, finally reached its opening day.

That man raised his head and flashed a grin. A row of ghastly white teeth gleamed through his messy, unkempt beard, and he said cheerfully, "You're awake, that's wonderful! Don't worry, let me suck out a few more mouthfuls, and your poisonous blood will be completely clean." With that, he lowered his head and leaned toward An Xin's shoulder once more.

Zijin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That shouldn't be a problem." Relying on her years of friendship with Mama Quan, Mama Quan would surely prepare medicinal meals for her.

Listening to the occasional roars of tyrannosaurs echoing by his ears, Wang Yuetian could not help taking a deep breath, forcibly calming his racing mind.

In the past, he felt this was entirely normal because most people around him lived this way. But seeing such genuine affection played out before him today, not only was he deeply moved, but he also felt a profound sense of envy. Such an undying love was something everyone yearned to possess.

He still did not return the prayer beads to An Xin. Instead, he clenched them tightly in his palm, picked up the large broom from the ground, and walked straight ahead without looking back. With the prayer beads in his hand, he was certain An Xin and her companion would follow.

"Alright, stop crying poverty in front of me. Let's go, today I'll take you to taste some of our Guangdong specialty dishes!" Chen Changxing drove Yang Ming and Liu Xinsheng into his car.

Whether in terms of reputation in Hollywood or competence in the industry, Barber had long since proven himself.

At that moment, Feng Er placed a steaming bowl of single-ginseng soup on the dining table. At a glance at the soup's deep yellowish hue and the rich aroma of ginseng it emitted, An Xin knew that to counter Le Yao's congenital severed meridians, Feng Er had prepared wild Changbai Mountain ginseng aged at least fifty years.

"Tohka will protect the Threestooges!" Tohka gripped her sword and swept it horizontally. A purple sword beam surged forth, its terrifying pressure rendering the three True Ancestors immobile, leaving them to watch in despair as the blade swept through their bodies.

With her throat tightly gripped, Huang Rong felt even more anxious inside. She struggled desperately, once again pleading with Jiang Chen, yet to her utmost astonishment, she found herself slowly murmuring Guo Jing's name instead.

Even some television dramas and movies had specialized teams operating in this sphere even before filming commenced, regardless of how good the plot was or what selling points it possessed. When necessary, they would even have the starring actors make sacrifices by manufacturing scandals and the like.

Unless Muchen had something specific he needed to purchase—such as when he previously bought recovery potions or universal medicines—he rarely had any need for funds.

"Understood!" everyone roared. The imperial guards, who had initially been thrown into disarray by the assassins, rapidly regrouped and formed a military formation as solid and unbreakable as a sheet of steel!

Meanwhile, behind the courtyard wall, Asuna leaned against the barrier, her head tilted back, her left hand covering her eyes.