Sandbar (Part 18)

The Dragon Seal is the spiritual sustenance of the Chinese people; in ancient times, people prayed for favorable weather and wise emperors. And now, the participants of the Holy Grail War pray to it for miracles—how is that any different?

It was the same lounge, the exact same place. Aside from a rather modest double bed, the lounge also furnished a leather sofa. Zhao Xin walked over to the bed, laid Wei Cuiling down, took off her boots, leaned over her side, and the two began to kiss.

"What about the explosives?" Wei Guoqiang nodded. He deeply understood this kind of "bushido spirit"; they were truly capable of such madness.

Unless another peerless genius as terrifying as Han Yueying emerged, the record of one hundred consecutive victories would remain unbroken.

The Wolf King, having absorbed the moonlight's energy, became terrifyingly monstrous. Its body grew so massive that one had to strain their neck just to catch a glimpse of its head; it seemed to prop up the heavens and support the sky with a single hand.

Within a desolate valley, a surge of turbulent energy erupted today. A golden figure leaped high into the air like a streak of light, surrounded by flowing sacred principles and radiating a brilliant glow, resembling a suspended star.

Its body swayed back and forth as splattering golden flames fell to the ground. With a whoosh, the fire soared into the sky, transforming into a sea of flames that engulfed the surrounding dozens of miles.

"The Murong family? That is indeed a possibility." Long Xinyan pondered. The Murong family possessed immense influence in Emperor City, and their intelligence-gathering capabilities were among the best.

Before long, a waiter brought over a batch of wine, placed it on the table, said "Enjoy your drinks, gentlemen," and then departed.

Unexpectedly, before those demon kings had taken even two steps, a series of muffled thuds echoed as all of them collapsed to the ground. Their originally ferocious faces were covered in several vibrant patches of color, making them look like painted masks—bizarre and terrifying.

Xue Meng, yearning for some game, also strayed from the group and began searching around. The moment Xue Meng moved, the masked man flickered and quietly trailed behind.

The imperial court repeatedly invited him to take up an official post, and he finally agreed, but refused to hold office. Willing to compile historical records, he knew as a scholar that he was unsuited for officialdom, so he gladly took part in historiography.

Her facial expressions shifted constantly—at one moment joyous, at another aggrieved, and shortly after, angry... After a long while, seemingly growing tired of it, she gradually reined in her mind and entered a state of meditative cultivation.

"Thank you." These two words startled the two of them instantly. Especially Qianqian, who looked at him as if he were an alien. Yan Zhengxi's expression turned slightly awkward; after taking the cup of water, he said nothing more, finished it, and strode into the bathroom, leaving Qianqian frozen in a daze.

Everyone trembled all over with terror, filled with deep regret. If this matter were exposed, their reputations would be utterly ruined.

"Before doing something important, one must always ensure that people's food and provisions differ from ordinary times. As for someone of Luo Yi's bandit background, he cannot accomplish great things." Xie Yingdeng completely looked down on Luo Yi.

Only after Li Yuan first received the Mandate of Heaven and was crowned Heavenly Khagan, followed by the completion of a second abdication ceremony, could Li Shihmin truly be called the Heavenly Khagan.

After the palace maid announcing the visit withdrew, Nanny Qiao, who had been quietly attending nearby, stepped forward to replace the empress's now-cold tea with a fresh cup of hot tea, and softly offered a word of counsel.

"Hmph! I care not whether you are a psychopathic snake or Bai Suzhen, get down here!" Langbao struggled and bounced on the table, baring its teeth in a menacing threat.

The two sat at the dining table in the living room, spread with a sumptuous breakfast, fragrant coffee, and milk. Qianqian lacked an appetite, so she only picked up a cup of milk to sip.

This order naturally provoked an immense backlash at once, yet with his unrivaled precision in surveying, he thoroughly crushed the arrogance of those powerful clans and won the endorsement of the Liangzhou headquarters.

Whenever there was a banquet, the Empress Dowager, the Emperor, and the Empress would distribute the food from before them as rewards. Lady Wang did not deliberately wait for the Empress's bestowal; rather, the event simply unfolded naturally.

"I am rather curious whether her boyfriend would claim that she never drinks," Qianyu said, shaking her head with a hint of sarcasm.

Mo Xiaojuan called today knowing that Yang Yi and his group were at the studio, and rushed over excitedly to break the news of the nomination to Yang Yi and Momo.

The room fell silent for a moment before the nanny spoke again: "The Second Highness will naturally make his move once he recovers from his injuries, but look at the Third Highness..." The person outside the door raised an eyebrow. Tucked inside her waist were the banknotes Xia Chunyu had just handed her; pressing against her waist to keep them from falling, she strained her ears to listen to the Noble Consort and the nanny discuss the Third Prince.

From the standpoint of intelligence, this was indeed a clumsy approach—far worse than simply heading straight to the destination and waiting for the main force to arrive.

Receiving Fu Jun's call came as no surprise to Yang Yi. After all, he shared a close personal friendship with Fu Jun, and whenever he visited Guangzhou, he would usually dine with Fu Jun and his family. This time, however, Fu Jun was contacting Yang Yi regarding official business concerning the Sahara online mall.

"?" Qianyu's brow twitched slightly because even the other party's license plate number had been recorded, yet they were still denying such an irrefutable fact.

A piercing beastly howl suddenly shattered the silence. Qingyao felt a surge of joy and turned her head slightly to see that Cheng Jiayu and the others had finally made progress, having slain a skeletal minion. That shrill cry was its dying shriek, and the other skeletal minion was now teetering on the verge of collapse as well.

'I always feel that a very long time has passed since I first arrived in Haha Township, because when I originally came here, it should have...'

According to the memories of this body's original owner, the highest-ranking rune master in this dynasty was merely a one-star rune master.

An ordinary feather, nothing out of the ordinary. The strange part was how it had appeared.