Chapter 155: The One Who Waits

Vidor stood silently outside the window for a while.
The shop had been meticulously cleaned by Elsa, who untiringly fetched clean water to wipe away the sweat and pus from the bodies of the sick.
She fed them softened bread from a bowl, morsel by morsel.
Elsa was the only one bustling about here, running back and forth with no one to help her.
Perhaps throughout those twelve years, she had lived entirely on her own, growing up in this manner.
The preceding clash between Qingyunzi and the Blood-robed figure had instantly inflicted severe trauma upon those thirty-odd quasi-emperors! Although they were not yet dead, they had lost all combat capability!
Their entire bodies were inlaid with gold and silver wire; despite enduring the weathering of thousands of years of wind and dust, they still gleamed as brightly as new.
Cui Feng held his breath, and a split second later, he suddenly whirled around, unleashing a peerlessly fierce punch toward the seemingly calm and placid void behind him, the air hissing shrilly under the force of his fist.
In the main hall of the front house, aside from Chen Ning's parents, the parents of Chen Liang and Chen Hu, as well as Chen Liang and Chen Xishun, were all waiting.
Seeing that he could not reason with her, Dong Zhanyun had no choice but to say, "No matter what, let's save the person first." "Roar~!" A loud sound startled both Dong Zhanyun as a gigantic serpent's body materialized across the earth.
"Is this really all Your Highness wanted to see me for today?" Peng Mo interrupted, finding his words growing increasingly absurd.
Upon seeing this, Cui Feng was overcome with the sentiment that "a true kindred spirit is hard to find." He touched the tiger's-shank bone to the fire with a sense of lingering emotion, roasting it as he muttered, "Who would have thought you are also a cultivator who appreciates culinary pleasures? Truly kindred spirits."
Yao Ruolan gazed at the seven jade tablets, then examined their craftsmanship. Thinking of the lotus jade pendant she had given away, she suddenly felt as though she had been outdone, and secretly cursed Peng Mo in her heart.
"I—I—I possess revolutionary passion and ideals, and I possess the revolutionary spirit of not fearing death," Wang Ting said with a somewhat gentle tone.
Recalling their treatment of her in her past life, the blood in her entire body froze as cold as ice in an instant, and a bloodthirsty murderous intent surfaced uncontrollably.
Though the photograph was rather blurry, the palace appeared extremely ancient, exuding an aura steeped in a long history.
He gazed intently at Tianming Jiu. To be with her, to spend a lifetime together—would she be willing, he wondered?
Yang Changfeng gripped his baton in his hand and swept it through the air, drawing a large circle that framed the tactical map.
Wang Changshang put away the finished fire-bird talisman, looked up at the sky, and calculated that the appointed time to meet Wang Xuan was approaching. He then packed away his talisman-making tools, washed his face, and left the courtyard.
"Zhao Da, take this piece of roasted meat to Young Master Ning," a resolute-looking middle-aged man instructed, using a dagger to slice off a large chunk of roasted meat, wrapping it in lotus leaves, and handing it to the dark-faced burly man beside him while pointing at the carriage.
Tianxi's alluring, blood-stained red dress was in tattered rags, barely covering her body, and her jet-black hair stood on end like a startled cat's. Even her face was charred and smoking, yet her eyes were as brilliantly bright as those of someone running a high fever.
Water Sprite had rarely entered the group chat before, and this was her first time meeting the character "Gaming Otaku." Seeing him speak so actively and enthusiastically, she suddenly asked an unrelated question.
Prompted by Tang Wansheng's words, Xun Xuan immediately began to view Daydream as an equal rather than merely treating him like a salted fish.
If Luo Zhiying had not been running amok over there, that matter truly could have been completely covered up.
Ailoka walked forward step by step, and the unique fragrance lingering on her body gradually drifted into Zhang Hao's nose with her movements, causing his mind to momentarily blank out. The lingering trace of sleepiness he had felt just moments ago vanished completely.
There is a saying that confession brings harsher punishment; even if beaten to death, Ye Xun could never admit to this. It was not merely an issue of deceiving the sovereign; if Emperor Wanli learned that Ye Xun truly possessed the ability to soar through the skies and walk across walls, he would likely have to remain constantly on guard against Ye Xun in the future.