Chapter 59: Tell Me, How Many Suns Are in the Sky?
Witnessing this scene, Jiang Kairan could only think how fortunate it was that Shao Zifeng was not present; otherwise, it would have utterly broken his heart.
Her well-to-do and capable girlfriends felt the exact same way. Upon seeing the terrifying price tag of the pink diamond, they instantly lost all their enthusiasm and fell silent.
Right at this moment, the Howling Moon Wolf King nearby suddenly let out a loud roar and slammed his fist against the stone platform. The platform shattered into countless pieces, and the magic crystals resting upon it scattered in all directions, making it impossible to tell which side now had more or less.
Jiang Kairan calmly withdrew his fist and gently blew on it. Shao Gang collapsed to the ground, his entire body convulsing as though he had been struck by lightning, foam gradually spilling from his lips.
In China's ancient martial arts world, there also existed a medical sect. In Japan, there were medical ninja. The most brilliant physician in China over the past century was named Hua Buyi. Although he was famed for his ability to bring the dead back to life and regenerate flesh on bones, even he could not save someone who was already dead.
"Wait, you said he drives a luxury car and lives in the Huadu District?" However, what Auston cared about was not whether she had gone behind his back to find a wealthy benefactor, but rather Zhu Gang's address.
"According to the rules of our ancient martial arts world, those caught stealing martial arts secrets will, at the very least, have their legs broken and their martial cultivation crippled; at worst, they will be beaten to death on the spot," said Xiao Xinghua.
"This dark sorcerer is no ordinary individual. He is the most cautious fellow I have ever encountered, and his sorcery is extremely powerful. The terrifying aspect of dark arts lies in killing without a trace, as you have all witnessed and experienced before. Unless we track him down, finding Romi will be entirely useless," Ye Wuhao said to her.
The sniper, who was carefully aiming at the entrance of the Jinghua Grand Hotel, was startled out of his wits upon suddenly hearing Chen Hao's voice.
"Do you have any final words?" Against the backdrop of the blood-stained jade battlefield and beneath the sharp edge of the Qingfeng treasured sword, Venerable Mahakasyapa's face turned ashen.
The smile on his face never changed, leaving Xiao Zifeng unable to decipher his true emotions. She only felt that his smile no longer carried its former spine-chilling quality.
Sure enough, in an instant, all these disciples of the Thunder Sect grew furious, casting their gazes toward Chen Qinghao. Judging by their posture, they were ready to strike at any moment.
Andy wanted to say there was no need, but the other end had already hung up. Cydonia was actually planning to come over in person. Should she refuse? Did she need to refuse? Andy went through a rapid internal struggle, almost forgetting that Guan Jiuer was right beside her.
Although Qiu Yingying had obtained a master strategy on the general direction of how to handle things, she wore a drooping, distressed expression when it came to the actual implementation.
Qu Xiaoxiao relayed the message to Bao Yifan, asking what he wanted to ask. When Bao Yifan shook his head, she simply wished Qiu Yingying a good night.
She pushed the door open on tiptoe. The room was shrouded in utter silence, the blackout curtains fiercely barring the morning sunlight from entering, save for a few mischievous rays of light that slipped through the tiny cracks at the corners of the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a faint, dim glow into the dark room.
Sikong Yanbi wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her tightly into his embrace, so fiercely as though he intended to embed her into his very flesh and bone.
With this thought, I shook my head and lowered my gaze to tidy up the room. However, the interior was in such utter chaos that even after cleaning past midnight, the room remained a complete mess. Feeling both slightly hungry and tired, I stopped cleaning and instead went to the kitchen to cook myself a bowl of noodles.
Downing the potent whisky in his glass in a single gulp, he picked up his phone and dialed Ye Mingfeng's number.
Yet, the astonishment and distraction among the crowd were not caused by Taozi, but rather by the Peach Blossom Fairy's otherworldly, breathtaking beauty.
Achieving a state of utter "tranquility" was enough for many to spend a lifetime pursuing, while attaining "inner stillness" was sufficient for a mortal to transcend the ordinary world.
While Zhang Ming远 was enjoying the warmth of family, across the globe at the Washington Medical Center in Seattle, Counter had gathered numerous colleagues to hold another case discussion meeting. Unlike the one a week prior, this session was not aimed at the junior doctors.
Had it not been for the sake of Imperial Concubine Xi, Grand Tutor Zhang probably would not have lived to see the next day's sun; instead, he was merely ordered to await his punishment, sparing him from creating unnecessary trouble here. As for what would come next, they would have to wait for the dispatched emissary to confirm the situation first.
"I came to tell you that I've given up on Fang Yu. Not because he's incapable, but because he doesn't love me. I, Xu Piao, have no shortage of suitors," Xu Piao declared before dropping her things and turning to leave.
At the Huayang Hotel, Su Cheng had originally booked a deluxe twin room, where all the furnishings had been newly replaced.
"Without Sister Qing's protection, you are nothing," Pan Keyi's sharp and shrewish cursing was utterly shocking to witness.
She couldn't recall the exact medical name, but after switching the medication to the current celecoxib, her symptoms had noticeably improved.
Very well, despise him all she wanted, but Wang Chen still had to take the tens of thousands of people's stakes seriously. Although Wang Chen didn't care about his own reputation, he had no desire to be casually branded with a heartless and fickle name.
"Your Highness Canglu! The Great King has gone mad!" The horse charged straight toward the lake, and the Goguryeo warrior rolled down from his saddle, shouting toward the approaching Canglu.
Jun Wuxie shed Qu Lingyue's attire, put on the uniform of the Fenghua Academy, wiped away the disguise on her face, and with a graceful air, transformed once again into that delicate and refined youth—Jun Xie.
This was the thought that flashed through Ji Yun's mind at that moment. He originally wanted to explain, but upon seeing Liu Bing's smiling face, Ji Yun found himself completely at a loss for words, feeling as though he had done something terribly wrong.
"Let Xu'er sleep soundly. Your hand hasn't been treated with medicine yet; come, I'll take you to apply the ointment," Li Fu said in a low, deep voice.