Chapter 50: An Astonishing Dream in the Garden
All through the night, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, Shi Yi clutched that bottle of wine worth over 1.1 million tightly to her chest. Yet, in the brief moment she left to drink some water, Gu Hansheng had already opened the most unassuming bottle on the bottom shelf of the cabinet—a red wine whose label was nothing more than a few simple sketches. In just a short while, he had already consumed more than half of it.
“Wait… you all—” Shi Yi was speechless, but at least it wasn’t the one worth over a million.
The others were not bad either. After enduring a hundred trials, this time, more or less, everyone had managed to leave Shen Fei somewhat satisfied.
Mo Qiantao, unwilling to yield, grabbed him forcefully. “Take me with you.” As soon as the words left her lips, she felt her vision go black and collapsed into his arms, catching the scent of powder and perfume clinging to him.
Had it not been for Chu Xiu’s appearance today, not only would she have endured an unbearable ordeal, but her parents might have been expelled from the hospital as well.
Tong Wuji walked past Xie Lang without sparing him a glance, though his peripheral vision lingered briefly on Li Hu.
She simply couldn’t understand—at such a critical moment when Allure International stood on the brink of survival, why would he refuse her goodwill?
As envoys, the identities of the three ahead might not be inferior to Solondia’s; even Solondia himself was relegated to running errands. What kind of existence, then, stood behind him?
“What’s wrong?” Xiao Yu hurriedly asked, wrapping her arms around Xiao Huo’s body, her beautiful eyes still filled with emotion.
Ling’er smiled gently. Perhaps, in the past, she would have feared such a strong foe as Mu She, a cultivator of the Dou Master level.
“To have the honor of coming today to protect Her Highness and the young prince—I must truly thank the blessings of my ancestors.” He remained kneeling, but unlike other servants with their cringing and submissive manners, he exuded a righteous air, showing courtesy and composure without servility.
The others turned to look and, sure enough, several nearby tables had already collapsed without anyone noticing. Those tables had clearly been within the protection of the energy shield just moments before.
“Let’s hope you manage to bring back a few scraps of cloth.” The rare-grade heroic spirit sat on the ground, beginning to meditate.
After passing through twenty-three bustling doorways in the corridor, Robin finally entered the inner chamber. He glanced around at his surroundings: a domed glass ceiling, about twenty meters high. The chamber spanned nearly ten thousand square meters—vast and empty, without a single hiding place.
By then, powerful particle beams were already shooting forth, forming a vibrant, rainbow-colored aurora high above the hollow, stretching thousands of meters skyward—a breathtaking, magical spectacle that would, in time, become the signature attraction of the Dragon Palace in the oceanic city.
Emperor Hoffman pressed his lips together, pride warring within him against the humiliation of being coerced by Duke Clarence. Yet, a fragment of reason still told him that a marriage alliance with Clarence was the wisest choice for the moment.
In the third month after the Song army arrived at Qiongzhou Island, on a midnight, a garrison closest to the Li and Miao tribes was suddenly attacked by Li and Miao warriors. Over a hundred men were killed, the newly established garrison was burned to the ground, and the survivors fled to Qiongzhou Prefecture to report the incident to the court.
“This was already proven in the old era: all elements beyond position PS on the periodic table are man-made.” Since this topic concerned mining and metallurgy, Robin rarely had the chance to share his views.
This was also the source of Pu Yang’s dilemma. So many from both orthodox and unorthodox paths, as well as all manner of demons and spirits, had come, yet aside from chasing him, none had caused any trouble; all abided by the law. Now that he had returned, none even sought him out. The calm was so profound it felt uncanny.
As for the military camp, they had already wandered through it dozens of times: the barracks, the mess hall, the training grounds, the parade field, the vegetable garden—even the pigsty bore traces of their footsteps.