Chapter 19: The Film

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Mei Mei felt a stir in her heart—what kind of words were those? Could it be understood that this fellow was reluctant to part with Lin Runan? Even though the Golden Unicorn’s entire body was highly resilient, being hurled with such immense force against a giant rock would have shattered most of its bones. Yet Wu Yan knew clearly that the skeleton of the Golden Unicorn was completely intact, as if it were naturally embedded in the stone.

Safely back at the Qinghua Courtyard of the Xu Mansion, dusk was falling. Xu Junying had not returned yet. Mei Niang had just relaxed a bit when Madam Wang came in and began lecturing again, making her skin crawl and itching to curse.

“What’s wrong with Dad? Why is he so furious today?” Wang Hai was puzzled but decided to see for himself.

Sure enough, within the time it took to finish a cup of tea, the brother and sister entered with their heads bowed. This time, Qin Boqing was pulling Mei Niang along, his eyes red from crying, while Mei Niang pressed her lips tightly, looking defiant.

At first glance, the two were dazzled and shed tears before they could clearly see Wu Zhu’er crouching by the pit, and then they shook their heads excitedly.

It was already the morning of the 26th, with just over five days left until the auction on January 1, 2016. But Wang Hai believed that in just three days, he could stir up a storm across the entire world. After all, this was the modern age of information, and Wang Hai intended to make full use of its advantages.

Tossed and turned until dawn, she sat breathless on the doorstep, hugging her knees and glancing back at the old grandmother who lay deep in sleep inside the house, her eyes welling with emotion.

“Knock knock…” A burly man, only about one and a half meters tall, strode towards Wang Hai. His whole body shimmered with a metallic sheen, his heavy footsteps thudding loudly, shaking the ground beneath him. In the dead of winter, he wore only a shirt, his steel-like muscles flexing fiercely.

Because of this, Sun He once asked him why he had changed so much after returning from Renjia Village. He refused to answer, and Sun He even suspected that perhaps Ren Lijuan and Yan Pengchao had broken up.

Others wore expressions of anticipation, eager to see if the notorious playboy had made any progress.

“Is this for real? Are they trying to fool us?” Ji Qingcheng and her two companions exchanged glances, suspicious that there was something fishy. They simply didn’t believe it could taste so good.

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Lin Chu’s emotions were complicated as for the first time, the past and present flashed vividly before her. Music indeed possessed a unique charm; it could stir the mind, pulling one from reality into an ethereal world. In that world, everything was beautiful, even sorrowful emotions were worth singing about.

“The symbolism isn’t hard to understand—climbing to the moon and plucking laurels! But I don’t understand what you mean by good feng shui? What exactly are you referring to?” asked the Platinum Crow.

“He... he actually severed the connection between Changsun He and the magical instrument!” someone nearby exclaimed in shock. Changsun He’s expression turned stunned and incredulous, a stabbing pain gripping his chest.

“Let’s wait a bit longer. Take it out in the morning to dry in the courtyard. It should be nearly dry by evening,” Xiang Ling replied, then went to the east wing to hang the clothes out to dry.

Especially watching the water’s surface ripple continuously, with Gao Sheng absent for some time, the sorcerer’s anxiety deepened.

Liang Xinhui led them into the rear hall. The front hall was for receiving guests. Upstairs in the middle hall were the premium guest rooms, below were resting areas. The rear hall was the entertainment area: drinking tea, chatting, socializing, and listening to music.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Wu Chi’s smile faded, his shoulders trembling as if soaked with water. The star chart in his palm spun wildly out of control, emitting a harsh grinding sound.

The two shared a tacit understanding; they had once interacted like this too.

For several days, a fine drizzle hung over the skies of Xuzhou, the darkened heavens cloaking the earth in a gloomy chill, mirroring the mood of the officers in the command post.

After paying respects to the old master and Madam Dong, Wang Yan recounted the events in Jingzhou. The dangerous parts were brushed over lightly in a casual tone. The episode of being swept away by the flood was omitted entirely. After dinner with his parents, Wang Yan returned to his own courtyard.

“I’m guessing those two had some trouble yesterday... probably Yang Song confronted them,” Liu Rui analyzed while watching Meng Liang.

Yang Jinxin remained silent, staring blankly out the window. Qin Muyang frowned slightly, his cup always near his lips, ready to drink as soon as she lowered her head.

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He propped his head lazily on the arm of the purple lacquered hundred-wood chair, unfazed by her arrival as if expecting her all along.

“It’s indeed good news. That way, Han Zeng can return before the new year, right?” Huo Chengjun had no time to concern himself with Liu Bingyi’s ambitions, his mind fixed solely on Han Zeng, still stationed at the frontier.

Slash! Raspenqing’s great sword! Raspenqing’s raised great sword was instantly cleaved into two!

Yang Jinxin furrowed her brows slightly, scrutinizing the young woman before her. Around eighteen or nineteen, sporting the fashionable curly hairstyle, a fair and delicate oval face, finely groomed long eyebrows, and sparkling black eyes. Her outstanding attire confirmed Yang Jinxin had no acquaintance with her.

As the two sides plunged back into chaotic battle, the cannon fire on the hillside ceased. Bowmen, wary of hitting their own comrades, only aimed recklessly at the isolated National Guard soldiers behind. The poor troops, confused by the commands of their commanders, hadn’t yet figured out which direction to charge and were shot like porcupines.

Wang Yan dared not imagine what atrocities a young woman would suffer if trapped among bandits, especially if Liangshan was filled with scoundrels like Kong Xiong.

“So, we’re in an extremely passive position now. Zhong Hua hasn’t even moved yet, and we’re already thrown into chaos by that bastard Ding Changsheng. If this continues, what do we do?” He Jiasheng asked.

“Can we keep our own supplies and weapons?” Luohan finally asked the most crucial question, saving it for last, effectively signaling his agreement to join.

He forbade Fu Jingxing from setting foot in the Fu family affairs, which for the time being were handled by Fu Jingyao and Fu Jing’an. Fortunately, the three brothers had always been close, and Fu Jingxing bore no grudges against his younger brothers.