Chapter 51 Do You Want to Make a Wish to Me?

Xing Lin always exuded an inherent sense of aggression. Even when he was standing casually, this presence was impossible to ignore. Now that he was close, his aura seemed to grow feet, slipping past the thin inner curtain to brush against the nape of her neck.

No matter how large a tent might be, the sleeping space was inevitably limited, and everyone slept inside sleeping bags. Tonight, with the torrential rain and a sudden plummet in temperature, their heating equipment was severely restricted, making the sleeping area the primary focus.

Leaving this designated area to sleep anywhere else—

Meng Qingyi slipped into the house right under Duan Taosong's nose, and seemingly almost immediately, the sound of heavy snoring filled the air. Yet, after lingering for less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, she slipped out through the window once more, plunging back into the biting cold wind.

What on earth kind of strange beast was this? Wait, could it actually speak? Could it be a Yellow-Shadow-tier exotic beast?

Realizing instantly that the situation was turning precarious, Meng Qingyi reached out to press down on Xue Qi beside her, while interrupting with a cheerful laugh.

The Demonic Spear pierced straight through the torrent formed by the convergence of spiritual and demonic energies, shattering the roaring current into pieces before that overwhelming demonic might.

Liu the Squinter and Zhang Bolie were accommodated in the finest inn within Wuchang City. Believing he had successfully fulfilled his mission of peace talks and casting off the heavy burden in his heart, Zhang Bolie fell fast asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, soon snoring in uneven rhythms.

The moment Ma Shengnan stepped into the Yamaguchi-gundan headquarters once more was also the moment the stars dimmed their light, and the hour of doom for the east-side casino.

The gunfire startled the entire city of Guangzhou, and Qing troops from all directions kept converging on this spot. With Gong Ren and his companions trapped here as tight as an iron bucket, the situation had become extremely perilous.

"Tianhao, Xiaofeng, let's all go to the gathering this afternoon," Sister Sisi walked over from behind and said to us.

When he finally stumbled out of the Imperial Academy and returned to his own estate, dusk had already fallen. Before he even had a chance to eat, he collapsed face-first onto the bed and fell fast asleep. Engaging in debates and arguments was infinitely more exhausting than fighting for one's life.

Everyone in the world knew that Cangshan Mountain possessed nineteen peaks, but only members of the Duan family knew that there was a twentieth peak as well.

Nutrient solution? Luo Qing suddenly recalled the nutrient solution he had developed—Type III nutrient solution, intended to accelerate potato evolution. He had formulated it a month before his laboratory exploded, and its effects were indeed remarkable: the potato yield increased, and their individual sizes expanded.

Fang Monian smiled. Only then did I notice a subtle change in his smile; the once vacant expression had turned warm and captivating, the corners of his mouth curving outward. It turned out that smiles could change over time, though compared to this one, I still preferred the Fang Monian of the past.

Qin Tian could understand Henry, because he felt the exact same way... When money reached a certain threshold, money ceased to be a problem.

"Can we start rehearsing now?" Fang Monian withdrew his usual good-tempered demeanor toward me and asked them coldly.

Thinking of the things Bai Qianqian said her mother had taught her, the head teacher dialed Bai Qianqian's father's number.

"Pay him no mind," Fu Qingze said, his voice softening slightly when he saw Bai Qianqian shielding him like that.

"Did you see anyone else?" Seeing that Nanshan was all by himself, Jiusu furrowed his brows slightly and asked.

Qin Feng embraced him, thinking to himself: Do not cry. The trace of moisture was probably minimal anyway, and as the two pressed their faces together, it rubbed away in a moment. Time spent together always felt fleeting; if Qin Feng did not leave soon, he feared it would arouse suspicion. Suohuan handed him a handkerchief, leaving him utterly baffled.

Yan Ke's proposal met with collective opposition from Huolie's men, who brushed it off by claiming that horse-riding and archery were sacred skills bestowed upon the prairie sons by the gods, and they dared not use them for entertainment during banquets and wine feasts. Besides, the heavy aura of slaughter might frighten the Queen.

We were complete strangers in this unfamiliar place, making it extremely difficult to find Granny Ghost. However, if Geng Wenbing was willing to assist us, we should be able to track her down.

Trouble followed close behind, however. Fear of the deep sea was one aspect, but on top of that... with a ship this large, where on earth had Lan Lan and the others gone chasing after the Sea Spirit? Surely they couldn't search the entire vessel from top to bottom all over again, could they?