29 Quiet

"But surely, you could help at least a little bit?" Gu Yunzhao looked puzzled, not quite understanding what Smoke Pipe meant.

Qi Anluo felt a subtle sense of relief and nodded in agreement. Gu Xidong said no more, only adding, "I'm calling my father now," before hanging up.

Ning Jianyuan was not one to draw attention to himself; his car was parked in an inconspicuous spot. Qi Anluo almost failed to find it, and it wasn't until he saw her and called her that she finally located him.

A vast, magnificent river surged before Lin Ming, its waters rolling and wide as the sea, giving one the feeling that it contained infinite power.

Only the Golden Crow beside it could sense that purple lightning and that overbearing aura.

Now he realized that everything he had done back then was in vain; he could not protect her. From the very beginning, all they had ever valued was the bloodline of the Ning family.

Qi Anluo had no choice but to put the money away, thinking she would give it to Qiqi tomorrow. Upon reaching her floor, she took out her key to open the door. Whether it was due to her dizziness or something else, she couldn't seem to get the door open for the longest time.

An Qingqian leaned weakly against Fu Dongjing’s chest, her face as pale as rice paper, the insulated food container in her hand nearly slipping from her grasp.

This punch seemed to be the culmination of all pugilistic techniques, imbued with a profound sense of the Dao.

"President Lu, if I may be so bold as to ask, why do you trust me so much?" They were mere strangers, and she had confirmed with Lu Pingyun that Lu Ping'an had absolutely no relation to her. On what grounds did he trust her?

Shen Jun activated his inner vision and scanned himself several times. There was no such thing as a "divine meridian"; one knows one's own body best, after all.

After robbing the passengers of their money, only one thug remained in the economy cabin while the others left. I suspect they must have gone to the first-class cabin to plunder it as well, for it is, after all, where the so-called wealthy reside.

The reactions varied, but the strange phenomenon was universal: their pupils turned red, and their veins began to pulse in a bizarre, undulating fashion.

She was embroidering. On a piece of fine silk, she had stitched two butterflies that seemed ready to take flight, the craftsmanship so exquisite that the butterflies appeared lifelike, as if they might flutter away at any moment.

She noticed carefully that all the advertising boards for the Cen family’s development project on the street had been replaced by those of another firm. She pulled out her phone to check the recent news, only to find the battery dead. She sat in the car, dejected, lost in a whirlpool of stray thoughts.

She tried to break through the barrier. After failing repeatedly, she finally grew tired and sat down against it to rest.

Ye Zhen glanced at him suspiciously and said nonchalantly, "I will." Among the many princes, she was most familiar with Jun Ninglan. If she helped a prince as deep and scheming as him ascend the throne, it would surely deal a fatal blow to Jun Chengxuan.

Yang Chen had not seen who struck him directly, of that he was certain. He searched in terror for the source of the force that had wounded him, but found nothing.

"Alright, I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to bluff the Master just now." Ye Shaoxuan bowed his head slightly, feeling a genuine sense of remorse.

The night moon hung high in the branches, playfully peeking through the curtains to land upon the person on the bed. She seemed to be sleeping restlessly, crying even in her dreams, with crystalline tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Yu Han stood to the side to regulate his breathing; he had suffered significant injuries in his recent battle with Fang Pingzhou.

Green Eaves had injured her hand and lost too much blood, so she had not followed Ji Tian'e to the Miaofa Nunnery at the time.

The people of the six states, now integrated into the Great Qin, vied eagerly to join the army, and countless citizens petitioned to emigrate.

When the two exchanged their A4 sheets of paper, Wu Qing couldn't help but cast a curious glance, wanting to see what the boss and his wife had each written.

On the arena stage, a thin layer of ice had already formed on the ground within a dozen yards of Qi Hao. Disciples standing near the platform felt a chill wash over them, and several nearly slipped on the thin ice at their feet. Fearing they might be caught in the crossfire, they quickly retreated.

Long Yang lay in the dormitory. When he woke, he found only Pin Chi in the room. Pin Chi’s computer had been donated to the NA team for training, and he was lying on his bed playing on his phone. Hearing the movement in the room, he was the first to notice that Long Yang had awakened.

"Come, thank you for visiting me during my lowest point. I toast you." Chu Xuan picked up the wine bottle.

Shi Ziling, who was controlling the ancient beast—the hedgehog—felt an aura of death and trepidation coming from a hundred miles away, and a happy smile appeared on his pale face.

"Move aside, move aside, Chief Constable Yao is here!" The bailiffs accompanying Chief Constable Yao shouted at the opportune moment.

Her lightness skill was superb, almost leaving no trace on the snow; it was not strange for her to hover in the air by riding the wind, but she had rarely seen true flight.

"Hmph! How many times have I told you how you should address me? Have you forgotten?" a voice scoffed, sounding low and somewhat raspy.

Under Lydia's guidance, we continued forward. This planet had many dense forests, covering nearly eighty percent of the land, with the rest being mountains and seas.

Even Long Ying himself did not know that he had achieved two things. But the temporary respite had already touched everyone's nerves. What they feared most was that one of Long Ying’s goals was to have Li Xian return to the capital as Crown Prince, which would turn the military meeting into a debate.

Leaving He Ye and the others to clean up the aftermath, handle the corpses, and reset the pontoon bridge they had dismantled, Long Ying and his two companions rode their horses across the river and chased after the Mengxi tribe in the dark.

"Everyone, take a rest!" Seeing that everyone was exhausted, I spoke up and plopped down onto the ground myself, feeling somewhat dejected: I hadn't expected my judgment to be wrong, or perhaps Old Man Meng had just been bragging from the start?

Wu Xia performed a sword dance, and Liu Yan also danced a piece—it was the Peacock Dance that Lu Bu had taught Diao Chan, and Diao Chan had, in turn, taught Liu Yan.

The horses belonging to Wan Renyu and Feng Guoting were accustomed to traveling with Xue'er; their tacit understanding was no less than that of the three humans. Without needing instruction, they naturally followed the "leader," Xue'er, weaving and darting, their coordination flawless and seemingly natural.

They walked in through the massive cargo hatch, and inside was a flat expanse. At a glance, one could see the steel plating on the other side. Scattered around were some giant mechanical arms and hoisting equipment; even without Dian-Di's introduction, everyone knew this was the cargo hold.