Chapter 15: The Dog Doesn’t Understand
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The sky was low and brooding, with snowflakes drifting down faintly. As soon as the wooden door of the Peaceful Inn was removed, shouts rang out from outside: “You’re opening so punctually! Can’t you open a bit earlier?”
“Hurry up, a bowl of knife-cut noodles, make it spicy.”
Before the words even entered, the people had already squeezed through the gap in the door.
The inn’s attendant grinned at Tian: “Master Pei, did your fierce wife at home scold you again?”
“Out of my way!”
Ren Feifan nodded; he was quite satisfied with these two. Bringing them back to the Sacred Sect would be a good choice—it was precisely this kind of resourceful and martial talent that the Sacred Sect currently lacked.
After leaving the restroom, Xing Zeyuan and Gan Suo slung their packs over their shoulders and pressed into the crowded main avenue, hoping to pass through the city and leave via the north gate.
Compared to those trapped in endless slaughter and deadlocks within the formation, Yunxing was fortunate. Yet, at this moment, he was the most dangerous presence in the entire Celestial Tower.
Thinking of this, Lin Jia, seated in her chair, leaned back, relaxing her body. Her lips curved with an intriguing smile.
With a bit of attention, Lin Jia also heard footsteps echoing in the corridor. However, the high-level ward area was nearly full of patients, and she doubted the newcomer was looking for Wu Ming. Before she could tease Wu Ming, a familiar male voice sounded from outside the door.
The Twin Palaces, named Life and Death, were deeply intertwined. If one were occupied by the Ghost Clan’s Yama, wouldn’t the other, ruled by the White Water Elder, also be imperiled?
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Even those previously controlled by Su Yunliang from the Three Sects now joined the standoff, opposing Yun Yan and her companions.
At this point, he no longer wished to pursue matters—at least, not until the Sect Leader emerged from seclusion.
He glanced at Shen Qingwu, who was sleeping deeply, and dismissed Su Xin. Shifting his position, he lay beside Shen Qingwu, placing his hand on her waist, feeling the swell of her belly. An unspoken peace settled in his heart, and before long, he too drifted into sleep beside her.
The Aunt Qiu mentioned by Wu Xin was Lin Jia’s mother. She must have learned from Old Jiang about Wu Xin’s impending discharge. After all, Zheng Lei and his group monitored every movement in the hospital, so nothing could be kept from Old Jiang.
As the black energy spheres rained down, Luo Tianhuan darted among them, constantly shifting his position between the gaps. This skill demanded precise movement; a single misstep would leave nothing but ashes.
Feng Yue mocked Ye Miao for her lack of focus in class today. Yesterday, she had teased him for holding the group back, but today her true colors showed.
Her satisfied expression softened the frost in Mo Jiuchen’s eyes and brought gentle warmth to the curve of his lips.
Recently, there had been rumors of bandits stirring, and some outsiders arrived, carrying the air of the military. There was suspicion they might be spies sent by the Da Lu. Though his men had cleared several locations without finding real enemies, there was always a chance some slipped through.
As he uttered the last word, Lan Ran suddenly stepped forward. The Mirror Flower Moon, hanging at his waist, was now in his right hand, unleashing a dazzling sword pressure.
Perhaps it was the firelight or something else, but Ye Miao’s cheeks were rosy. Yet, her dark complexion made it hard to see. Grandma Ye was far too fond of praise; nine out of ten sentences she spoke were compliments.
The online turmoil lasted four days. With repeated stern statements from the Duan family and a barrage of lawyer’s letters, the smear campaign finally subsided.
Although this departure was not a final farewell, Su Yi inexplicably sensed a loneliness in the young man that defied his age. Though their time together had not been long, the experience had left its mark.
Xu did not linger; several ladies called her aside. After she left, Chen Ying and Zhang Miaoyu hurried over, pulling Jiang Yunqing with curiosity as they admired the phoenix hairpin in her hand.
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The meaning of these words: when a person reaches a certain low point, gradually, everything will begin to improve.
Chu Xiong opened the second item: an egg, gray-black and slightly larger than a chicken egg. Other than a mysterious character inscribed on it, there was nothing unusual. Everyone turned to Chu Rou with curious eyes.
The intelligence about the root squad movement in the M Army that was sent last time has been noted. We are monitoring it closely, but their intentions remain unclear. If further information emerges, please provide it.
“What did you say? Explain yourself!” Wang Ye’s heart jolted; he hurriedly grabbed the man’s collar and demanded answers.
Now the opportunity had come: his hometown team extended an invitation, and it was already a two-time champion. How could Leitner not be excited? He even felt he’d pay his own way if needed.
With each step, the “White Jade Pillar” trembled wildly, his bulk wobbling like liquid, drawing all eyes.
Now, all his possessions in Chang’an amounted to little more than a three-courtyard residence—nothing remarkable. When he was a county prince, his mansion belonged to the royal family, never his own.
The source of this warmth was a fire-red stone, given to him by Shen Gongbao. He claimed it was excavated from deep underground and rivaled thousand-year-old warm jade.
If the first strike failed to finish the enemy, once they reacted, it would spell the end for the Western Regions.
Faxiang Temple was the largest Buddhist temple in Anzhou. Legend had it the temple’s founder was once a Shaolin disciple who left the mountain to spread the Dharma, finally establishing Faxiang Temple in Anzhou.
Unfortunately, Chen Taixuan disliked medicine. If not for being forced to learn, he might not have achieved his medical skills, nor developed such miraculous abilities.
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