Volume 1, Chapter 29: Murder and Arson Lead to Golden Belts

At such an advanced age, he still has to call his mother to learn how to cook, and he usually just hangs around with a bunch of cats and dogs, collapsing wherever he goes as if he had no bones at all.

Lu Tianfeng happened to have some small change. After handing twenty-five to the landlady, he picked up the steaming bag and turned to head home.

It felt as if his entire soul had been drawn into the depths of Nan Fang's profound eyes; for a moment, the fool even forgot how to breathe.

Shangguan Qingyi, who had always presented a facade of strength, finally could not bear it any longer. She, too, closed her eyes. To plunge a blade into the very person she had sworn to protect—the agony and courage required for such an act are beyond what most could endure or possess.

"A disaster, a disaster with a relatively wide scope of impact, but beyond that, there is no other information. Besides, not every one of Admiral's dreams necessarily holds symbolic meaning," Klein replied, weighing his words.

By the banks of the Weak River, Li Muyu lay hidden beside the Forget-Me-Not tree, quite leisurely chewing on a willow twig while watching the clouds drift across the sky.

"Understood." Klein took a breath, excused himself, turned, and left the room to return to the underground level.

The streets, usually bustling and vibrant, appeared exceptionally desolate. Even the few pedestrians who remained were hurrying home, stumbling through the puddles and splashing mud as they went.

Passing a former blacksmith's shop on the left—the rusted anvil and the handleless hammer head inside were proof of its past—the iron-forged "Llama Weaponry Specialists" sign above the door told its own story. Such simple phrasing was just at the limit of what Dorn’s level 3 Ancient Language skill could comprehend.

Prince De had been missing for several days; figuring out how to uncover clues and locate him was Chu Xian’s most urgent priority.

While washing her hands in the kitchen, Bai Zezhi heard her phone ringing again from the bag she had tossed on the stairs. She thought to herself, what is wrong with today? All the calls seem to be piling up at once.

Madam Qiao took the medicinal pill and watched with joy as Qiao Feng’s facial features became distinct, looking just as they had before. Color gradually returned to his face, and under the nourishment of the spirit blood, his skin became indistinguishable from real flesh, though the color remained slightly deep.

Of course, Ning Jin could not see any of this here; her attention was entirely focused on the scene of her meeting with Cuiwei.

"How could it be so vicious?" Zuo Yufei looked around, his brow furrowed tightly, a surge of rage simmering in his heart.

"N-nothing!" The troublemaking band member immediately adopted a very obedient demeanor, slowly turning his head toward his companions with an innocent expression, while also masking a hint of pain.

Chairs were scattered everywhere. A strong aura of murderous intent rose from Chen Xiyu as he glared fixedly at Feng Qing.

"To travel all the way from the Green Ox Realm to the Heavenly Dog Realm—that is quite extraordinary," Gu Yan said, not with surprise, but with a sense of excitement.

"Who on earth are you?" Prince Zheng tried to sit up, but he lacked the strength. He coughed a few times, spitting out blood, his chest tearing with pain as his gaunt complexion turned a ghastly shade of blue.

Speaking of wine, when people think of Old World wines, they first think of France; when they think of New World wines, they first think of Australia.

"She speaks in the past tense; I speak in the future tense," Ouyang Xuanyu said elegantly, as he went to pursue her.

"Can't I just express a sentiment? Shaoshao is only nineteen, and I am eight years older than her. Doesn't that make me old?" Xia Qiqi glared at Feng Xiangbei with irritation.

She appeared to be seventeen or eighteen, with willow-leaf brows and phoenix eyes, and skin as fair as snow, though her lips were thin—perhaps a match for Xiao Boyan’s.

"Your Hengheng has been killed by me. He is dead, and you will never see him again," Liehuo said, intending to be cruel.

Kong Liang grinned, "Not only are we alive, but we also killed the Golden-Crested Sea Viper!" With that, he tossed one end of the fishing net to the elderly boatman, then vaulted onto the fishing boat with Yun Xi.

"This is my bone marrow fluid. It is extremely precious and has the effect of prolonging life. Have her take it first; it will improve her mental state and make it easier for you to perform the rescue." The Spirit of the Snake Ancestor flicked a finger, and a drop of crystalline liquid landed in Qin Tian’s palm.

The old man picked up his dragon-headed rolling pin and said to Yun Xi, "Young Hero Yun, your internal injuries have healed. Your master and senior brother are waiting for you to save them. If you wish to leave, you may do so at any time." Having said this, he turned and exited the cave.

Much like the vibrant green wheat sprouts from a few days ago, it added a touch of vitality to this cold winter.

Was it true that long ago, the Li imperial family and the nobility had already begun to show signs of losing the hearts of the people? Or perhaps, an invisible hand had been pushing the Li dynasty toward the abyss all along?

They had originally come just to join in the excitement, never expecting the pleasant surprise of seeing someone at the very top of Qing City’s food chain.

A Princess Jiaming from the previous dynasty had once admired him, but now that he had married Tan Min, Princess Zhaoyang denounced him as a man who had broken his word.

Under Lin Xin'an’s explanation, Wu Mian gained some understanding of the "Curved Step": the Moon Step was a foundational movement, and most other footwork was built upon it.

The so-called fist force is the impact of a punch, which is related to the speed of the punch and the coordinated effort of the body.

They placed striking markers where the remains were found. Using three large cloth bags, they carried the bones away. After confirming there were no other useful clues, they descended the slope. The horse was hungry, so they let it carry the bags while they walked back to the county town on foot.

In the suddenly cooling weather, he had never experienced the simple warmth of eating from a clay pot.

She wished Qin Huiyan would hurry home to prepare for her delivery instead of coming to work, pointing fingers in the office all day. She didn't understand anything, and her designs were mediocre, yet she insisted on taking charge—it was truly annoying.

"So that's how it is." Before this, Xia Fangyuan had no idea that Gong Shaoxie enjoyed shooting. Although the time they had spent together was not particularly long, it wasn't short either, but Xia Fangyuan felt... they didn't really understand each other. There were so many things about him that she didn't know.

After returning to the shore, Gong Shaoxie and Xia Fangyuan bid farewell to Anna and her boyfriend Kevin before heading back to their respective rooms. In truth, Xia Fangyuan hadn't wanted Anna to join them for dinner and sunset viewing; Anna had insisted on clinging to her—no, it should be said she was clinging to Gong Shaoxie.

"Pfft..." Gong Shaoxie had promised Xia Fangyuan he wouldn't laugh, but he simply couldn't help it; Xia Fangyuan was just so, so cute.

"One incense stick? Just one incense stick!" Feng Wu closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down as she began to recall the places Feng Yu might have gone.