Chapter 86: Visiting the Tang Family

"Where did you hear that?"
"Feng Feng said it."
Xia Wei shot Gu Yong a glare. "You're friends with Feng Feng, so of course you'd believe that sort of thing. But I don't. Do you think it's so easy to get a spot at that conference?"
"Who knows what that guy..."

Zhang Shaofa struggled to hold back his tears, and pulled the trigger. As he did so, a single tear traced down his cheek.
He forced himself to suppress the churning in his stomach, made himself look again, and quickly formed his first judgment: the murderer wasn't Han Chou. He wasn’t this ruthless, nor this twisted.

The residence was in the eastern part of the city. Lan Yu drove toward the rising morning sun, which made her squint, so she reached up to pull down the sun visor. She let the left window slide down, and the gentle spring breeze immediately swept into the car. Lan Yu felt utterly at ease, her whole body relaxed, and her heart seemed to fill with light.

So-called "point-tail" surveillance meant, if you lost the target at a certain place today, you continued tracking from that same place tomorrow.

I sighed, raised my arms to embrace Chen Jing, letting her cry bitterly in my arms. There was so much weighing on her heart; if she didn’t speak it out, it would eat away at her.

Shen Yu took off the famous Tiger-Eagle Double Willow Bronze Sword that had once belonged to the renowned warrior Shen He, and placed it in the coffin. Shen Rui laid out the bronze kettle engraved with the immortal paddling a canoe, a bronze spoon, jade discs, jade pendants, jade sword, as well as several pieces of pottery, bone implements, and lacquerware in black and red, arranging them around the outer coffin as burial objects.

The man wore a long robe of silk and brocade, his brows noble and his bearing regal, displaying all the airs of aristocracy.

Disguise, sniping, close combat, swordsmanship—these were Shen Tong’s greatest skills. No sniper rifle? No problem—a rifle would do.

Phoenix's so-called flame bombardment was nothing but a set of combined spells: fireball, blazing flash, flame dash, and fiery explosion.

Since the King of Southern Frontier specifically requested the same medicinal wine as last time, regardless of the recipe, just find it and send it to the king.

Shu Pan was not much better off. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were wrinkled from being tugged, her stockings were torn, and her arm bore scratches from Moran’s long fingernails, drawing blood.

Frankly, Li Songlin was unlike anyone she had ever known. He stirred in her a strong desire to explore and understand him.

The Master of Heaven was taken directly back to the Purple Cloud Palace by Ancestor Hongjun, which meant the Sect of Severance was disbanded on the spot; moreover, the Supreme Elder and Primordial Heavenly Lord no longer interfered in worldly affairs, nor did they oversee sect matters. With Primordial Heavenly Lord’s retirement, there was no one left in the Sect of Elucidation to counterbalance the Lantern Daoist.

In truth, when her agent told her about it, she was a hundred times unwilling to come, since this show didn’t fit her style at all.

The group examined the painting again, but the result was the same as before—no signs of forgery or imitation.

The mother choked out her thanks, then looked down at her tearful child gazing up at her, and was swept up by a fresh wave of sorrow.

Yi Xing, too, had no sense for these things. Couldn't he just let me sell him a song directly? How am I supposed to teach him anything?

Upon hearing Green’s words, Cedric and Cassandra both glanced at the cards in their hands. After carefully studying them for a while, the three finally confirmed that the starry sky pattern on the back of the cards was indeed slowly moving. The motion was so gradual that Cassandra hadn’t noticed at first.

Peng Peng deliberately picked only the most expensive items. If he didn’t need side dishes, he probably wouldn’t even glance at the vegetables.

Everyone present, including the usually emotionless Director Wang—who was as expressionless as a corpse—was startled.

But Chen Siyu was right. From the very beginning, Chen Siyu had stopped her from sitting here, so now that she got hit by the ball, she really had no one to blame but herself.