Chapter 75: The Treasure Hunt Begins

However, in another corner, Hua Xiao managed to find insecticide—boxes upon boxes of it. Seeing this, she felt an overwhelming sense of security; those centipedes and bugs would be utterly annihilated once she returned.

Zi Yi glanced at the chair and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. How could she dare sit in such a thing? It was pitch black, as if it had grown mold.

"Get up. Everyone is laughing at you. Is that proper?" Lan Yuxin gritted her teeth and pulled him to his feet.

Ripples appeared in the air before Liu Xie, and a figure materialized, kneeling on one knee. He took the jade slip, saluted Liu Xie smartly, and vanished once more.

As she approached the living room, Ye Wei deeply sensed a familiar aura, now even stronger than before.

Coleman had always refrained from interfering in his players' private lives, especially during his two years at Fulham. He felt that this thankless task was best left to Shen Yang.

She was determined to capture her on film. No matter her purpose, she had to ask: where did she learn that melody?

She reached up and tugged her hood lower, glimpsing out of the corner of her eye as a sharp-eyed guard pressed a sword to her back.

The night was exquisite; a crescent moon broke through the heavy clouds, scattering a luminous glow across the earth. Xiao Yuyin gazed at the splendid moon outside the window and sighed gently—the night was fated to be restless.

Slowly, unable to discern anything, An Ruo opened her eyes and looked up. On the tall walls, not a single figure appeared in her sight. Could someone be watching from a farther distance?

Fortunately, she had already stepped into the realm of the Great Emperor. Otherwise, she’d struggle not only to protect Yin Emperor and the others, but likely would have lost herself as well.

The atmosphere in the martial arts hall was fired up, almost magically so. The moment Zhou Buhan stepped inside, he felt strangely surrounded by a murderous air. On the training ground, thunderous shouts and fierce, predatory stares left him bewildered. Was this how martial arts halls welcomed newcomers?

Li Qingmeng led her people in searching the courtyard from top to bottom, but found no trace of Li Qingning. Instead, they discovered a freshly dug pit beneath the pear tree.

Wenrun’s face turned pale; he stared at her in disbelief. He had been busy currying favor with Meng Qingyao and neglected Qin Keqing, never expecting she would come all the way to North City to compete. What was she trying to do?

Gu Ruguo’s expression changed at these words, but she forced her foot into a pair of particularly pink slippers.

Even though they hadn’t helped her in her time of need, their attitude remained forthright and honorable.

Old Master Rong was fond of tea. Since retiring from business, he spent his days feeding birds and brewing tea.

Yet she did possess something special—her music was unique, and a person’s temperament radiates from within. That couldn’t be faked. His first impression of this student was quite favorable.

For Lin Xiaomo, it was the first time someone described her condition as a psychological obstacle. Though shaken, she had to admit it might be true. When facing the piano, she had no idea where her limits lay, and dizziness would strike without warning.

Princess Xun was momentarily stunned. Prince Xun had already submitted the memorial, but Emperor Jinglong had yet to approve it. She’d asked the prince privately, but he only brushed her off without a real answer.

She hadn’t intended to take Qin Ran away, and even when she learned he was secretly following them out of the village, she wasn’t swayed.

She knew it was the truth; Prince Xuan had warned them long ago, and she was prepared. But who could have foreseen such a cataclysmic flood? Faced with this world-ending disaster, even if you’d known the outcome ten years ago, you were still powerless to change it.