Chapter 140: Huh?

No matter what, Doctor Fu’s cryptic words did contain one or two useful hints. Some matters were better clarified sooner rather than later.

When Li Wanbai hurried back to the film crew, she was informed that Yu Baichuan had already left.

“Where did he go?” Li Wanbai asked anxiously.

Qiu Ying glanced at her with a touch of irritation. “Are you asking me? You two are legally married under the Marriage Law, and even you don’t know where Yu went?”

It was understandable that this heavily modified armed jeep, full of cutting-edge technology, was speeding over the uneven salt crust of Lop Nur.

The blond gentleman beside them could no longer hold back. Had he become cowardly? It seemed he found a spark of his youthful courage in Haotian Ming. When it came to the cards, he took the initiative and went all in right away.

If one or two days went by without making amends, it was understandable. But if months passed with no sign of reconciliation, it might really be neglect.

Then, Lin Fei released his mental energy, instantly enveloping thousands of miles within his consciousness.

“Don’t forget, we’re having dinner tonight to celebrate,” Meng Wuhen reminded Qin Yunyue repeatedly before leaving.

Thirty thousand years had passed; the peach tree had withered, its branches bare and lifeless. Though it was a warm spring, there wasn’t a single blossom on its limbs.

“Amitabha!” As the chant of the Buddhist chant rose, he transformed instantly into a wrathful Vajra warrior, drawing a staff to confront Sarutobi Hiruzen.

Collecting corpses was a way to get rich, but it was not a method favored by elite adventurers.

Song Mingting attended morning prayers with Monk Mingde, listening to the old monk recite unknown sutras. The Qinglian Ancient Buddha in his sea of consciousness shone brightly. In fact, since entering the Bodhi Mountain range, the Ancient Buddha had grown noticeably radiant, and now, during the morning prayers, its unusual brilliance became even more evident.

Xiang She lowered her head, unwilling to step forward to offer advice. At this moment, bringing her before Aunt Chen would only add to her humiliation.

“We’re all family, so don’t be so formal,” Jiang Yuyan said cheerfully, clearly excited about having such a birthday celebration at home.

Unexpectedly, Linghu Tianhai’s silence would have been better. Once he spoke, tears fell from Xiao Yumiao’s eyes like broken pearls, streaming down even more heavily.

“I feel uneasy inside,” Ziyu sniffled. The strong fragrance on Beiming Changfeng’s body, the scent of Shangguan Star, was truly unbearable.

I knew something was wrong the moment I heard it—Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother were missing, and Guai was nowhere to be found either. This place was strange. What happened before felt like a dream, but maybe it wasn’t entirely a dream—half real, half illusion. I couldn’t quite tell, but I knew for sure that Fifth Brother and Sixth Brother were in danger.

Saliva is just spit, but my grandfather, the half-immortal Hu, recorded that if you add a bit of tongue blood to your saliva, it becomes a powerful talisman brimming with yang energy. No matter where it’s spit, any evil spirit there will be scorched by the yang energy, unable to use its powers or harm anyone.

When his hand moved, Mi Chen felt that thick palm lightly brushing her hand. She could even clearly sense the thick calluses on his palm. This gentle touch felt even more intimate than before, and combined with his low, smiling voice, a flush rose to her cheeks.

Tianxing took the jade pendant from his waist and searched inside, finding an item still pulsing faintly—a silver fish scale.

Just as Yu Shaoze and Shangguan Yuejue thought Xiao Yumiao should now go help the allied army fight the enemy—

Zhang Furong’s belly was moving; something inside twisted and turned wildly like Nezha causing a ruckus in the sea, stretching and rolling her abdomen until the veins stood out. Moreover, Zhang Furong’s belly was dark and thin, and I feared whatever was inside might burst out.