Chapter 151 Treating Wounds

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In the once bustling Embroidery Street of Dream City, Fan Xianyue, Cui Ya, and Miss Cui Dandan of the Cui Mansion all fixed their gaze on the jet-black orb lying in the street. No one dared to reach out and touch the orb, which was covered in intricate gluttonous beast patterns.

“Should we take him to get treated first?” Cui Ya glanced back at Shen Zhongzhu, who lay on the cold ground.

“No need,” Fan Xianyue replied after looking at Shen Zhongzhu once more.

She furrowed her brow and stared intently at the orb.

After a short rest and wiping away the sweat, Mr. Qiuxin rolled up his sleeves again to continue stitching Duan Luyu’s wound.

It was evident that the ancient martial families and the sects of cultivators in China all possessed formidable prowess.

He opened his eyes. Although the room was unlit, the ring inside the box shone brightly, illuminated by the light emanating from himself.

Anyone daring to challenge Chu Chen would no longer entertain such thoughts, for the price was far too great—beyond what they could bear.

Moreover, with model couples in his family, Yi Luoluo believed that theoretically, the one destined to accompany her through the endless river of life must be someone from the Hidden Clan. Yet, around her were only family and Hidden Clan members of the same age, except for Yinuo, a young man.

Yi Luoluo stared silently at the steering wheel before her and sighed softly. Centuries had passed, countless seasons changed, and lives were but fleeting moments. She suddenly began to question the very purpose of the eternal existence of the Hidden Clan and the Fa Clan.

“Plop, plop…” Tears dropped unconsciously from Ye Qianli’s eyes. She had searched so long and always firmly believed—her grandfather was not dead.

The Princess of Changbai, barefoot, looked around and could only find stones. She grabbed one and hurled it toward the camp guard Ji.

A stunning figure approached from behind and stood gracefully beside him—it was Su Mengwei.

After speaking, Bai Zhanyu became somewhat excited, grabbing Liu Dong’s hand and rattling off a series of matters, even revealing a secret of the wealthy elite.

Afterwards, not only did they treat Su Jinli with increased respect, but they also deliberately avoided Gu Mingjue, fearing that angering Su Jinli might result in exile to the frontier as a military courtesan.

“Why not?” Upon hearing Deputy Dean Liu dare to question his decision, Gu Mingyue immediately raised an eyebrow in displeasure.

After ascending hundreds of long bluestone steps, they saw a kindly-faced monk in simple robes kneeling in a modest pavilion, brewing tea.

Once the grain carriers had left, she hurriedly directed another group to set up the pots and then personally helped the soldiers prepare the meal.

But the other end of the sheet was still held firmly in Li Tan’s hand, and his strength was greater than hers. She tugged twice but could not pull it free.

“Ah! Foolish Li’er!” Gu Mingjue understood the guilt buried deep in her eyes and sighed deeply.

“Brother, we’re all in the same line of work. Don’t you know where you’re going? You should be clearer than I am about what you’ve done.” Crew-cut grabbed the collar of “Horsefly” and threatened him.

Liu Dong’s eyes reddened. Darkness engulfed his mind, invaded by terrifying thoughts.

Even the emperor found it hard to listen further. Nan Yaoyao’s pig-like face was notorious throughout Shengjing; to ordinary people, there was not a trace of beauty to be seen.

Both could wield the Three-Stone Bow? Zhan Qing’s heart trembled. If they weren’t boasting, his own strength paled in comparison. He had thought these two were merely here to learn skills and would not be strong, but they were monsters.

When he opened his eyes, Stupfer had already turned toward him. To grasp political developments promptly, the leader of the Revival Party had allocated funds specifically for intelligence activities, and the recent report was the result of this investment.

“That’s easy!” Lin En briefly consulted Spellman, then led the porridge raid team to swiftly eliminate them.