Talisman

Ji Ningzhao turned around, her expression and voice as gentle and fragile as ever. “I glanced over at the tea garden from across the road just now. The soil is still wet, so I didn’t dare go up.”

After she spoke, her gaze shifted to the crowd behind Aunt Xin Si, curiosity in her tone. “Are there really so many people in the village? Did you all just come from the tea garden?”

Aunt Xin Si’s smile never wavered. “Yes, that tea garden belongs to the whole village.”

About a quarter of an hour passed, but for Feng Yufei, it felt as long as a century.

“I think you’re different from before,” Wang Peng said to Dongzi, speaking with his usual bluntness.

“I wandered around a bit. Otherwise, staying in this tent all the time would be meaningless,” Xian’er seated herself opposite Ah Xiang. Just now, did Cousin Xiang show concern for her?

“Wait till you hear this, it’ll scare you!” Liu Fatty suddenly leaned back, causing the rickety chair to creak under his weight.

Wang Kun felt somewhat guilty toward Sun Meimei. Hearing her speak, he was even more embarrassed to refute her. He sat back down, took out a cigarette, and considered lighting it.

It was as if unseen eyes were watching you from the shadows. You never knew where they hid or under what circumstances they would reveal everything—what should be told and what shouldn’t.

Because of this, Lu Sixia could easily understand the bloodshed of the skirmish. The horrors of that war remained vivid in Lu Sixia’s memory, even after many years.

After the construction group’s restructuring began, Xu Tieying intended to transform the entire enterprise into his private company, and Xin Hua actively assisted him in pushing it forward.

Before Li Nan could continue his thoughts, a large, hairy hand suddenly reached out from beneath the ruins.

Only Buddhism, famed for its gentleness and humility, had never sparked any war or claimed sole and absolute truth. Even during his lifetime, Shakyamuni predicted the eventual decline of the Dharma.

This time, if the matter weren’t so crucial, he wouldn’t have risked incurring the emperor’s suspicion. Under the pretext of celebrating his father’s birthday, he personally traveled to Guangxi to persuade Sun Yanling.

I was helpless; as they say, it’s hard to refuse sincere kindness. At that point, I could only follow his arrangements, so I smiled awkwardly and got into Shen Tianlin’s car.

A realm, a dynasty, a sweep of blue light—Fang Hen appeared behind Niu Deli like a phantom, and with a flourish of the realm and the dynasty, he snatched a milky-white wraith from Niu Deli’s corpse, then vanished once more.

After speaking, my tendency to cry became a tremendous advantage; I could instantly shed two tears.

Lady Lin sat before a bed draped in green satin, holding Cheng Ze’s hand with aching tenderness. Her face was tense, deep furrows etched between her brows.

Xizhimen was the site of the Five Cities Military Command’s barracks; all the city’s garrison troops were stationed there. Though the explosion only injured a dozen unlucky soldiers, its provocative nature was all too clear.

“You ate quite a lot,” Chu Wanqing admitted, truly feeling stuffed. Rog felt she hadn’t eaten enough, but he was definitely mistaken.

Mio’s eyes widened in disbelief, then joy surged in his chest, bringing the reality that Chu Wanqing truly wished to be his companion.

Gongsun Le had received intelligence about such an event, so he made a mental note of it. He was deeply curious and impressed by Qiao Guang’s tactic.

“No way. Immortality? That’s just a myth. I’ve never met anyone who’s lived forever,” Zhang Jiayong shook his head in disagreement. So many prodigies pursued immortality, yet all failed. Surely, no one could actually live without end.

For Zhou Qiangwei to find such a man was a fortunate turn! Was it not luck? Wasn’t it all for Zhou Qiangwei’s happiness? If she could be happy, it didn’t matter even if entrusted to someone he wasn’t fully satisfied with. He was willing to step back, so Zhou Han thought.