130 The Xu Family
The Supreme Witch smiled and said softly, “A-Liang, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Bai Zongnan released her hand without a trace of emotion and turned to leave.
The Supreme Witch hurried after him. “Hey, hey, wait for me!”
Walking beside Bai Zongnan, she said, “A-Liang, my legs are actually hurting a little.”
“Then I’ll carry you.” Bai Zongnan turned around and crouched down. “Climb on.”
The Supreme Witch climbed onto his back and slipped her arms around his neck.
A quarter of an hour later, they all closed their eyes and sat cross-legged in meditation. At that moment, an exceedingly strange ring of light began to ripple around them—a state Old Xiao had never once witnessed in any of them before.
Yunniang seemed hesitant as well. She held the two remaining Seven-Colored Tokens in both hands, wavering indecisively. In the end, however, she bit her lip and stepped into the pillar of light while holding both tokens at once.
What he did not know was that, by then, the staff had already plugged the power cords of the equipment that had tripped the circuit back in. As a result, his hysterical voice was amplified several times through the loudspeakers and broadcast far and wide.
“So that’s what you call human nature? Then, Mr. Cao, you really are cheap,” Judge Yama remarked sarcastically.
Old Xiao found the dragon core inside the earth dragon’s belly. After clearing away the thick layer of vile insects covering it, the entire core finally began to shine with dazzling radiance.
After Shi Hao revealed to Tian Ying the secret of gathering mustard-seed stones from the temporal-spatial turbulence, he took his leave in order to avoid arousing anyone else’s suspicion.
What Sophie had said essentially amounted to a hope that everyone would continue supporting him and allow him to remain as chairman.
Ling Zhoutian had known nothing about this object at first. However, the Intelligent Brain casually tossed one to him, and he naturally came to recognize it.
“A late-night restaurant? If I get the chance, I might go and try it.” Yang Liuliu ordered an ice cream and ate it one spoonful at a time.
…All right. At this moment, everyone’s thoughts were leaping wildly, with only Huang and the Dragon King remaining calm. The Dragon King said nothing, merely watching the spectacle in silence. No matter who laughed last, he would be the winner; after all, he held stakes on both sides.
Li Qingxin was wearing a red evening gown today. When she reclined onto her side, her ample curves were suddenly exposed, drawing countless men to stare.
Before Tianquan had even tasted the joy of escape, he discovered, to his immense dismay, that he had once again fallen into that enormous hand.
The editor from By the Water’s Edge left first after the meal. Since this was not By the Water’s Edge’s first book signing, the two of them worked together with fairly good coordination.
“The Emperor is right. If admitting defeat after losing would make others spare you, wouldn’t that be far too easy?” the Snow Dragon King said with a smile.
“It’s enough, it’s enough—I simply don’t have any money to give you change.” The old woman meant every word. Having lived in this neighborhood all her life, she had probably never seen so much money before.
“Oh, I thought you had reached that age too.” Zijin’s eyes curved joyfully into crescents.
Yet he also knew one thing very well: a true classic could not be replicated. He could never surpass Director Zhang with the same kind of production.
“Old Wang, your leg won’t be able to move for the time being. Once you have surgery, it’ll be fine!” Doctor Zheng did not hide the matter from him and spoke bluntly.
Osesi secretly felt relieved as well. Fortunately, he had the Wind-Calming Pearl to protect him, making him immune to all wind-based spells. Otherwise, being caught between their combined assault of wind and fire would have been exceedingly painful.
However, the other spectators were all enthusiastically discussing that young woman.
To the right was a U-shaped corridor. Only after passing around it did they discover that the rock wall opposite the passage had been arranged like a screen wall. In other words, at the end of the passage, whether one went left or right, both routes would ultimately converge onto the same path behind that rock wall.