Chapter 135: The Eight Gates

He Yiwen’s words reached my ears, and my body trembled slightly.
Recalling the location of those white bones, I fumbled through the darkness.
After searching for a long time, I finally discovered a small pit.
If I guessed correctly, this was the resting place of the bones.
Beneath the mural, there was actually a small pit.
No wonder the bones were positioned exactly...
"Has anyone seen Ranshu?" Shi Shuiyue returned home and took a nap, regaining her vitality. She had intended to discuss the so-called "Hundred Flower Banquet" with Ranshu, but after searching all over, she couldn't find her.
With the Crown Prince assassinated, the imperial court began frantically debating the choice of a new emperor, and the Fourth Prince was, without question, the frontrunner in the polls.
The battle against Foye had left him severely depleted; being able to regain consciousness for even a moment had reached his limit. Naturally, he could not remain awake for long, needing to fall into a deep slumber to minimize physical strain and better mend his injuries.
The Drunken Immortal Pavilion was a famous restaurant in Moonflower City. Although the dishes were much more expensive, the taste was top-notch.
For the next few days, Li Qing hovered above the Eight Desolations Sect, launching strike after strike of "Suppressing Mountains and Rivers" against the Eight Desolations Demon-Subduing Array.
She silently recited the incantation and began to cast her spell, but there was no response. She tried twice more, yet still, nothing happened.
If a fight were to break out, even if Jiang Feng and Anier joined forces, they might not necessarily gain the upper hand.
Li Qianqi was clearly caught in the same anxiety. He muttered, "Oh no... I still have to see my great-grandmother... How can I let her worry about me?" He paced back and forth, unable to sit still.
On the table sat a row of monster inner cores—twenty-three of the third rank and one hundred and twenty of the second rank. Lin Xiao looked at the middle-aged merchant before him with a smile, sipping tea with his legs crossed, looking completely composed.
Nearby, a martial artist with shifty eyes chuckled, seemingly thinking of something; as he spoke, his eyes flashed with excitement from time to time.
As they talked, they seemed to envision the miserable sight of Lu Hengchuan’s defeat, and they burst into laughter one after another.
Gu Chengye and Tang Xi were staying at the top plastic surgery hospital in South Korea. Tang Xi’s face was wrapped in thick gauze, her eyes hollow, staring at the ceiling like the water in a withered well.
The melody played by her stiff fingers was fragmented; her state was poor, her performance worse, and she had fallen into a vicious cycle.
Leng Xinya sighed upon hearing this, then recounted the grievances between the two sisters and Chen Lan’s family. Through Leng Xinya’s flowing narrative, Liang Shan finally understood the history of this property.
"Many thanks for your praise, Matriarch Yun!" Zhao Linglong thanked her immediately and then stood behind the wife of the Duke of the State, Lady Zhao.
It seemed the three of them were so engrossed in their game that no one noticed the owner of the house had returned.
After a week, she could finally get out of bed and walk. At this moment, she felt like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, frail and withered.
The lead surgeon looked to be in his early fifties. With a mask covering his face, his specific features were unclear, but his exposed eyes were remarkably sharp. Seeing the leader, Zhou Jiqing, he glanced at him with displeasure before continuing the operation, seemingly annoyed by the interruption.
Liang Shan walked ahead, heading straight for the blackjack area, but when he reached the table, he merely watched the game in silence.
What the hell. Lei Dongbao quickly banished these wandering thoughts from his mind. He was a married man, after all; to have such thoughts upon first meeting someone was absolutely disgraceful.
I tossed the Berserker Heart Manual into my ring, took the Cultivator’s Guide to Parenting, and walked away with great interest.