The Tale of Treasure Hunting in Fan Family Hollow

Xie Yihuang got out of the car and saw that there were quite a few stalls here, but while the stalls were many, the people were few.

“Old Yang.” Well, barely had he stepped down before someone recognized Old Yang. Xie Yihuang thanked his luck that he hadn’t come here to hunt for bargains; if he’d truly come with that purpose, eight or nine times out of ten he’d be fleeced by acquaintances.

Indeed, in Fan Family Hollow, being taken advantage of usually happened in two ways: one was being a complete stranger, a clueless rookie who believed whatever they were told, and thus got swindled; the other was being a familiar face.

As Yaqian earnestly examined layer upon layer of handcrafted chocolate candies, she was so astonished that she covered her mouth, tears cascading uncontrollably down her cheeks.

“Damn, how can you be so audacious?” Jin Jubao’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom these words coming from Yi Shaoyun’s mouth.

“Ji Ruchu, don’t think this will erase what you’ve done in the past and earn my forgiveness, or make me agree to you being with Nuannuan. I’m telling you, it’s impossible. I won’t give my consent. Go back!” Every cell in Liu Xiuyun’s body rejected the idea of him shielding her from danger.

She could only seek fortune amidst misfortune, grateful that she’d been delivered to Ji Ruchu’s bed.

Tang Li’s feet pressed into the Persian carpet as she drew closer to the main table. Security guards on either side exchanged glances, unsure whether to stop her.

Mu Yichen sat down, still uneasy. Gu Shiqing saw through him and soothed him, saying she’d go out and look around later, maybe even have a chat if possible.

Eleven, walking out behind him, wore a calm expression, as if such an ending was entirely expected.

Yu Annuan, long past the initial pain, was teased into trembling by him, unable to keep silent.

Words of refusal instinctively rose to her lips, but seeing Jingyu’s hopeful gaze, she found herself unable to utter them.

Fu Wendu’s imagination had always surpassed Tang Mo’s, yet this time, hearing Tang Mo’s words, he was momentarily stunned.

Across from them, inside the Divine Alliance outpost, Peng Hui stood with thirty-two late-stage Martial Emperors on the mountain where Xiao Yong had once captured Zhao Yuanda, gazing at the summit where Xiao Yong’s group now sat. Watching the three people and one beast grill meat and chat, their faces were grave.

Bing disliked pain, but that did not mean he couldn’t endure pain’s trials. He didn’t like using those silver needles, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t wield them.

In reality, Liu Qingqing had vanished. To be precise, she had disappeared from Liu Feiyang’s world. She no longer summoned two or three drinking girls to tease him, nor did she let Zhang Xiao’e continue her encroachment; not even coming by herself to buy cigarettes anymore.

“Thud.” Tou Ren’s body became a flash of fire, racing toward the big tree. When the flames dispersed, he was kneeling before Wang Ling, who sat cross-legged in midair, cultivating.

Huilan: He said not to join the frenzy of buying; too much packaging isn’t a pleasant tune.

Sun Fei was startled, sensing trouble. If another Sarifen were really to escape, wouldn’t this home be torn apart?

Song Rentou and the “Eight Key Guests of Swallow’s Nest” focused entirely on drafting and printing the contract, paying no attention to the press conference playing on the television.

Zhou Runjian vaguely sensed something added to the room. Opening his eyes, he saw a pig grinning at him. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a roar and immediately slipped into a dazed stupor.

He couldn’t tell if the sky was getting darker or the snow deeper; Tou Ren’s body had frozen into a mound of snow, where nothing could be seen. In this darkness, Tou Ren sealed away the memories of himself and Qing’er.

The assassin’s body gradually faded, flesh dissolving into golden-red powder and becoming nothing; those eerie white bones spun into white fragments; then transformed into slender iron chains, weaving through the golden-red divine powder like swimming fish; in the blink of an eye, countless times, the surroundings seemed to turn into a spherical space of white lines and blood-red mesh.

Lin Xuan’s gaze sharpened, yet his tense brows relaxed, like sunlight suddenly breaking through storm clouds, instantly dispelling all gloom.