Chapter 64: The Choice of the Third Spirit Ring

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened as well. She had just heard Sister Yu shout, "Behold the roar of the sun," and before she could even react, the azure jade gourd was gone, leaving not even a trace of dust.
Her soul ring! The one she had worked so hard to find, just vanished like that. Her heart ached terribly!
"Sister Yu..." Ning Rongrong looked at Qian Yunyu with a resentful gaze.
Qian Yunyu put away the great sword in her hand and laughed awkwardly, "Well... an accident, purely an accident!"
"Maybe so. He drives that beat-up Xiali car every day and constantly complains about not making ends meet. I wonder if things are really like that behind the scenes," Guo Maobin said, drawing from his rich experience and instantly making the connection.
Xiang Xiatian furrowed his brows in confusion. Who was his master? And how did he know he could take pulses and heal illnesses? However, it didn't look like he was in cahoots with Jia Yi, and right now, probably no one else would dare to provoke her anyway. It wouldn't hurt to go and take a look.
"Sun Dayong, sit down for me! Are you deaf?!" Leaders in the public security department had always been extremely forceful; without such severity, they could never keep people—let alone criminals—in check.
Actually, I feel quite sorry for them, but their goal is too cruel, and they even want to wage war against the entire world. If we don't stop them, they will throw the whole world into chaos, and I believe the demons will start making their move as well. If that happens, this world will truly be destroyed, which is why we must find a way to prevent this from occurring.
Glancing at the pitch-black night, panic made Mo Yuxin throw caution to the wind. She ran forward along the road, terrified in her heart that the fierce man would catch her back. Han Xinrui hated her to the bone and would never let her off easily.
It was because of Qiao Nian that all his respect, modesty, and politeness toward Qin Yuming stemmed from the etiquette proper to a junior. But if the Qin family was a place that made Qiao Nian feel wronged, then he no longer needed to maintain his former attitude.
A voice of disgust came from beside her. Hua Xu turned her head in shock and met Yaxin's hostile gaze.
In a bustling and noisy environment filled with all kinds of music in the market, pure musical art remains an unchanging clear stream, allowing your heart to return to tranquility at that very moment and letting both body and mind relax.
Everyone knew how close Shangguan Diewu was to their master. If anyone claimed that Shangguan Diewu had colluded with the young mistress to deceive the master, they would never believe it. As for where Shangguan Diewu had gone at this moment, none of them gave it much thought.
Rather than letting his son walk down that path, it was better to cut off his delusions right from the start. Otherwise, failing the exam once, and failing it again, he would always find excuses to convince himself that he would surely pass the next time—this kind of thing was addictive.
For a moment, the Second Mistress's scolding and Lvliu's tearful pleading outside the West Side Room merged into a chaotic din, loud enough to be clearly heard in the room where Su Yun lived.
Damn it! What kind of goods are those chicks in the bar?! Too easy to score! Too manipulative! Tastes are so stale! Only those 213 youths with low flirting skills and abilities, who love to act like gullible fools, would go to bars to pick up girls! Anyone a bit more upscale would go to schools to find fresh prey instead!
Lady Helian's expression shifted. It took her a good while to swallow her anger. She cast a gloomy look at the Imperial Concubine Li in the seat of honor and then at Su Yun, who kept her head lowered below. With a slight curtsy that could hardly conceal her hatred, she left behind the remark, "This concubine takes her leave," and swept her sleeves away, taking her maid with her.
During the autumn harvest, the fields were a brilliant expanse of golden grain, and the corn had also ripened. Xiuyao taught the people how to harvest them.
Zhao Yushan, who was in charge of hosting the press conference, said nothing. Instead, he pointed to the banner behind him—to the four characters "Underwater Villa" to be exact.
Though utterly perplexed, Du Yudang and the others still followed Zhao Qingmusi in searching for a needle in a haystack across the vast bar. At this moment, the people in the bar looked at them with absolute dread and automatically scattered, allowing Zhao Qingmusi to move as if through uninhabited territory. Otherwise, finding someone in a place like this would have taken at least an hour or more.
Hearing this, Duan Jinyu felt extremely depressed. If it had been anyone else, they probably would have been crying and begging to have it delivered to their doorstep. But here, of all places, everything was completely reversed.