Chapter 106: Stranger

Si Yao felt listless from the high fever. "Let's talk."
"When did this fever start?" Xing Jue repeated.
Si Yao didn't know; it was probably from the moment she got off the plane and her runny nose stopped, as fevers don't usually involve a runny nose.
Si Yao didn't say anything, curling herself into a ball under the quilt.
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"No, the injury on my face still hurts, it pulled at it. By the way, you still haven't told me, what is a nemesis?" Hua Er quickly changed the subject.
Zhang Muliu took three talismans from his sleeve. Before he could speak, the talismans in his hand vanished, and both of them disappeared from where they stood, reappearing on the deck of a ferry.
Su Wanwan frowned at the situation. She did not believe in ghosts, let alone the talk of spirits. She suspected there was something fishy about Liu Ying's case, and coupled with the sudden disappearance of Wang Feng, Su Wanwan felt the matter was highly unusual and ordered someone to report it to the authorities.
When she saw Hu Ge touch the tree trunk, Jing Hu suddenly felt a strange sensation. Time passes, people grow up, grow old, and leave the places they once called home. Others are born, grow up, and wander through the places their ancestors once lived.
Baole nodded, doing her best to maintain a detached demeanor to contrast with Yuan Yue. She put on her invisible water cloak and flew out, thoughtfully closing the window behind her. "Frightened beauty, I hope you can sleep peacefully tonight."
Unlike Sword Five, whose sword form grew larger, the divine avatar that appeared three feet above Chen Xikang's head after its transformation had shrunk significantly. Yet, looking at that divine figure, now only about as tall as a mortal, everyone felt an overwhelming sense of pilgrimage.
Ning Si had planned to deal with Xu Mu before having a proper conversation with Li Juan, but fate was not on her side. In a city as vast as Nancheng, she still couldn't avoid such melodramatic scenes.
At this moment, she had a profound realization: once she dealt with the Vine Demon, she would become an observer. The trial set by the Heavenly Dao would come to an end, and the subsequent chess game would be handed back to the God Dragon Koutian, who had returned from his ordeal.
If this disadvantage continued, the outcome would be obvious. Moreover, Yan Jinyu found an opening; her revolver was out of bullets, so she immediately drew another from the small of her back.
Back then, he had seen his teacher with her, the wine jars empty and rolling by their sides, and his first reaction was, surprisingly, not anger.
The next day, the sun was bright. With the dog days of summer approaching, the heat was almost enough to roast a person alive. Qian Qiyue, who usually favored a light style, changed into a long, bohemian-style skirt paired with wedge sandals and a short-sleeved white shirt. It carried a distinct summer flair, and as she walked, the long skirt swayed, a flowing landscape in motion.
Everything was within expectations. Ruan Jingtian felt not a shred of surprise at the tenacity of the Chinese soldiers.
Madam Lin leaned in close to the Old Madam and naturally caught sight of the prayer beads. One look was enough to tell they were no ordinary item. After a moment of thought, she knew they must have been a gift from Ye Xiao. Staring fixedly at the beads, the cold light in her eyes intensified.
The room was pitch black. Cen Kexin could clearly hear Han Siyou’s breathing. She closed her eyes and waited for a few minutes. She still couldn't fall asleep.
Madam Lin supported Old Madam Ye, feeling immensely triumphant in her heart. Ye Zhen, oh Ye Zhen, let’s see how you escape this disaster.
He was an orphan, and also a tool used to keep the peace between the Sky Wolf Gang and the Green Dragon Gang. Much like a hostage prince in ancient times, he had no power or influence, yet he was forced to bear such a title.
She poured all her distracting thoughts into her cooking, and before long, the long dining table was piled high with a feast.
Judging by the intensity of the gunfire, Yang Qian easily deduced that this was an encounter battle. But what Yang Qian could not have imagined was the sheer brutality of the fighting; among those gunshots, his comrades were bleeding, and his brothers were dying.