Chapter 140: Silver Moon Tree Bow

After encountering that stone slab, Wade ventured a bit deeper into the ruins, but he didn't get far before the path ahead was buried under sand and gravel. To continue, he would have to excavate.

He had no choice but to wait. Forty skeletons were left at the site to continue the excavation work.

Over the past ten days, walls had been built outside using sand and earth, providing enough shelter from the wind, sand, and wandering skeletons.

Wade returned to the fortress with the remaining skeletons. Every ten days—after all, he didn't know if Lin Yu would demand an exorbitant price. Fortunately, Lin Yu only asked for five hundred million, which was a mere drop in the bucket for him.

However, thinking of her father's behavior, she said nothing; she had already lost all hope and given up on him.

"Mr. Yun, please don't say that. At the time, I had no idea what was happening..." Tang Yan bit her lower lip and whispered in defense.

For the next period, Lin Yu was not subjected to any torture; it seemed the Smith family was intentionally letting him relax first.

Murong Lian endured the sharp pain in her chest. Seeing Mu Long's broadsword strike again, and a dart shimmering with blue light flying from Nangong Qiao's hand, accompanied by a gust of wind, she knew it was aiming straight for her throat. With the sword and the dart, the killing blow was set; with her cultivation sealed, there was nowhere left for Murong Lian to hide.

Because I happened to be cooking in the kitchen, I couldn't show my face while wearing clothes stained with oil, so I had to hide in the back of the hall.

Fu Chun, covered in his own excrement, felt a surge of frustration. Just as he was about to stand up, a flash of light crossed his eyes. A short blade had been pressed against his throat before he even realized it, the starlight reflected off the blade shining directly onto his face.

"He is indeed a beggar, but this beggar's identity is not simple. Fortunately, I have already captured him. For now... don't make a scene, act like you don't know anything, and I'll talk to you later when we get back," Huangfu Ye said.

After speaking, Feng Xian waved to the juniors behind him. With a flick of his figure, he descended from the boat in a blink and headed straight for the Bin Boat on his own.

Such an ironic remark was spoken by Mu Hanshuang. Ji Yifan knew full well that the couple had long been estranged, but he could not reveal the truth, as it concerned Ji Haitang's reputation.

The young master's face flushed red and then turned pale, cycling through various colors until his entire face grew stiff and numb.

The next day, Qin Beifeng had Qiao Gang find a housekeeping agency and took He Ya'an and Qin Xiao to interview suitable domestic staff.

The young master lay down obediently. Qin Jiu pulled down his clothes and frowned at the bruise on his waist. The young master's skin was as fine as any in the world, yet the gruesome purple bruise on his waist looked all the more terrifying against the surrounding fair skin.

But it was too late. Ying Tianyi grabbed Ying An and struck him on the back of the head, causing him to faint.

She always felt that there was a kind figure in her memories, patiently guiding her and teaching her the things a young lady of a noble family should know.

"I don't care if you are the Crown Prince or the Emperor; if you want to snatch someone away from me, you must first ask for my opinion and see if I agree!" He was so arrogant, yet Qin Jiu had never felt that his self-reference was so... handsome.

Xu Chang insisted on taking them to see his teacher, Professor Xue Fei. This Professor Xue might not be famous domestically, but internationally, he was on par with renowned Chinese painters like Chen Yifei. He also came from a prestigious background; Xu Beihong, the first president of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, was his teacher.

The museum didn't hire a professional auctioneer but simply found an employee to fill in. Xiao Yao finally understood what those common American community flea market auctions were like.

Right, speaking of which, she probably wouldn't be going home this winter break. She was already in her third year of high school, with only one semester left before the college entrance exams.

Although the zither used by Changqin differed from standard instruments, it was merely a zither with an unusual design, certainly not a complex laser-emitting device.