Chapter 48: Xue’er Tends the Illness

A strange fragrance of lotus suddenly permeated the bedchamber.
The Datura pattern on Chu Hanxiao's right arm cracked inch by inch, turning into dust along with the black blood.
"Quickly use a jade bowl to catch it!" Wen Shizhi rushed forward abruptly, trembling as he cupped those blood scabs glittering with golden light. "This is... the蛊 poison crystal of the Peacock Plume!"
Though Wen Shizhi felt immensely astonished, he ultimately could not bear to waste such a rare treasure.
Amidst the sound of New Year's fireworks and firecrackers set off by the citizens of the capital outside the window, Chu Hanxiao turned pale.
As for Melucq, after knocking on the door for a long time, she finally persuaded Penny to show mercy and release Diaz, who had been "tortured" to the point of utter despair.
Even so, it was not until past half-past eight in the evening that they entered the planned ancient Yellow River course area.
No matter how one looked at it, this was perhaps a predestined fate, causing them to meet at the most appropriate time and the most appropriate place.
While speaking, Fenrir continued to whip out ice spikes, though the effect of the new ice spikes was not as good as the initial ones. Knowing that the ice spikes could also freeze him, Zornoth began to dodge consciously.
Among these people, Liu Zhao, who had discovered the "trick" early on, had a much deeper appreciation of the situation. Furthermore, he had just suffered the huge blow of losing to a newcomer in SL. Although he knew at the moment that acting too obvious was somewhat inappropriate, he still stared fixedly at their intertwined arms for a long time without regaining his composure.
In the past, he had never quite believed it. Even with the infusion of funds from the Rothschild family, the Green Gang could not possibly make a comeback within a mere two years.
The two of them bantered back and forth for a while, then looked toward Chen Bo. The body beneath the neck gradually turned pitch black, and when it finally regained its shape, it had completely turned around.
"If you follow me, your family naturally will not be treated unfairly." The young dandy smiled as he pressed forward step by step.
Yuyan recounted everything that had just happened from beginning to end, omitting only the part where the man vigorously groped her chest, causing Fang Yu's brow to furrow deeply.
As for "training the tendons and bones" to become a martial arts master, one could be called a match for a hundred men, capable of opening a school to accept disciples locally or serving as a low-ranking officer in the army.
An hour later, the old man returned, accompanied by the veteran leader who had brought Bai Yunfei and the others here.
Hidden in the void, three old men emitting green light all over wore expressions of extreme grimness, filled with horror.
Looking at a face completely different from before, Momoshiki even fell into self-doubt for a moment. Could he really have mistaken the person?
"The one who kills you! You can call me Shi Ah!" The newcomer reached out and slowly pulled out the sword on his back.
Then, a thought suddenly arose in Zhao Yuying's mind: Zhou Longfei had made a move.
Zhao Rui hurriedly set his mind to work. This was indeed a very serious problem that he had neglected, and if this problem were not properly resolved, his head could be removed from his shoulders at any moment.
The people nearby looked at this man's agonizing appearance, and their hearts instantly turned terrified. They resolved never to offend Liu Zhan no matter who it was in the future; the current Liu Zhan was simply a sudden devil, with far too many methods of torture.
This was precisely the master of this mausoleum, that sleeping ancient fiend of ten thousand years, a creature possessing the bloodline of the Dragon Sparrow.
There were still two days left until February 9th. The prevailing view in the outside world was that a successor would definitely be decided within these two days. Even if Joseph and old Francis both died, this banquet still had to be held, because this was not a simple family dinner, but a noble banquet.
Knowing Angel Yan's persistence toward true love, Kesha obviously recalled her own youth as well, and a rare trace of melancholy faintly emerged in her eyes.
By the time Xia Zimeng arrived, Pei Zijun, who was chatting with friends on the middle-layer grand terrace of the yacht, had already spotted her.
"Oh," the short man uttered in curiosity, looking strangely at Qiao Yimo. At this moment, the people around also cast their gazes over one after another.