Chapter 68: The Ninefold Life-Restoring Needle

Early the next morning, Liu Sheng hurried to Qin Yu’s room, grabbed him, and rushed him outside. On the way, Qin Yu finally understood—it turned out something had happened over at Pi Ling’s side, and Pi Ling had called him by name to come help. This made Liu Sheng so excited he could hardly contain himself; as long as Qin Yu performed well and pleased Pi Ling, then the matters in Sea City would be half resolved.

By the time the two of them arrived...

In the future, there would not only be expressways and rail connections, but also high-speed trains; meanwhile, electricity and the internet would be integrated into the grand system of Huaxia.

I can understand Sister Lijiao, but I truly didn’t expect my sister-in-law to come and help me.

The next moment, Lu Li’s expression became indescribable—a multitude of complicated emotions surged in his eyes, but one thing was clear to me: that sense of compassion was unmistakable.

The two princes paused, sensing the changes within their bodies, and showed a look of sudden realization. So that’s how it was.

Mi Weiwei smiled; perhaps it was the long years spent in the world of romance, but that smile naturally brimmed with a sultry charm.

It wasn’t that she disliked handsome boys; it was just that her family’s strict upbringing had always made her afraid to have any physical contact with them.

Looking at Fu Wuchao, his hair in disarray, Qin De couldn’t help but raise his hand and deliver a loud slap across his face.

Gazing at the delicate, lovely women, with happiness and contentment written across their faces, one could guess that this was probably the soundest sleep they’d had since arriving at the pleasure quarters.

Lei Sheng smiled, just as he expected; the only animal he had ever seen on Planet Ossi—a cow—indeed had a larger brain than the cows of Earth.

She strode forward, took the pulse of the Wang family’s head, and found his pulse shallow and weak as gossamer. Frowning, she ordered the traveling doctor to help the family head sit up. She gathered her inner energy, pressing her left thumb against the fontanelle at the crown of his head, then struck his back with her right hand.

An unimaginably terrifying golden light suddenly blasted onto the vengeful spirit. Not only was most of the ghostly aura shattered on the spot, but the spirit itself was left frozen in midair.

This time, the breakthrough was truly imminent. Tai Bai could feel it: the Buddhist glow that usually only surged when he practiced the Dragon-Subduing Tiger-Taming Fist was now roaring with intensity; even the Dragon Seal and Tiger Seal were resonating in response.

The prepared warriors of the Saint Seiya family surged forth, swords flashing as they shouted angrily, charging fearlessly at the Messenger of Death. More than ten double-edged broadswords wove together into a net of blades, advancing on the enemy. No matter how formidable the Messenger of Death might be, he dared not face their edge and was forced to retreat.

“Brother, get to Qingyuan right now. I’ll head there too. Let’s talk when we meet!” Xue Jingshan finished her call, hung up, and hurriedly left the Xue family residence.

The other security guards, witnessing this eerie scene, were so frightened they quickly backed away. Though duty-bound to “monitor” the situation, none dared lend a hand to further wrongdoing.

“Director Liu, I’m really troubling you too much. I’ll treat you to a meal another day to thank you—how does that sound?” Mi Bai turned her head, beamed a bright smile, and asked Liu Gang cheerfully. Inwardly, though, she felt nothing but disgust.

“That’s not something you need to worry about. I have my own ways,” Rong Xiaoyu replied curtly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything crazy! Fire us? Go ahead, if you dare!” the server sneered mischievously.

Thankfully, now knowing where they lived and being in the same area, it would be easy in the future for anyone seeking a secret rendezvous or an elopement to find a place.

“It’s all right, Mi Bai, I’m fine.” Nana squeezed Mi Bai’s hand; she didn’t want her friend to get into a conflict over her own troubles.

Meanwhile, Yuan Xuan watched thoughtfully. Wasn’t Senior Brother Xie always the one who hated being touched the most? Why, then, had this young lady never been shoved away by him?