Chapter 133: Robbed by Others

When they saw Zhao Ling'er make that move, the others wore expressions of amusement, for although the object looked formidable, it was in truth as fragile as glass.

Consequently, Zhao Yuan and his companions paid it no mind. To their surprise, just as Zhao Ling'er’s hand was about to touch it, a gleaming, needle-like object came flying from the side.

"Who goes there!"

Barely had the words left his lips when he kicked the object away, only for a dark shadow to spring from the side and pounce toward the item they had been eyeing. Before Zhao Yuan and the others could react, the figure had already—

Human memory is a strange thing. You may struggle desperately to recall something, only to find your mind a blank, yet in a single fleeting moment, it all returns. The instant she saw her father, all her memories came flooding back.

"Right! Didn't the Master tell us to learn how to manage the heat? Heat control is the most important part of grilling meat skewers," Cui Xuequan chimed in.

He sought only to capture the image as it was; as long as he could paint the beautiful scenery and the beautiful people he saw, it was enough—not unlike a camera.

The two stepped forward, flanking Hu Tou, and began to earnestly explain the logic to him, urging him to think thrice before speaking in the future and to use his brain before letting words escape his lips.

Lin Zhan’s expression changed drastically. He shouted and lunged into a patch of brush, while the men of the War Wolf squad scattered in all directions, each seeking cover.

On the way home, Miao Miao kept gazing out the window. She truly felt that Florence was a beautiful city—a city with real depth. Yet, no matter how beautiful the city, Miao Miao could not find that sense of belonging, the sense of belonging that defines a home.

As she spoke, Gu Ruoyun felt Qian Beiye’s body stiffen abruptly. She frowned slightly, looking at him with a hint of bewilderment.

At the same time, the Fourth Master and Bu Zhengping beside him trembled slightly, their eyelids twitching wildly as if they had seen something beyond belief. Bu Zhenglian, standing nearby, stared with wide eyes, covering her mouth with both hands for fear of crying out.

Inside the Hundred Herb Hall, Old Man Yu had just seen Ba Zhentian out when he returned to find the Gu family carrying in a stretcher. A nauseating stench filled the air everywhere they passed, causing everyone to frown in disgust.

Bu Fan and Lin Tian also sensed that something was wrong and each took a step back. Bu Fan looked bewildered, but Lin Tian’s expression shifted suddenly, tinged with urgency.

The entire process took no more than three seconds. Before Duan Mo could even vault out through the glass curtain wall, the battle was already over.

"You have no backbone, losing your composure over something like this," Xu Ruoqing said, feigning annoyance as she looked at Zhou Yi, though she felt a flicker of joy in her heart.

Even if Jiang Qixuan truly wanted to do something, facing such blatant indifference from Tan Wujin made it difficult for him to act.

At this moment, the entire villa was exceptionally quiet, and for some reason, it felt eerily cold—a chill that seemed connected to spectral or demonic forces.

Therefore, the moment she heard the name of Princess Tao Hua, Concubine Li instinctively tensed up and straightened her back, her eyes fixed intently on Prince Jin.

Princess Qi gazed languidly at the sapphire-blue bed curtains above, her heart heavy with worry for her father.

When the palm-blade and the fist collided, a wave of heat kicked up a cloud of dust, yet in that moment, it drew no attention from the others.

It must be said that there was some truth to what Jiang Qixuan said, but even if he were right, what could be done about it? Could one truly live without restraint, acting so recklessly?

"Hmph, it seems you aren't a fool after all. Then, I ask you: are you prepared to die?" Shi Zhentian let out a cold snort, his eyes fixed icily upon Jiang Qixuan.

No, how can he see me? Is he merely an image, or is he truly here? Did he foresee my arrival four hundred years ago as he lay dying, or has his consciousness endured for all this time?

Xie Tianxiang did not look up at Wang Chen, but by the firelight, Wang Chen saw a flicker of anxiety and determination in her eyes.