Chapter 92: Swamp Anaconda
Shan gently rummaged through the things beside her and said in a low voice, “Some specimen jars, maps... some water, no food...”
The usually cheerful Black man Kerr could no longer smile. “The hard drive’s fried. Almost all the equipment is ruined.”
He paused, then added, “Except for a satellite phone, the one for getting online.”
“Thank God. We can go find the police.” Ge'er had long wanted out of there.
A Chuan hesitated.
Before long, more and more people had gathered around them. Yan Yun vaguely heard shouts not far off and walked toward the sound.
“Yes.” Watching the child’s face shift from an initial purple-red to a gradual return to normal, Dong Ru finally let the anxious knot in her heart loosen, and she could only breathe out in relief.
For a moment, the few of them were once again silent. Rong Qicai had absolutely no desire to speak, yet still forced himself to sit there straight and proper. In contrast, Su Jin was somewhat unladylike, but she did not care in the least.
Di Chongxiao was overjoyed and immediately unleashed the Yellow Springs Rainbow Robe Art, directly borrowing the ten-colored spiritual radiance in the contest of light to transform it into a divine light shield. It looked perilous, but in fact it was a twofold gain: it could protect the body, and it could also use the current of the giant cavern sea to neutralize the fruit’s overabundant and overpowering spiritual light.
No one knew how long had passed before Wu Mian came to. He only felt brimming with energy, as though a ferocious beast were lying dormant within him, packed with astonishing power.
When Xie Lili finished listening, she was first slightly stunned, then fell into a long silence of thought. The information was far too shocking for her.
Gu Jueqing and Wei Changqin sat in the main hall and spoke some intimate words. Suddenly a chill breeze swept in, and Gu Jueqing instinctively drew in her neck.
I can still fall apart when I have saved chapters and an outline; now that I don’t even have a single draft, won’t I collapse straight into the heavens?!
Although Ma Zhiyuan could no longer be a man, at the very least he could still be a normal-minded person. Even if he could not continue the family line, someone would support him. If he insisted on courting death by recklessly taking medicines until he made himself stupid, who could he blame?
Among the people here, everyone else could surrender, but Kong Rong could not, because he was a descendant of the sage Confucius and could not bear the charge of rebellion. But Liu He’s words clearly touched the hearts of many officers and local officials; after all, not everyone is unafraid of death.
“That’s right. After I married you, I was indeed most satisfied in material things and money. But what about my spirit? Have you ever cared about that?” Tatiana instead turned the question back on Mr. Rosted.
As for relatives, that was much easier to understand. It was probably the ghost’s entire sprawling family, kin upon kin, generations upon generations, all come here to watch such a wedding.
“How is it?” Peng Sizhe asked softly. Just now, Peng Haoming had borne the weight of the two of them on nothing but his fingers for a full ten minutes.
“Think about what’s different about that place and the places we passed before,” Qian Cheng reminded them again.
At that moment, Jin Yun suddenly felt that perhaps Princess Fengxi’s final fading from the six realms would be the best ending after all.
But beyond that, I also don’t know of any other way to bring him back to life while leaving his appearance unchanged.
Dinner was already nearly done. It took all of Ouyang Yue’s persuasion to coax her mother-in-law out of the kitchen.
“I think so.” Zhu Meier actually had no certainty in her heart, but there was still hope.
“I’ll go find Luo Jingpei. You figure out how to solve this yourself.” Peng Sizhe had been thinking all along about whether to tell Luo Jingpei about this matter.
Of the nine luminous pearls on Empress Dowager Cixi’s phoenix crown, the ones that have now been discovered and donated to the state were first four, then two more.
“Is Totori really that amazing!” Qian Ai’s eyes widened at once as she said in surprise.
In the blink of an eye, New Year’s Eve had arrived. That morning, Meng Jun accompanied Jin Qing to visit Jin Zhi’s teacher, Master Hong, and, as always, they bought pork and pastries as New Year gifts.