Chapter 120: The Bride Price in Su Qingli

After about four or five minutes, Su Qingli picked up the scissors and began to cut.
“All set!”
“Qingli, is it done? Who sent it? Is everything okay?”
“Haha, it’s fine. It was sent by my... husband’s grandmother. Just a false alarm, nothing serious.”
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But in the next moment, Xu An shook his head. He had lifted part of the sealing on the other side himself, and with the heavy yin energy of the night, it regained a glimmer of instinct, though it was impossible for it to move freely.
Just as Ning Qiushui was pondering how to welcome Qi Muyao, Su Qingqiu, whom she hadn’t seen in a long time, suddenly returned to the forest, carrying the unconscious Mo Ziyan in her arms.
Standing on the track, Su Feng and Bolt were separated by only one lane, but given Bolt’s stature, the two easily caught each other’s glance before turning away.
Jiang Zhige frowned slightly as Shan Ting stepped into the Zhengyang Shrine. Instead of addressing the important matter, she scrutinized his appearance, blatantly disregarding his authority.
“Sakurai-san should be fine. After all, he looked like that before we arrived, so returning to his original state makes no difference.”
Overwhelmed by a flood of grievance, Liu Qingqing looked at Qianxun, tears falling one by one onto his hand.
“Greetings, Alliance Emperor!” The other 63 lords were seeing this mysterious human Alliance Emperor up close for the first time, their reactions slightly delayed.
Xia Tianming watched the thrilling battle unfold through a god’s eye view, as the black light virus within him boiled wildly, eager to join the fray.
After understanding the principle behind it, Xu An’s worries gradually faded. When he resumed cultivation, he could calmly face the decay illusions without fear.
“All right, let’s follow them! It’s about time,” Wei Wangyou said calmly, stepping out from the path cleared by fans, a faint smile gracing his face. The fans were immersed in his serene smile, completely unaware of the subtle sadness flickering in Hu Yuche’s eyes.
Seeing that the ghost infant showed no signs of attacking, Sister Li realized the ghost infant before her was actually a fake.
Hearing Zhang Dun’s words, Kang Qiao’s face finally broke into a slight smile, a measure of comfort filling his heart: although Zhang Dun was usually careless, he truly cared about him.
In truth, Young Master Pei’s behavior was not love but overwhelming possessiveness; such a person was, indeed, somewhat frightening.
“Sorry, I was just bored, so I went out for a walk,” Ling Fei said, knowing his anxiety, she coquettishly teased him to keep him from getting angry.
The vehicle headed toward the outskirts, Ling Fei’s gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. As they passed a mountain, she suddenly felt the urge to dash out.
At this moment, Mu Ziyu probably appeared to the driver as a child prone to lying and indulging in fanciful thoughts. But none of that mattered; as long as he achieved his goal, it was enough.
“Mom, don’t worry. Wash the apples first, I’ll wait,” Zhang Dun felt a surge of joy: finally found my elder brother.
Meanwhile, the three still navigating the secret passage seemed utterly unaware of the situation outside.
“Wife, your least trustworthy person is the one who hides their greatest strength,” Huo Jingran began to understand, realizing he was right to rely on his wife as he started to get a sense of direction.
Ning Zhe scanned the surroundings. From some unknown time, the number of people on the street had dwindled until now, it was completely deserted. He looked around; the gates and houses were all empty, not a single soul in sight.