Chapter 149: First Trial of the Talisman Sword

“There are many types of milk powder, but since the child’s digestive system is relatively weak and accustomed to a particular brand, it’s best not to switch formulas,” Xu Heng advised.

Moreover, there seemed to be more than one case; in many speculations, Wang Bo appeared to perceive the intentions behind the Americans.

Qiu Xuan smiled faintly, turning to Angelina and saying with a smile, “You’ll know just by looking.” In this world, so-called fine clothing was typically very luxurious and extravagant. Naturally, Qiu Xuan had his own reasons for choosing this qipao.

As soon as I heard this, I suspected Chen Le had been poisoned, most likely by that pill my mother gave her. I hurried downstairs, got in the car, and rushed to the hospital.

“If he doesn’t bother me, I won’t pay him any mind. But if he does, then I’ll take him out,” Xia Lengdao said, a faint, sharp smile playing at the corners of his mouth, his words brimming with innate confidence.

Hearing Wen Ruyu’s shout, Du Luo quickly climbed back up the rope to the suspension bridge in front of the cabin, grabbed his phone, and answered the call.

However, she didn’t take it seriously. In her mind, Hongque was no more than a piece of furniture, just an ornament at home—not enough to stir any emotional disturbance.

“This is an airport, not some wild wilderness. I don’t want to fail to find the trapped dragon grass and then have to bring you meals in jail!” Gaoxing laughed as he cursed; Adai’s methods were too simple and crude.

“Who exactly are you?” I spoke coldly, starting to sense something was amiss.

“Stopping Qiao Fei from seizing the gang leader position is the urgent task now. If the Min family succeeds, the Qiao gang will fall under their control, and killing me will become too easy!” Zhuang Lan answered firmly.

At last, they still had some sense; instead of charging head-on, they formed a semicircle, surrounding Shen Yibin from the left, right, and center, muttering curses under their breath, but not taking him seriously.

When making curry soup, if the temperature is too high and the broth boils, it becomes cloudy and milky white; if too low, the flavors won’t dissolve well, resulting in a bland taste.

“Hehe, of course not. Since I’ve already made a move, I just need to finish him off,” the opponent said as he closed in, trapping him within ten yards.

“You want to pass Portugal’s assessment? I’ll teach you a trick,” Yang Luo said to Andy.

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“Don’t worry, it’ll be even better than this. Such a greedy fellow,” Red-haired Shanks waved off the concern casually, followed by a burst of hearty laughter.

“Ha!” Just like yesterday, Yi Tengcheng launched a fierce attack from the start. Attack is the best defense—this motto was etched into his very bones. Even facing Tyson now, he refused to change it.

Before us, an elderly principal shielded two children with his arms. The Black Scarf Legion tugged relentlessly, but he refused to let go, though the children in his arms cried bitterly.

Jiao Du eagerly scooped some soup, bringing the spoon to his lips and blowing gently to cool it.

“Alright, shall we go there to play?” Shen Yibin mumbled groggily. Ah, jet lag was like that—one slip and all effort was wasted.

Lin Yi raised an eyebrow but smiled. Those familiar with him knew this was a sign he was displeased. What with the fame of Central Plains heroes and all, he couldn’t afford to sully his reputation as the master of deception. Yet he didn’t lose his temper immediately and obediently stepped onto the stage.

The Putuo Spirit Clan truly lived up to their reputation as masters of psychic power. Xiao Fangfang’s mental scan became a double-edged sword—detecting the enemy, but revealing herself as well.

Alicia was understandably anxious, almost about to call the city lord’s guards to assist in the search, but Katrina quickly comforted her, saying the young master would return soon.

After so many years of marriage, Ye Rongyao was honest—before taking the “Youth Retention Pill,” Liu Qingqing’s agelessness was due to the necklace she wore.

The Burmese were always generous to monks. Their belief was that giving and charity made life better, both in this life and the next.

The opportunity finally arrived. Just the night before, Xixi invited her for drinks and a heart-to-heart. She feigned hesitation but agreed. In reality, she hid a pair of scissors in her sleeve, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Never expected my troubles to drag down my father and elder brother too, Pan Chengchen felt deeply sorrowful.

It was utterly despicable. They had the means but still chose to mess with our sect like this. Once the war ended, he vowed to deal with him properly.

“Let’s go, grab your weapon!” Per knew who was behind this. Furious, he armed himself and told Wu Yong to follow him. He was determined to root out the traitor.

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Li Sijia believed she wasn’t the only one feeling this way; after all, she could hear others swallowing nervously.

After the battle, Lu Yi said nothing, quietly sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes, as if the fierce fight had nothing to do with him.

Matsudaira Katamori didn’t ponder further. Most likely, the general and Qin Ming had struck a secret deal; he needn’t concern himself too much.

Jin Muzhan was insatiably greedy but suffered losses that stung. After a meal, he went to the bank. Fortunately, it was a measured place. After tallying with Qiu Sheng, they only took six hundred taels.

Cheng Chumo’s words seemed ruthless but were actually a warning to Zhang Yang: with the Demon Emperor watching, escape was impossible. Any rash move would surely provoke the Demon Emperor’s appearance—dangerous indeed.

Though only a flicker of flame, Morien felt an enveloping terror of destruction. He knew that as soon as Lin Wei pointed his finger forward, he would perish there.

With that, he vanished in a flash before the computer screen, forgetting even to close the video. Fu Mingyan shook her head helplessly, feeling a tinge of sorrow.

The natives only knew the three major warlords and that Federal currency could buy many daily necessities in town; beyond that, they didn’t even recognize the Emperor.

Three giant birds stood before them, their entire bodies jet black. Each bore a fiery red feather atop its head, with vertical pupils and a fierce gaze. Their terrifying aura could be sensed clearly from afar.

They also knew that both the leader and deputy leader belonged to the Chu River faction, and the Wolf Head Mountain soldiers were under Chu River’s command.