Chapter 240: Nian Xiong Xi Dai and the Original Ghost Cave

The wind ceased, the sand settled, the clouds drifted to and fro, the sun hung high in the sky, and scorching sunlight poured over the Takelamagan Shamo.

The sandstorm had just passed, and the scorching heat returned.

Inside a small sand dune formed by wind-blown sand, Su Qing wrapped herself in a blanket, shielding the two female comrades, Xue Li Yang and Ye Yixin, beneath her arms.

An hour earlier, the sandstorm had struck without warning; seeing that fleeing was not urgent, Su Qing called for everyone to take cover behind the camels and wait in place for the disaster to pass.

There were only rows of houses, and on the ground some spots still bore dried-up or dark brown bloodstains.

With a shout in his heart, the bared fangs retracted; he released her, retreated to the bedside, and collapsed into a sitting position. His robe drifted lightly, and the bare skin on his chest was as white as snow.

After calming down, Huang Suyun gave it some thought, sneered at the corner of her mouth, and grew ever more certain that the 'Iron Army' they spoke of was definitely not her former husband; either it was a godfather recognized by Xu Xiuyuan, or a distant relative dug up from some remote corner.

"Could there be some great ghost?" Gu Wenliang furrowed his brows; aside from this reason, he could think of no other possibility.

"Great! Great! Hong Lian, your illness can be cured!" Mother Qu first rejoiced, then, thinking of the endless suffering of the disease that might finally be relieved, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Chu Yunyi stared for a moment, then burst into loud laughter: "Husband? Is the princess trying to choose me as her husband?" Chu Yunyi took another step forward; now he and Waiwai were only a fist's distance apart, their breaths intermingling.

When she arrived, she hadn't planned to stay overnight, so she brought no change of clothes; at first she thought she'd just endure and skip bathing, but the servant offered to lend her the clothes she had just bought, as long as she didn't mind.

She scrolled through the numbers one by one, finally stopping at number 1001, but did not dial it.

After waiting for the Red Fire Chicken to be cleaned, Wang Ying thought a moment and then continued her instructions: the things she didn't want would naturally go cheap to Old Guo; as for the several 10‑jin cuts of meat, she would later have them support her old hunting companions.

Upon saying that, Madam Jiang immediately perked up, began to recount the previous plot, paying no heed to what was currently playing. Lin Wenuan smiled, listened closely, and occasionally asked two questions, which made Madam Jiang speak with even more vigor.

Yuan Shao thought this way inside, but did he still have the image of a gentleman who cultivates virtue and talents? Everyone present was clever; they had initially been swayed by his appearance, followed him for years, yet still did not know what his true character was like.

But he already had Chen Yajing, and not wanting to let her down, he buried this affair deep in his heart.

If it were the latter reason, she would not know how terrifying Consort Liu and the others truly were, which made her, as the principal princess consort, fear them so.

"His legs are thick like an elephant's and very strong—this is a trait unique to those who specially train leg strength," Murong Wanyue analyzed.

Feng Qing observed that although they were sisters, they did not look alike and were similar in age; moreover, their conduct bore some resemblance to that of martial‑world folk.

Upon hearing Jiang's words, Liang Yuan plucked up courage, "Glug—" she tipped her head back and took a sip; instantly, the cool, sweet mineral water flowed into her body, like sweet rain spreading through her limbs, and she immediately felt refreshed, without further thought she tipped her head back again and gulped down the whole bottle.

At this level, each increment of cultivation brings a huge gap in strength, almost impossible to overcome.

Aunt Shi suddenly smiled, her expression warm and kind, almost making Feng Qing think she had misseen.

Mo Bei's visage was clear and handsome; recalling Yun Shen's earlier admonition, it was no wonder she had received that call.

Leaving Huachen Real Estate, Wang Hao drove straight to the commercial street of Qingbei City, intending to purchase mobile phones for the villagers of Fenglin Village.

Ye Lan saw that Hadisi could actually mobilize the power of the dead, and felt somewhat moved; these ancient peoples each have their own peculiar cultivation, and this is also where their esoteric sect has been passed down—outsiders could never imagine their methods.