Chapter 853: Two Hundred, Warm Moments

Two Hundred, Warm Moments

Inside the room, the brother and sister gradually loosened their embrace.

Aqing lowered her head to smooth out the disheveled front of her pajamas, muttering:

“Who would see anyway…”

Before she finished speaking, a cold snort came from the wardrobe side:

“Hmph, you two are pretending I don’t exist again? I’m truly fed up with you—there are more than just the two of you in this house, I’m right here, yet you still act like it’s just your little world…”

Ouyang Rong did not turn to look.

He only heard a crisp snap.

It was the sound of bone shattering—it surged like an electric current from the severed finger on his right palm, racing upward until it exploded at his ear.

The little girl, clad in a ragged garment, wore a blank, numb expression.

She stared blankly for a moment.

She looked down at her curled little finger on the sandy ground, then at the bloody stump of her palm.

“Ahh—!”

The little girl screamed.

Around her, villagers and neighbors crowded in, watching.

Liu Lingshan could not help but doubt her teacher’s intentions—she must be kept by someone, otherwise how could such a poor girl possibly have the influence to appear before the princess? Liu Lingshan stared at Shi Yi, devising a plan, and quietly pulled out her phone, pressing the record button.

“Yes, Young Master!” Alang replied, his long leg lashing out as he leapt high, his body shifting midair in an instant—before anyone could blink, his whip-like kick had already swept toward the white-shirted boy.

Seeing Shi Yan vanish from his spot, Lu Fengming remained calm, or rather: nothing could rattle him anymore. A man who had already prepared to die would not panic.

The young man barely dodged a horizontal slash aimed at his chest by a slightly overweight man. Before he could catch his breath, another dark-skinned man struck from behind with a sudden gunshot to his right rear.

To the Ji family, such a powerful opponent was unimaginable! If he escaped today, he was certain that in a few years, the Ji family would vanish entirely from history.

“Prince, you…” Lu Rongting said, voice trembling. Around him, Lu Rongting’s soldiers began to stir restlessly.

Liu Xiaoling startled, raising her hand to push away Wang Xuanlong’s arm around her—but she could not move it at all; her face flushed crimson again.

Cui Feng pulled out the Spirit Offering Tablet and released Li Mu and the Tiger Demon Spirit. With these two two-orifice malevolent spirits guarding the night, though not perfectly secure, they would at least grant Cui Feng and the Stone Monkey ample time to prepare.

While steadily last-hitting minions with Qing Gang Ying, my jungle Tanglang came over, stared in shock at the Demon Sword’s three Qs, cursed under his breath, and left.

For these two days, whenever Jiang Dong appeared in Liu Erlong’s line of sight, he got beaten—no other option.

“Sigh, say this only at home—never say it outside!” Sun Chao warned. He didn’t know Yang Minna well, but Wang Jie, also from the Run Man crew, he understood a bit.

Liu Hua tore off a few sheets from the hotel desk’s message pad, thought for a moment, then scribbled quickly.

Zhao Huaixiang and his father hurried toward the Enforcement Office, driving his father’s usual delivery van. Throughout the journey, his father’s brow remained knotted, his arm trembling violently.

Xu Zihuai would definitely reject the three-year contract outright—three years was too long; too many unknown changes could occur.

“Baby, put it on—I bought this set specially yesterday in the Far East. Try it on now; once we reach the U.S., pick whatever you like! I’ll call a stylist over to fix you up nicely.” Gao Minshan smiled gently, revealing a row of clean, even teeth.

Almost simultaneously, Li Yuan and Oulin darted forward, closing the distance in an instant, stabbing their short blades into the flanks of the two men while simultaneously slapping their occiputs.

Brother Dawali seemed to know I’d come looking for him—he let me in and immediately cast a silence spell.

Fu Jiaqi was genuinely pleased to see Ling Wei; he was eager to join his friends’ teasing, thinking it the perfect chance to escort Ling Wei home—along the way, the two could get to know each other better.

Countless blood snakes slammed into the golden radiance, then dissolved into spiritual energy, vanishing into the heavens and earth.

Nanxi sniffed the fragrance of the soap, then resealed it in the box, holding it up for the elderly butler beside her to see.