Chapter 172: Is the Gate Opened, Then?

Wu Wang and Xiezhi passed through the blue passage.

They appeared in a hall entirely pale blue.

Clearly, the end of the passage had some kind of teleportation effect.

Not far away sat a reclining chair.

On it lay a man dressed like a barber shop's Tony.

He had a trendy haircut, legs crossed, lounging lazily.

He hummed strange tunes, sounding like opera cadences.

"This is where appraisers register."

Hearing Jiang Shiyeh avoid mentioning the Guo family, Yunniang furrowed her brows, glanced at Jiang Shiyeh's tightly knitted forehead, and gave Nuan Fei a subtle signal.

Yunniang heard Jinyun's words and murmured softly, causing Yunxiu's expression to change with her words.

Gongyi Wuying suddenly understood—no wonder Jin Ge had said that as long as Chen Ge personally viewed the painting, I had done my part; my words had proven the Fourth Prince had already confirmed the figure in the painting was Feng Ning.

The moon, gone—black night studded with countless stars, luring one to explore, to linger, truly breathtaking.

Five years ago, Shen Chi had promised to bring her, yet he never had; she felt a little disappointed.

An Keko looked at Kyle in confusion; Kyle turned his head away—she had already said this before! But after another sigh, Kyle nodded, and finally a faint smile appeared on An Keko's face.

"Oh dear, how many days will Yunji Sect need this time?" Fang Buzhi murmured, chin propped on his hand, staring blankly ahead.

An Keko flatly refused—she had already planned otherwise; since she couldn't settle in Demacia, Bandel City wasn't bad either! After all, her purpose in coming to Valoran was to see the questions, wasn't it?

"Order them to move aside, or else…" She couldn't finish; her hand shook harder—this wasn't what she wanted, but there was no other way left.

Saru snorted, "Who said I was worried about her?" His words were clear, but his expression told Meino he was half-right.

Long Moxuan immediately wanted to sink through the ground—what was going on today? Why did he keep thinking of Ling Xuewei? Why did he keep comparing Leng Yu Rou with Ling Xuewei?

"That's right! None of us are outsiders! Give us a hint?" Chang Wei said, her tone overly suggestive.

"You say that too—this body is Xia Qi. Is she also that ugly?" Gong Xuehan complained.

"Xuewei just said that. How does she know about these things?" Zhe Mile's sharp gaze fixed on her son.

But separation doesn't necessarily mean love has ended—only that they chose another way: silently guarding her, enabling her, giving her happiness.

As for Guan Yu's various expressions, Dian Wei paid no attention whatsoever. He ignored Guan Yu entirely and appeared before Zhang Fei's bed.

She started the car, took a deep breath—she wasn't the type to give up when feeling weak; this sensation only made her naturally strong-willed self cling harder.

Seven identical Mercedes S600s, all top-spec, each worth around 1. million. Han Guang's tiny Audi TT looked pitiful now—one Mercedes could buy four of his, and seven arrived at once.

"No, it's me and Meimei—we were doing it, and I couldn't find… couldn't find the place." A flustered voice came through the phone.

Mu Feng found their chatter dull and forcibly dragged Hailin off to play with Guiteng. These days, Beiming Xuan and Yuan Kong kept chatting about past lives; Yuan Kong remained clueless.

The pretty village girl walked toward a roadside supermarket. Her gait was perfect; Zhang Xiao was utterly enchanted.

Hearing Li the Matchmaker's words, Sheng Linshi no longer hesitated; she spoke openly—Song Family Village wasn't far from here, and Li the Matchmaker was famous for miles around, so she must know.