Chapter 222: Speculation

Duan Zhengchun sent a letter? Zhao Ti nodded upon hearing this: "Hand it to this Prince for me to see."

Zhou Dong hurriedly presented the letter. Zhao Ti opened it and read, his brows gradually knitting together.

The letter was extremely respectful and polite, yet cautious; unlike the last time which simply stated Mu Wanqing was his daughter, it detailed Mu Wanqing's background and origins.

Finally, the tone shifted, stating that after Mu Wanqing returned to Dali and went to the mountains with her mother, Qin Hongmian, to sort things out, she suddenly vanished, and despite a hundred searches, she could not be found.

The mountain road in Wumen Village was not difficult to walk; a thousand years of constant passage and construction had made it wide and flat, so that even a four-wheeled ox cart could travel it steadily.

That is a formidable madwoman; if he is polite to someone like that, then he must have water in his brain.

Among them, there was notably a director well-known within the circle who was invited for tea because he ate milk powder.

It was not intentional showing off, just stating facts, but one could not deny that a bit of the desire to display his skills remained.

Suddenly, Jiang Xian's steps stopped abruptly, his eyes instantly narrowed, and his gaze fixed tightly on a spot at the corner.

The composer was carefully listening to the layers of the music, analyzing the motifs appearing within, the shifts in tonality, and the use of instrumentation, dynamics, and sound effects.

Then the team he had so hard worked to build would fall apart; that would truly be a case of gaining nothing and losing everything.

In the past half year, she had thought of many ways. She ensured the family had a stable livelihood and even had a new house built. This had already attracted quite a bit of attention.

When Xianglian pushed open that heavy door, she happened to see Hanlai stepping back step by step; but after only two or three steps, she was pressed against the wall behind her, having nowhere left to retreat.

Today's contest is one hundred advancing to fifty. Qing Yue's purpose in staying was to see Yun Qingrou's strength and hidden trump cards.

For the first time, Qing Yue felt a bit panicked. She had not felt this way even amidst the chaos of the Reincarnation Space before.

Therefore, though he indulged in pleasure, on major matters he listened to Zhou Aimin, which also made him a qualified Crown Prince.

A wisp of pink green smoke emerged from nowhere, following Wang Lingyun's breath, and slowly drilled into her nostrils.

As a sound of splashing waves rose, one after another, remnant souls flew out from the river of time and space, merging with the four remnant souls before Chu Feng.

The huge and bizarre black lotus behind Ying Yi suddenly, at this moment, brought forth a wave of death-like energy that spread out, covering the sky and earth, and sweeping toward the entire scene.

And with a bang, within the huge crater originally blasted out, the dark god energy was constantly gathering in the sky.

"This is news transmitted by Du E from the West Sea." Si Ming formed a spell, the mist slowly gathered, and condensed into something resembling an Eight Trigrams plate.

Luo Si sneered indifferently, hesitated not, and holding Qian Wan, walked into the sea; her pale legs transformed into a black tail fin, and she instantly vanished from the sea surface.

Using speed to counter speed, the Gale Breaking Army Slash was instantly unleashed; at the same time, Chu Xiao activated Lingbo Weibu, reaching the extreme of speed.

Her momentum held quite the posture of Hong Xin's Thirteenth Sister, frightening Liu Shi into retreating several steps in a row.

Unexpectedly, though she was not short and had no lack in the places that should grow, she was lighter in the arms than anticipated, and Qi Jin hardly exerted any effort.

Jiang Huoshui thought that her father, the wealthiest man in Jingcheng, probably was not as greedy as this Shopkeeper; when his own clerk had an accident, the first thing he did was not to fetch a Physician, but to catch the precious hairpin that had fallen from his hand, disregarding even his own safety.

Shaohua's only psychological comfort was probably that Shaoling and he were truly brothers in misfortune, having no status in this family.

Upon hearing this, he lowered his head; his gaze twisted upon touching that fresh red blood. His hand wiped across the bleeding wound; his hand, pale as ice and jade, was like a white paper splashed with red ink, or a white jade sculpture defiled, carrying a certain destructive sensuality.