Chapter 49: Dance in His Arms

"H-How... why is it moving?"

A girl beside Wen Shiyan pointed at the curtain in front of them, her voice trembling with anxiety and confusion.

Another more experienced girl explained, "Someone is pulling it from both ends to remind us that it is time to go on stage."

The group lined up, keeping pace with the drapery, and after walking a short distance, they noticed a set of three steps ahead.

Even though she was wearing sunglasses, her stunning looks and exquisite facial features allowed Li Ling to recognize her instantly.

Lin Tanwei kept her head down, her entire body trembling. I saw her tears rolling down one by one.

"I said I wouldn't drink it, didn't you hear me?" Han Feiyue flicked her sleeve, and the bowl of medicine spilled directly onto the ground, not only scalding my hand but also splashing onto my feet.

The masters of the Demonic Sect were all adepts in physical combat, but Beitang Mo was different from Dongfang Qingshi. What Dongfang Qingshi mastered was sheer physical strength; possessed of boundless might, his destructive power would escalate infinitely after transforming into a giant.

Therefore, every time this glazed flower appeared, it would immediately be snatched up by countless people, rarely ever circulating on the open market.

David Yang's consciousness once again remote-controlled the fierce eagle, and seeing that Musala's lair was also shrouded in dark clouds, he hurriedly commanded the eagle to continuously ascend to a higher altitude.

After heading out, Jiang Xuan didn't even care about the gazes of others and even made me share a horse with him. I had no choice; the more I struggled, the more deliberate it would look, so I simply had to yield to Jiang Xuan's will.

"Hahaha, prepare to meet your maker!" Seeing Duan Pengju tumble to the ground, Wu Song let out a loud shout, took another powerful stride, and leaped forward directly, his double sabers hacking at Duan Pengju once again.

Because the renovation was taking place amidst numerous houses containing buried corpses, the fate of those workers could well be imagined—casualties were bound to be heavy.

An Yi expressed her intention to go, and Yun Qianxi immediately sent over all the relevant information about the gathering, including the hotel's address and time, as if she were afraid An Yi might change her mind.

"Do you truly understand what you are doing..." Er Ye said, fixing his gaze unwaveringly on Yaolong.

After laughing for a moment, he finally said to the officer, "Kill me, you can kill me, kill me, I am not afraid of you, I am not afraid of you." Seeing his appearance, everyone felt a deep sense of sorrow welling up in their hearts.

"Ye Zhi, I hope you can seriously consider my words; I am sincere about you," Chu Xiaochu continued.

Seeing that he was not particularly worried, He Jiaxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Her uneasiness was not caused by Fang Yuyan being locked up, but rather by the association that the last time Fang Yuyan came to borrow silver from her, she had refused. If the cause of this incident stemmed from that refusal, she feared that Fang Yuyan would blame her again in the future, deepening the grudge between them.

She spent a full hour writing this letter, and by the time she finished, the sky was already turning pale. Qin Sangruo put the letter into a cloth pouch and handed it to Zha Qin. The three of them then opened the door and stepped outside.

Right now, he was not too worried that Ye Zhi still had her mind on the Mu brothers; after all, Ye Zhi had wanted to leave earlier anyway. He merely felt that Ye Zhi was not the type to obediently listen to his words.

It had always been Hollywood blockbusters crushing others; there had never been a case of other films crushing Hollywood blockbusters.

To them, this was an enigmatic oriental craft, especially since it was embroidered so exquisitely. Some people simply admired its beauty, while others perceived the deeper meaning contained within it.

Hothouse fruits? Neither Cheese nor Curse Crow could figure out any reason why they would be subjected to the same spell as the previous two items. If the First Grey Robe had intentionally concealed certain things within the tower, those locations presumably would not include these fruits.

As she spoke, her body could not help trembling, her complexion turned a frozen white, and by the time she finished her string of words, she was already somewhat weak, accompanied by a few coughs.