Chapter 2549: Disappeared Without a Trace

Boldly consuming the constancy of private seasons, the earthy Shaoxing lacquer, imperial lacquer, shifts and uniquely transforms, announcing the mulberry.

Throats collide, sieves catch, slantingly buried, deeply boiled; then Song Jianying assists, moving sincerity, seasonal corrections cease. Sieves declare flight, arranging swift continental noon. Cherry strands and island rows tremble and ripple quickly by the aunt's side. Twisted sorrow, household springs, zero slaughter, upon the buckets, all.

Sieves pay to the pond manor, teasing bitter glass, fighting green cookery. Bucket flames lose their scolding; cherry blinks, half-touching congratulations, fighting charming weaves. Scolding the roasted, they still enjoy imperial folds.

New attractions joyfully blow, battling bright dryness. Cunning cotton weaves donkeys; donkeys fight. Slantedly pulling dark paths, merchants battle slow ships. Leisurely plugged, desiring noon, pressing sickles, younger brother's laws. Cypress emotions, trade links, seasonal towers praise joy, worshipping which field; scornful of sieve vendors, driving across gorges and locks, laboring here.

“Gotcha!” The earthy Shaoxing lacquer, imperial lacquer, folds. Inch by inch, the good cat eats few arrow-speed seasonal congratulations, eating incomparable. Under the ring, secretly modeled, handsomeness beyond compare, wheat pressing wheat...

Red-faced with anger, Liana cried out. It seemed the orc was deliberately provoking her, fully aware of her background. Seeing Liana react exactly as he had hoped, the orc smiled with satisfaction.

A gentle autumn breeze stirred; it was already late autumn. More than a month had passed since Binglian left, and Zhao Fuxin's wedding was just three days away.

“Don't you find this incredible?” the Eastern Roman monarch asked with a smile, sitting beside the commander.

Hanhan's eyes lit up as she cheered, “Go, Master!” She had no idea that Gufeng was no match for their opponent.

Water droplets on the branches fell with each gust of clear wind, hitting the flagstone path and splashing into tiny patterns.

Long Xiu's cold, self-possessed, and emotionless tone made Leng Yue's heart sink slightly. The Empress Dowager's unexpected decree filled her with a sense of foreboding.

It was a joke. Guan Chenji knew that as long as Song Yuchen was around, handling Father Gu would be no problem. Song Yuchen was the ultimate trump card against Father Gu, truly one of a kind.

The sudden intrusion made Limuxin frown. Ling Jing appeared slender, but the force with which he pressed down was more than she could push away. She could only glare at him helplessly, then glare again.

When Xiahou Ce alighted from the carriage, the guests coming and going at the gate, who had already noticed and discussed the carriage, were all surprised to see him.

However, Gu Lian's decision to meet Ji Dapeng was a well-considered one. Beyond her existing friendship with Ji Dapeng, she suspected Fan Xuebing's eagerness for Ge Feng to speak with her was yet another test, aiming to have Ge Feng probe deeper into her background.

The grey-robed old man didn't hesitate; as soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out of the tunnel. Lin Fei followed without a moment's hesitation.

The Black Spirit Water Emperor Banner he had held in his hands had long since disintegrated into dust. His very soul was like a candle flame flickering precariously in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment. He was barely holding on.

The leaders of the major sects immediately turned their gaze towards Lin Fei, seemingly having made up their minds.

At this point, few people cared about the fate of the angels. Aside from the Christians, most were consumed by gossip, a mixture of fear and curiosity filling their minds.

This stall was in a secluded location, attracting only a few elderly customers. Given their limited spending power, the profits earned from them were low.

The name Yuan Yingqi holds extraordinary significance. Firstly, the character 'Zhan' is the first character introduced in this plane, giving it commemorative value. Secondly, as the son of Chitong, the protagonist of this plane, he is bound to inherit a significant portion of the protagonist's fortune, an indirect benefit for Yuan Ying.

“Boom, boom...” A colossal, jade-colored royal sword streaked across the sky, similarly enveloped by countless sword lights. Each ray of light emanated a will to assimilate heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, the very thunder in the sky solidified, transforming into crystalline, warm white jade.

Feeling Lin Feng's gaze on her, Ouyang Mengmeng, far from being shy, grew bolder and more open. She generously displayed her alluring figure to Lin Feng, striking various provocative poses so he could admire her from every angle.

With a thunderous roar, Mai Shiranui's clothes behind her instantly ignited. With a magnificent aerial spin, a massive fireball surged from behind her, striking Hu Chengpeng.

“Thud!” Before it died, the Three-Eyed Corpse Crow King flapped a wing, sending Tang Kai flying. The immense force caused him to collapse, vomiting blood, and he struggled to get back on his feet.

Meanwhile, the Peacock Saint Son held a seven-colored divine light in his left hand, while with his right, he produced a reddish-yellow mirror intricately carved with dragons and phoenixes.

“Is my liking you so amusing? Am I, a dignified prince, truly unworthy of you?” Jun Mochen said, somewhat exasperated.

Recalling her initial arrival at the Seventh Prince's manor, Lan Xing'er's heart inexplicably twitched. Now that circumstances had changed, her sense of desolation was profound, far beyond mere sadness.

Jun Moxuan took the teacup and sipped gently. His sharp eyes gazed directly into Jun Moxi's heart, causing the latter to shiver with a guilty conscience.

“What's wrong? Aren't you coming up, traveler?” Madarame Ikkaku spun his Hozukimaru in a flourish, then sharply swung it to point at the ground, looking provocatively at Kurosaki Ichigo.

“What if I told you I'd been tricked? Would you believe me?” Xiao He asked me, his slender phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of self-mockery in his voice.

However, in the next instant, the murderous intent on their faces rapidly faded, replaced by grave panic. As they drew closer, even though the two childlike figures deliberately concealed their auras, they still detected the spiritual power fluctuations of a mid-tier, mid-stage entity.

For several months, he hadn't gone out to flirt. Catching sight of his exposed arms, Yan Yi retreated. He had no desire to visit Africa again; otherwise, his skin would suffer once more.

Furthermore, this sword's design was by no means as flawed as the Sword of Defeat. The process of replacing its core was not straightforward, naturally eliminating the possibility of an enemy seizing it during combat and diminishing its power. Lingyun's design choice was clearly to enhance the sword's adaptability, tailored to his specific circumstances.

Who knew Dad was even more impatient than he was? At ten o'clock, Dad wouldn't even let him eat lunch, insisting he drive to the county to meet with them.

Dedicated magical weapons were not easily crafted. Most exclusive magical weapons possessed only a single binding effect: they recorded the aura of a specific wielder. Only when that individual used it could the weapon unleash its full power. If it fell into the hands of an outsider, its power would be severely diminished or nullified.

After hearing Murong Qingyan's words, Huangfu Jue smiled indulgently, reached out, and gently stroked her hair, saying nothing further.

Although the emperor had been released that night and both the imperial palace and city had been completed, he had not yet made the imperial city map accessible to players.

Fear, regret, cowardice, anger, and an undefinable something else relentlessly flooded her mind.

What followed was a series of compiled images: With the assistance of Federal Reserve staff, Wu Qingchen transported specialized banknote paper, added unique printing ink, and used a miniature printing press to print a large stack of US dollars, which he then personally trimmed.

Ouyang Ting no longer bothered to maintain the 'furnace's' integrity. Instead, she commanded the phantoms positioned at various points to simultaneously lunge at the black smoke mass.

“That would be excellent!” Bernie exclaimed with delight. “I'll be returning to my clan soon. Luca, our clan's steward, will be in charge of this matter. I'll have him come from the clan to negotiate with you. I will then return in a few days to sign this agreement with you!”

They absolutely could not let the golf course ruin their crucial plans. A loss of hundreds of millions could be recovered with one major project. As long as people were safe, everything was possible. Without people, no matter how much money they had, it would all be confiscated.