After hearing Song Yuan's earlier words, Zhou Qing suddenly recalled the scene when he had first met Liu Chuan and the others. Zhou Qing had once envied Liu Chuan's ability to manipulate objects, but the various techniques spiritual masters used were their greatest secrets, so Zhou Qing had been too embarrassed to ask others to teach him.
The children's clamor, the parents' laughter, and the clatter of pots and pans were especially clear in the night.
Qin Feng's counterquestion caught Yan Qiu off guard. She stared blankly at him for a long while before suddenly understanding.
"I've lived this many years, and this is the first time I've heard that blood bird's nest helps with coughing." Shu Wan took a sip of the white bird's nest and found it utterly tasteless. Sure enough, once one got used to blood bird's nest, white bird's nest simply tasted different.
"All right, see you at the school gate at five ten. Don't be late." As Zhao Tiedan spoke, he stood up and headed out.
With a sudden brake, Xia Yu's limp, unsteady body pitched forward. Her head slammed heavily into the inner wall of the carriage, and a burning pain shot through it.
Following the wet tracks left by the wheels, a man holding a black umbrella and wearing a black mask and baseball cap silently watched them leave. Then he turned and slipped into the place the man had just emerged from, following the muddy footprints he had left behind.
"No! Absolutely not! I risked my life to get that. Why should I give it to you? No, absolutely not! Although Uncle Song, you saved me twice and I owe you two lives, I absolutely cannot give this to you.
"Cough, cough... That's it?" Hearing the manager's words, Zhao Tiedan coughed in