Chapter 45: Why Are Teeth So White?

Mogadishu, a seaport city on the northeastern coast of Africa along the Indian Ocean, is Somalia's largest city and also its capital. When people mention this country, the first thing that comes to mind is often piracy—pirates have become synonymous with Somalia. Yet, in some ways, its capital is even more famous than its pirates, for it was the scene of “Black Hawk Down.”

In 1993, the U.S. peacekeeping forces deployed Black Hawk helicopters to carry assault troops in an operation against the notorious warlord Aidid, who had long been a thorn in their side. However, due to faulty intelligence, the entire squad found themselves trapped in a bloody urban firefight.

With his arrival, tension immediately swept through the hotel lobby, where shaken guests had barely begun to recover from their fright.

Si Si’s mind was filled with the doctor’s recent words. She wanted nothing more than to remain silent, to say nothing, to simply gaze at Lu Yunzhen in peace.

Shen Yan seized the hand that had been toying with his throat, drawing in several deep breaths to suppress the tingling shiver she had just provoked throughout his body.

Seeing Zhang Xuyu leave, Bai Lian and Xie Chen leapt out from the bushes, intent on exploring the cave.

The next day, no one needed to go out, so they rose late. When everyone finally woke, they found that Shui Jianshe had already prepared breakfast and was keeping it warm over the fire.

As He Sheng finished speaking, Shen Linxiao rushed to the cave entrance, where his gaze collided squarely with Si Si’s.

Perhaps it was from years spent around cooking fumes, or maybe from sheer exhaustion; either way, mother had developed mild asthma at a young age. Not long after, she was plagued by chronic rhinitis and was always taking medication. Just recently, she suffered from gastritis and needed several days in the hospital before recovering.

Shen Linxiao’s eyes flickered for a moment, but only briefly. He turned his gaze to Si Si, his voice low and thunderous.

Two years had passed, yet Wen Ming’s appearance had hardly changed. He still exuded that gentle and refined air, as warm and smooth as jade.

Outside, the sun had climbed high in the sky. Droplets fell rhythmically from the eaves, and a brightly colored corridor led from the outer courtyard to the main hall in the distance. The sky was a clear and far-reaching white, and occasionally, a bird would pass by, bringing a sudden sense of peace to anyone who looked up.

Qiu Yong let out a breath unconsciously. His gaze drifted upward to the vast, cloudless sky, where a few wisps of cloud stretched serenely at the horizon. His eyes steadied, and he strode confidently out of the courtyard.

Yet, instead of choosing Ahn Jung-geun, the two of them had selected a Japanese racecar driver. Later, when the host asked if they knew who Ahn Jung-geun was, they shook their heads and said they didn’t.

It’s worth noting that the Sword Saint of Boundless Creation’s Divine Sword Manual only has seven levels in total. From the moment he crossed over and became the Azure Cloud Sword, it hadn’t been long at all. In such a short span of time, he had broken through from having no foundation all the way to the fifth level of the Divine Sword Manual. Such rapid progress would put even the most gifted geniuses in the Western Prefecture to shame.

Yang Yu pressed her lips together in a smile, her expression free of any displeasure. She raised both hands above her head and called in a clear voice, “Thank you, Your Majesty, for your boundless grace!” Her unhesitating manner left Li Shi momentarily stunned.

Watching a vibrant life slip away before their eyes, the onlookers could only sigh and wonder what action Wang Jingzhi would take next.

Wang Jingzhi’s lips moved as if to smile at Yang Yu, but the smile never fully formed. Unconsciously, his left hand caressed the silver ring on his right ring finger.

Now things were truly complicated—the foolish relative from the princess’s family had reported the matter directly to the heir apparent. How could there be a good outcome now?

Beside Ziwei, Zimi was nearly driven mad with rage, his face contorted and livid as he furiously questioned her. As Ziwei’s cousin, it was well known within the Golden Cauldron Sect. If anything happened to her, he would inevitably be implicated, and he was naturally furious about it.

Let her go? Let her leave the opportunity for someone else? In China, vampires are rarely seen. For various reasons, Chinese cultivators seldom venture west, let alone travel the world hunting vampires.

“Brother, you’d best tell me the truth. Only then can we hope to escape this place,” I whispered.