Chapter 88
Meng Xizhao studied the celestial stone for a while, then turned and instructed someone to fetch a porcelain jar large
Meng Xizhao studied the celestial stone for a while, then turned and instructed someone to fetch a porcelain jar large
Gu Pingting watched Meng Xizhao in silence for a long moment, then suddenly stood and began walking toward the door.
Footsteps approached the main gate. Yu Fulan and Meng Xizhao looked up. Seeing Cui Ye, Meng Xizhao froze, instinctively standing.
In the capital of Nanzhao, Meng Xizhao was still at the Western Palace. Luosahua had many attendants, but she didn’t
“If it comes to it, just have a fight! A bunch of boys together and they won’t even fight?” Li
Lu Liu did not understand Second Tian, but he cared about Li Feng. “Are you angry?” Li Feng shook his
The three of them fell silent again. In the midst of this lively New Year’s Eve, they became a scene
Lan Xingchen had spent three days on set, guarding Pei Qingjian like a hawk and forbidding any physical contact between
Lan Xingchen smiled faintly but didn’t respond to Xiao Jin’s “If Qingjian’s friends are my friends…” remark. Ha, who’s friends
Pei Qingjian’s fans could never have imagined that before the TV drama even aired, his new project was officially announced—and
The baggage was escorted by the Northern Riders, with the bandits tasked to push it back to Cizhou. Shen Zechuan
The night sky was dim, starless. Liu Er exhaled ragged breaths, white in the cold air, unable to tell if
At dawn, Shen Zechuan stared at the scattered footprints and asked Fei Sheng, “Are these grain carts?” The wheel tracks
Everyone present harbored their own thoughts, eyes fixed tensely on the rift in the sky. The enormous tear grew wider
Xiao Hei blinked, glanced at his expressionless master, then at the annoyed crowd, and without hesitation leapt into Ying Jiuhua’s
The journey to Wucheng was uneventful; the two traveled straight through without delay and arrived in the city by the
The streets of the small town, like an ancient painting, were lit under the night sky. Inside the bar, the
“Jin… when will you… stop being so harsh with me…” The little creature’s trembling, dew-like voice lightly tugged at Lu
Business was slow at the bar that morning. Gu Wei was alone downstairs tidying up the shop. Once the surroundings
Shaojin Mansion stood silent in the cold breeze of early spring. In a corner on the first floor, an arcade