Chapter 62
“What… what exactly is going on?” Guan Ze struggled free from Lian Qiguang, staring in shock at the shattered glass […]
“What… what exactly is going on?” Guan Ze struggled free from Lian Qiguang, staring in shock at the shattered glass […]
All the way under a hundred percent turning-back rate, Lian Qiguang wore casual clothes and expressionlessly drifted to the academy
Qiu Limò was born in Zone Five. When he was young, his parents died in a riot. After his parents’
On the way back to school, Gu Xu spoke first: “Do you have any plans for the summer break? Travel,
On Saturday night, Gu Xu drove Xia Zichen to the restaurant that Bai Caozhe had reserved. Although this was Xia
By the time Xia Zichen logged back into the game, it had already been five days. These past few days,
Yuan Shang thought that after Xu Tang went upstairs to see Zongxuan, nothing would happen, so he stayed downstairs to
When Zong Xuan asked whether his mood was bad, Xu Tang felt that Zong Xuan probably understood him quite well.
Zong Xuan’s sudden clapback sent Xu Tang’s fans into excitement, and Zong Xuan’s fans were thrilled too. But Kang Duo
After Shu Changyu became Chancellor in his previous life, very few people ever used positive words to describe him, and
Old matters—things Shu Changyu had long since gone over in his mind countless times—were already settled in his heart. Looking
The ritual of floating wine cups along a winding stream on the Shangsi Festival was an elegant custom from ancient
“…” Murong Lian did not reply at once. He first slowly rolled his eyes, then, without even turning his head,
Inside the great hall, lamps and candles blazed brightly. A massive charcoal brazier burned with roaring fire. On both sides
“You don’t let me eat.” Gu Mang said each word with force. “I. Am. Hungry!” Flames surged up. Gu Mang
The person standing in front of him was a very low-ranking female cultivator in the bureau, about forty years old,
Gu Mang stared blankly at this person. Hesitation and vigilance, confusion and bewilderment all passed through his eyes like a
Rustle, rustle. Outside the Plum Blossom Separate Residence, low-ranking cultivators were sweeping fallen tung leaves off the white jade-green stone
The next morning, Jing Kuang was about to drag Jing Cong out. Who would have thought Jing Cong was like
After hearing Shu Changyu’s question, Sitiao answered without a second thought, smiling brightly, “That’s right. She used to serve in