Chapter 124
Emperor Tianshou still sat motionless at the head of his bed. If this were an illustrated tale, his brilliance would […]
Emperor Tianshou still sat motionless at the head of his bed. If this were an illustrated tale, his brilliance would […]
This fever was caused by overusing his gland, combined with chronic mental strain and exhaustion, which led to a disorder
  Yan Yi’s suit vest and polka-dot tie lay discarded to one side; his French-collar shirt was half-unbuttoned, and the pale
Yan Yi seemed to instinctively know how to carry himself in grand or formal settings, walking naturally at Lu Shangjin’s
Morning. Yuan Zhao stood under the eaves, looking at the spacious and beautiful courtyard. His whole body felt relaxed. Even
It rained steadily through the night. Fortunately, Shi Wuxiang didn’t need to go into town today—otherwise, he would have had
Shi Wuxiang had originally intended to eat downstairs with them, but Zhang Xiang and Wen Hao insisted they go upstairs.
At dawn the next day, the blizzard still raged. The brazier inside the command tent had long gone cold. The
The Chashi Sinkhole was Shen Zechuan’s night. When he had first entered Zhao Zui Temple, the buildings were dilapidated. Broken
Achi fled in panic along the original route, the Scorpions releasing their falcons midway. Langtao Xuejin charged forward relentlessly, the
Bai Chunian unplugged the USB drive from the computer, deleted all the files that had been played, and checked the
After returning from the police station, Bai Chunian had locked himself in the secret armory within his apartment’s bedroom for
  Lan Bo set down his lunchbox, raised a finger with the tip slightly parted, and the Dead Sea Heartstone, responding
The elevator passed the floor where the inspection department was located and reached the top level of the Allied Technical
The next day. An alpha walked through the corridors of the Alliance headquarters wearing a hoodie and jeans, hood pulled
After the medical team ashore safely removed the suppressor from Bai Chunian’s neck, they checked him for residual Blue Virus
On market day, Shi Wuxiang and Yuan Zhao woke even earlier than usual. There were so many people heading into
Night. Shi Wuxiang returned to the village beneath the starlight. From afar, he saw the glow of a torch and
Dinner was noodle soup. Yuan Zhao made the noodles himself—they were chewy and flavorful, and with rich broth poured over
Gu Jin had been lying prone on the ice for half an hour. The blizzard mixed with shards of ice,