Mermaid’s Fall

Under Han Xingqian’s dispelling effect, the saccharification infection on Bai Chunian and Lan Bo vanished. A single pristine white feather […]

Shaojin Mansion stood silent in the cold breeze of early spring. In a corner on the first floor, an arcade

Bai Chunian held Jin Luerong with one hand, while turning to tend the attacked dessert chef. Unable to do both

Bai Chunian couldn’t resist reaching out for the two small red booklets, but his fingertips slammed against the glass with

Outside the interrogation rooms, several international police helicopters hovered. Officers verified rosters, while armed police and snipers stood ready. Bai

Because it was Christmas Eve, everyone received a small dessert with dinner. Only on these two days each year could

Bai Chunian sat on the hard bed, his unbandaged right eye watching water drip down a moss-covered wall. The island’s

The international prison was located on a high-seas island, surrounded by ocean, nearly seven hundred kilometers from the nearest land.

The helicopter ascended toward the transport airport. Bai Chunian and Eris were locked separately in two sturdy metal cages. Even

Held from behind by Lan Bo, Bai Chunian slowly raised both hands in surrender. Lan Bo produced a gland suppressor,

“You’ve treated me well, Captain He—is it because you extend your care to those you love?” Bai Chunian was skilled

At eight in the evening, Lan Bo lounged in the fish tank watching a drama, holding a bowl of jellyfish

After a full day of work, Yan Yi finally had a moment to rest. Sitting in the lounge, he checked

In the garden of Shaojin Residence, the fir leaves had turned red. Domino reclined against the cushions by the bay

Lan Bo tilted his head slightly to look at him. Bai Chunian had lowered his head and was licking his

On the restored radar’s display, two experimental subjects appeared. The closest was Special Operations Subject No. 857—Electric Phantom. According to

Even after the IOA agent team withdrew from the valley, He Suowei did not give the order to pursue. Instead,

Bai Chunian slowly tightened his grip on the scythe. The long shaft, nearly as tall as he was, braced against

M Port was bordered by sea on three sides, with humidity far higher than inland. In this environment, Lan Bo’s

Over fifty Red-throat members remained in M Port, led by Huang Ci, an M2-level Ore Gland Alpha, retreating through the