Chapter 22
“You don’t let me eat.” Gu Mang said each word with force. “I. Am. Hungry!” Flames surged up. Gu Mang […]
“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
Li Wei froze. “What?” Mo Xi still did not raise his eyes. His deep-set brows and eyes remained hidden beneath
Blood dripped down, one drop at a time. Murong Lian clutched his shoulder. The silk fabric of his robe was
“What—what is this, Lord Xihe…?” The way Mo Xi ground his teeth showed clearly on his pale face. Handsome as
Gu Mang was brought up by the steward. A chain lock was fastened around his neck, clinking all the way
“Eh? Only calling Gu Mang? Lord Wangshu, you should bring more people.” Someone casually mocked without restraint. “Xi He and
“Put it on yourself.” Murong Lian waved his hand. “What, do I have to beg you to do it, ‘Young
Li Wei felt that being steward to someone as contradictory as Commander Mo was utterly exhausting. If time could reverse,
Mo Xi wished he could kick him to death with one blow. But since he couldn’t let the man see
Mo Xi stared at the sachet for a long while. Rage surged in his chest as he slowly forced out