Chapter 38
Li Qingqian remembered only that the man had a pair of long almond-shaped eyes that tilted slightly upward, like a […]
Li Qingqian remembered only that the man had a pair of long almond-shaped eyes that tilted slightly upward, like a […]
The moment Mo Xi stepped into the courtyard and got a clear look at it, he immediately understood why Murong
To be unable to distinguish good from evil, right from wrong—that was what it meant to be “foolish.” Moreover, this
“It will hurt.” Mo Xi’s hot breath pressed down close. He stared into his eyes from such a short distance
Murong Lian gritted his teeth and said, “Do you remember when I punished Gu Mang and locked him up in
The cave was filled with a heavy chill. A strange fragrance of rouge and powder permeated the air, mixed together
Yue Chenqing’s soul was practically about to leave his body. Only after Murong Lian kicked him several times did he
Gu Mang stopped moving. “Hahaha!” Yue Chenqing burst into laughter. “Fourth Uncle really is amazing! It actually worked!” Murong Lian
Mo Xi’s heartbeat suddenly quickened. His mind buzzed, and he immediately reached out to restrain him, but before he could
Yes. This was the place. As Mo Xi drew closer, the silver pointer on the ring grew brighter and brighter.
The situation was urgent. Mo Xi had no time to inform the Lord in person. He only sent a Message
When Mo Xi came out of the Cold Chamber, the jailer’s soul was nearly gone. Earlier, the cruel official Wangshu
The Yin Prison Cold Chamber was a sealed, lightless dark room. Inside it was not even as large as a
Murong Lian hurried over, but His Majesty himself was humming and entirely unconcerned. As he teased the two golden beasts
“…” 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