Yu Wu

The person in this world who was least qualified to criticize Murong Chuyi was Yue Chenqing. He had worshiped Murong

The fragrance mist of the Mist Swallow was simply too pure, so this bout of “detoxification” amid such an intense

Mo Xi’s low, measured voice sounded beside his ear, exactly as it had in his memories, except that it now

This was a thatched hut. The huts stood very close to one another, and this branch of the demon race

But before he could finish speaking, the hand he had reached out was suddenly slapped away hard by Mo Xi

This truly caught the two of them completely off guard. They both knew that although Shen Tang’s cultivation was profound

Although the Beauty Trap is a strategy from the Thirty-Six Stratagems that has never failed, and beauties sent into an

The skin washed by the blood began to slowly smooth over, every fine wrinkle disappearing. Amid the rising steam, Wu

The place ahead was a hollow deep within the dense forest. On three sides of the hollow stood wooden frames

Although Mo Xi did not explain in detail, the others were not fools. They immediately understood that he intended to

Mo Xi suddenly turned his head. His handsome profile, sharp as though carved by an axe and cleaver, regarded the

Jiuhua Mountain’s Feathered People tribe?! The moment these words were spoken, all three were shocked. The Feathered People of Jiuhua

Hearing Yue Chenqing call out like this, Jiang Yexue immediately looked toward Murong Chuyi, while Mo Xi turned back to

Mo Xi was stared at so openly by Gu Mang with that half-smiling expression, and unexpectedly found himself experiencing a

“Drip.” A drop of water leaked through a crack in the cave wall and landed on the tip of Mo

How could this be?!! The two souls that governed Gu Mang’s memory and spiritual consciousness had clearly been extracted. It

Next came the three days during which Lu Zhanxing’s corpse was exposed to the public. During those three days, everything

The bright red blood sprayed amid the spectators’ cries of alarm, then, amid their sighs and murmurs, slowly seeped along

In the blink of an eye, three days had already passed in the years within the mirror. Mo Xi sat

Night had grown late, yet the sounds of laughter, flirtation, and plucked strings from Xinghua Tower continued without end. Mo