Yu Wu

With a sharp slap, Mo Xi put all his strength into it. Lu Zhanxing’s cheek immediately swelled, and blood seeped

Lu Zhanxing smiled and said, “I already killed him. What else is there to say?” “Lu Zhanxing!” Mo Xi’s dark

“Lord Xihe, what do you think I’ve been hiding from you?” When Gu Mang asked this question, the expression on

Inside Yifang Pavilion, coils of incense smoke curled languidly through the air. Soft crimson carpets covered the floor, and an

He was direct, and Junshang did not beat around the bush either. He smiled. “It is good that you understand

When Mo Xi opened his eyes, the first thing that came into view was a dark bluish-green canopy embroidered with

“Enough,” Murong Chuyi said, sweeping his sleeve. “You’ve already obtained what you wanted. Tell us. Where is Yue Chenqing?” “He…”

Two boats broke through the clouds and descended together. As the black clouds dispersed and the ground drew closer, they

Gu Mang lowered his head in front of him, his face still carrying the lingering flush from the dream, his

The walnut boat soared through the floating clouds beneath the vast canopy of sky. The pleasure boat kept pace with

Inside the Golden Hall, His Majesty sat sideways with his chin propped on one hand, turning the string of jade

His Adam’s apple moved slightly, like a young beast cautiously testing danger, probing little by little. Completely unaware, Mo Xi

“Heart-Calming Grass?” Inside the physician’s residence, Jiang Fuli set down the book in his hands, raised her almond-shaped eyes, and

Since Mo Xi had said so, Gu Mang did his best not to dwell on the details from the eve

Mo Xi was stunned for a moment. He understood what Gu Mang meant, but he also did not know what

“…” Mo Xi stood with his arms folded across his chest, his long legs leaning against the corridor pillar behind

Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, then slowly said, “…No need. “If you don’t like the steamed buns… there’s

A drop of dew dripped from the cypress leaves. Mo Xi’s wide sleeves fluttered in the clear breeze. He stood

The two of them turned around and saw Murong Lian, his white robes fluttering in the wind, holding his long-stemmed

Gu Mang said nothing. His blue eyes looked into the black ones, while incense ash drifted silently around them. Jiang