Volume 1, Chapter 52: Lu Tingxiao's White Moonlight Appears!

With a mind full of worries, Luo Kun lost all mood to continue explaining.

Qiao Ye perceived what was troubling him and took the initiative to send a message to Luo Yang, who returned in less than an hour.

"I heard about it from my sister. If they are truly blood-related, that would be for the best."

Seeing that his attitude was supportive and not repulsive, Luo Kun nodded along, and the three of them headed to the hospital together.

But now that things had already happened, debating whether it was voluntary or not was meaningless anymore; the sharpest sword in the world could no longer sever this bond.

Gazing at the boundless sea of clouds outside the window, she had a sensation of soaring through the sky, and could not help feeling a wave of nostalgia for the previous world, the Immortal-Demon realm.

Seizing the opportunity, Yu Yao leaped up, her body surging forward as she delivered another fierce, heavy punch that landed squarely on the head of the White Flame Tiger.

Dong Changxi sighed softly. Someone like Song Teng probably belonged to some super faction that had remained in seclusion from the world for many years.

He naturally understood what Ying Xiu meant by "the tail"—cremating Wang Yuan's body before his loyal confidants returned. By doing so, even if those confidants came back, there would be no dead body to serve as evidence, sparing them a great deal of trouble.

Unlike the music houses of Guanhai City, the eaves at the four corners of that high terrace had red silks cascading down to connect with the four corners of the lower terrace. Amidst the occasional wind and snow, the red silks fluttered in the air.

Feeling somewhat disheartened, Jiraiya left Konoha, and ever since his departure, he had never returned.

He Daqing talked about his future plans for the family while conjuring up historical events from his memories of that year, particularly those around Beiping.

Sunlight spilled across the drunkard's face. The young man frowned, and the moment he opened his eyes, he caught sight of the girl sitting beside him.

"Buddy, how come I've never seen you before? Are you from the Regeneration lineage?" Naturally, the members of the Heavenly Alliance all regarded Beidou as one of their own, because the Heavenly Alliance was an organization founded by Ji Tian, and its members were naturally half-blood vampires. Seeing Beidou show no fear of the attack, they immediately realized he was an insider.

"Take it." As soon as the cook uttered these words, a disturbance came from the vegetable patch nearby. A sword flew out from inside a straw dummy and hovered right before the young man.

Her first battle upon returning to Beijing after six years had to be fought brilliantly; she could only win, not lose.

Why? Why was it that the moment she first laid eyes on the former Holy Lord, she fell in love with him—why wasn't it her?

"Have you guys run your mouths enough? Do you not take me seriously? Why don't I accompany you fellows from the Four Elephants Hall to play first, because the East Sea Dragon Palace is not worth mentioning, and more importantly, I have a blood feud with your Vermilion Bird." Zong Yang turned to face the four captains of the Four Blood Imperial Guards.

Seeing her expression, Baiyou Liuxi knew exactly what she was thinking. He withdrew the hand hovering above her head and stroked her burning, delicate face.

The male colleagues all stared at me in unison, their eyes brimming with adoration and deep affection for the swan.

Yet Susan was someone who loved taking risks and never liked hiding her talents. Naturally, she hadn't anticipated that the moment she used this trick, it would instantly draw the attention of quite a few people, given how truly few were those who knew how to use such a gadget.

At this moment, she had strength but no way to apply it. The only thing on her mind now was how to protect the child in her belly to the absolute best of her ability.

This person was deeply hidden after all—unpredictable and untraceable. Now that he had delivered himself to their doorstep, they naturally could not let him leave easily.

Traveling peacefully like this for about half a month, they reached a valley on this particular day. Mo Wen shot a pebble into the valley, and immediately a cascade of bell chimes echoed from within.

Scholar Yu looked coldly at Li Xiang, making no attempt to interrupt his words, nor showing the slightest hint of impatience. The situation here was entirely under his control; everything was in the palm of his hand, and he called the shots. Therefore, he was not afraid that Li Xiang and that Yu would run away. Even execution grounds provided a final meal before death, so since they wanted to say a few words, he could afford to be magnanimous.