A Pair of Tagalongs

The next day, Liu Xiaolou was invited to stroll around Qiushi Plain, sixty li north of Shenwu Mountain. Rows upon rows of fruit trees grew here. Though it was still winter, Liu Xiaolou could already see branches heavy with fruit.

Susu pointed to a small hill some ten zhang away and said, "There's a little stream valley behind that hill. Son-in-law, take a look later—it was granted to me as well. I renovated the original courtyard, and there's a Spirit Spring in the stone cave at the source of the stream. That's mine too."

Liu Xiaolou was very much for her Huan Hongxiong saw the Xuanlie Sword return to Tang Zihan's hands, was greatly alarmed, and a flicker of fear crossed his eyes as he actually tried to flee.

At the brink of life and death, who still cared about such things? These people could think of nothing else; they only knew that getting out of here first meant safety.

It was not until a servant came before Su Yi and said a few words that Su Yi's expression turned strange.

"Demon Daoist, you haunt me like a ghost," Li Tiantong said weakly. He had not expected the Demon Daoist to be so difficult to shake off. If the Demon Daoist appeared again now, Li Tiantong would be in danger.

Moreover, without spiritual power to support him, the red crack between Su Yi's brows looked especially terrifying.

Yang Chong continued as before. When Yamada's blade came chopping down, he blocked it all with his shield. Just as Yamada was about to alter the speed of his sword, Yang Chong suddenly slashed out.

In an instant, countless fragments of memory flooded Xingchen's mind. Every little detail of her former life finally filled her once more. It was no longer dry and