After welcoming Old Ancestor Xie, Village Master Xie Zigeng, Zang Qianli, Zang Baili, and the others into the study, Han Gao only occasionally chimed in during their conversation this time. Liu Xiaolou did most of the talking himself.
Two years ago, at Old Ancestor Xie's birthday banquet, Liu Xiaolou had gone to Spirit Creek to offer his birthday wishes and present a gift. Now that the Old Ancestor had personally come to return the courtesy, Liu Xiaolou guessed that he likely had something to ask.
Sure enough, once the pleasantries were over, Old Ancestor Xie came straight to the point. "Young friend, do you remember the one you gave this old man—
Ever since she learned of Han Ganlong's situation, she had felt that it was understandable for Han Ganlong to have been eroded by demonic qi. Now Ran Jingyi was in the same state, and she did not know whether Ran Jingyi had approached it voluntarily or been set up by someone.
He did not dare conclude whether Ye Chong was puffing himself up at his own expense. After all, this was an essential skill for picking up girls, and he used it often himself. If he could spot some clues, perhaps he might still have a chance to strike back.
The nostalgic train, its whistle sounding again and again, and the sci-fi spaceship flying through the sky were linked together without the slightest gap.
Lu Bufan was swiftly carried by his teammates to the Capital City sanatorium. He was so weak that only his final breath remained.
After lowering his head to straighten the ground, Honma Atsushi looked up at the pitcher, held the bat upright, and gripped it tightly with both hands.
The moment Fukuda Taro caught the baseball, he started running. He stretched out his hand