Wulong Mountain Cultivation Chronicles — An Unspeakable Secret, Novel 52
At this point, Liu Xiaolou could only put up a stiff front, and he could not show even the slightest weakness before Xin Chengle. If even he himself had no confidence, how could Xin Chengle hold on? The main branch and third branch might even switch sides outright.
Thus, when Xin Chengle looked over again and sent a Sound Transmission asking what they should do, Liu Xiaolou smiled and replied, "As before."
Having swallowed this pill of reassurance, Xin Chengle regained much of his confidence. So, after Second Uncle had finished droning on about Guan—
"This is bad—she's breaking through her acupoints!" Qingquan Daoist Master roared. This Heart-Devouring Gu was actually several times stronger than before. It seemed that during this period, she had suffered unspeakable torment.
Afraid Shengshi would not believe her, the steward's wife hurriedly turned and went into the kitchen, bringing out a plate and a pair of chopsticks before handing them to Shengshi.
It had to be said that Warrior Alliance was a fine name, but because its fame was too muddled, it had fallen into the lower ranks from the very beginning.
Some things, once done, were done. There was no need for explanations, no need for forgiveness. She had also struck back cleanly and directly, taking her revenge. The affection and blood ties between them had been ruthlessly torn apart, ripped into piece after piece, never to be pieced back into what they once were.
This time, Lin Shensen clearly saw that behind the firelight was a white shirt. But when she raised her head and wanted to look upward, the matchlight went out again.
However, the location here was excellent, and it occupied the first and second floors of a nineteen-story building. They