The female hunter also cultivated the Star Source Divine Strike, but what she manifested was a dancing female immortal. Her face was inhuman, yet her figure was incomparably graceful. Every gesture, every smile and frown carried immense force, like a surging river, endless and unceasing.
Liu Xiaolou knew nothing about the Star Source Divine Strike and had no idea which constellation's power she had borrowed and transformed. He only knew it leaned toward the water element and was indeed difficult to contend with.
Meanwhile, Lü Chuanjie, who formed a horned pincer with her, suddenly became thirty percent more formidable. It was not that he had, in a short time... At long last, even the time for the press conference had been set. Yet now, trouble had arisen on the Yin family's side instead.
The other three looked at one another, then finally shrugged and followed Tang Jiaojiao's instructions, walking ahead first.
Jiang Wan stared fixedly at Du Yuejuan's lips. She had already made up her mind: if Du Yuejuan dared say Yu's name, she would dare rush up and cover her mouth.
"Who are you? How dare you break into the Sixth Prince's Mansion at night?" An unfamiliar voice rang out with exceptional clarity in the quiet night.
That jolt enabled him to force his eyes open, but helplessly, he saw something he did not wish to see.
They could not stay here long. If the maid's acupoints were unsealed early and someone discovered them, they would be finished. The rest could be discussed later; they would return first and talk things through slowly.
"You didn't bully Chenxiang, did you?" Feng Yufei's eyes narrowed slightly, as icy as the deepest winter.
Father's life hung by a thread. As his son, why should he still worry about so much? Father's safety