Ninth Mistress could not be bothered to explain things to Lü Chuanjie. Hearing Liu Xiaolou call him a "pretty boy," she decided that whether he was one or not, he was certainly no good person, and pointed a finger at him.
A stream of frigid air shot from her fingertip, freezing into an ice sword in midair. The sword stretched over a dozen zhang long, its tip aimed straight at Lü Chuanjie's throat.
"Junior brother!" Senior Sister Jiang cried out in warning. Only then did Lü Chuanjie seem to come back to his senses, darting aside.
The ice sword miraculously remained suspended in the air, but—at once, Tianlang Fei and the generals of the Heavenly Wolf Army, who had all been smiling moments ago, changed expression. Their eyes filled with shock and fury. After all, they were subjects of the Heavenly Wolf Empire. Even if they could not seize the entire Heavenly Fox Empire this time, they could at least divide up half its lands.
If she was deliberately hiding from him, Gui Xiang Yuan Bakery was still here. He refused to believe that, as its proprietress, she would never return.
In myth and legend, chaos was like an egg. One day, Pangu was born from within that egg. Before his eyes lay a hazy expanse, and he then picked up an axe at his side and split the chaos apart.
Sword Mountain Peak, standing atop Shu Mountain, suddenly shook violently. In an instant, like a volcanic eruption, countless strands of Sword Qi burst forth.
Before long, the two slipped in during the changing of the guards. They wound left and right through the complex terrain of Xin Yi Mountain Villa like two fish darting through water, passing artificial hills and flowing streams. Liu Qian frowned as she watched the