"If there's something on your mind, my lady, your husband can help." The Demon King let my hand take liberties with his face without getting angry. The way he looked at me was tender as water, gentle enough to melt one's heart, while his hand slipped along my collar, intending to reach inside.
An Yi's slap made the man shudder. He looked at An Yi nervously, then noticed An Yi's mask. He pointed at his own clothes, then at his throat.
"I was doing you a favor, helping you find someone good, and yet you blame me for it." I awkwardly tried to break free from Jieyu's embrace.
"I heard it." Sicheng tapped the brick wall with his fingers, listening carefully for any sound returning from the other side.
"Back off, Crookshanks." Hermione warily ordered her pet to retreat, but Crookshanks bristled and bared his teeth, trying to rush in front of his mistress. Hermione stopped him with her foot; she clearly believed that whatever was in the fireplace was dangerous.
Feng Wuhen had bought the house to open a general store selling racing parts and equipment. Anything used in racing was part of his business.
Mo Changsheng was speechless. This pill-nurturing bottle was made from low-grade spirit stones; how could it possibly break so easily?
Mi Qian's target was not Li Haobai at Fierce Wolf Pass. He had set his sights on Wing City instead. Mi Qian intended to raid Li Haobai's old nest. At this moment, Wing City had at least fifty thousand defenders stationed there.
He wanted to say something else, but he could not promise her anything. Making a heated promise at a time like this would only make him seem hypocritical afterward.
A column of blood sprayed into the air. Almost instantly, the third of