The two were locked in a frenzied battle within the grand formation, afterimages constantly appearing and vanishing in an instant.
I tore my clothes and wrapped them around her wound, pressing down until the bleeding was no longer so severe. I glanced at her. That girl still wore that comical expression, and the look in her eyes, as though she had lost all will to live, made me instantly understand what she wanted to say.
Without any warning, Luo Qingxin's water broke. Labor pains struck, and Jiang Zhexi hurriedly carried her into the bird's nest in a fluster.
"Could it be Lu Jia, Lu Xibei, the Flower-Pitying Sword of Jiangdong? The famed Chengying Sword is in this man's hands. It is said that the Flower-Pitying Sword's technique was so dense that not even water could seep through it. It should be capable of such extreme speed and precision." After hearing their senior brother's words, everyone nodded slightly, clearly convinced, and someone else ventured another guess.
"Why not throw a few more and get a feel for it?" After the boys beside him gradually quieted down, Zhao Feng offered what seemed like a kind reminder.
"Tattoos were like an addictive drug that could save me from one hell only to drag me into another. Once all my scars had been covered by tattoos, I became addicted, began to obsess over them, so I tattooed even the skin without scars.
"Misunderstanding? What could he possibly misunderstand? It has nothing to do with me anymore." Maybe this was for the best. With nothing left, her heart felt much better instead.
"Your son kept insisting on seeing his mother, so I came over. You really are heartless, abandoning even your own son." He pretended to be angry.
The instant the two exchanged moves, Bai